The Black Spider surveyed the surroundings, constantly pondering how Qing Chen could kill Duke Wend in such an environnt.
Strangely, if Duke Wend were to die here, they would all be investigated, and she and Qing Chen would undoubtedly be discovered.
However, the young boss outside the door didn’t seem concerned at all.
At this mont, there weren’t many guests yet. Black Spider held Winston’s arm, watching Duke Wend laughing and chatting with others.
The Drama Master did not arrive.
Qing Chen had no intention of coming in either.
Black Spider hesitated, wondering what to do next.
However, at this mont, dance music began to play in the restaurant.
Black Spider noticed that the guests here were not dancing; instead, they all stopped their conversations, even the waiters paused their actions.
Wend waved at a waiter: "Champagne."
But the waiter didn’t move.
Wend frowned and looked at the waiter: "Can’t you hear ?"
The next mont, everyone unexpectedly began to slowly surround him. Black Spider turned her head in astonishnt to look at Winston, whom she was holding onto, but he seed to have known all along.
Winston felt her gaze, shrugged, and smiled, "Go do it yourself. The boss said the first stab is yours."
"The first stab?" Black Spider was even more shocked.
"Yes, everyone present will stab him once. It’s a pledge," Winston said. "So you’d better not kill him with one stab, or others will have to kill soone else to fulfill their pledges."
Black Spider looked around. This was no banquet; it was clearly a ticulously planned hunt. Everyone present was one of them, with Wend as the only prey.
No, no matter what tonight ant for Qing Chen, to Black Spider, it felt like a birthday banquet prepared just for her.
At this ti, a waiter pushed a dining cart out from the inner room, a cake placed on it.
In silence, Duke Wend loudly asked, "Whose birthday is it? No one told this was a birthday banquet. If I had known earlier, I would have prepared a gift."
But no one responded, and the dining cart was pushed in front of Black Spider.
The waiter handed a dinner knife to Black Spider, "First cut the cake, then cut him."
Black Spider stood there in a daze.
The restaurant was adorned with expensive crystal glasses, and the warm light from the crystal chandelier above cast a splendid glow. Standing there, her difficult and vexed life was saved for the first ti.
Duke Wend sensed sothing was wrong; he instinctively tried to leave the restaurant but was stopped and even had his mouth quickly covered.
"Where is the Drama Master?" Black Spider asked, holding the dinner knife. "If we kill him here, the Drama Master will surely be prepared. If we just kill him like this, everyone present might have to die with Wend."
Winston laughed and said, "The boss said, just kill him directly. He’ll take care of the rest. By the way, do you trust that boss? I’ve only known him for less than a week, and I don’t quite trust him yet, but if you dare to make the first stab, I’ll dare to make the second."
At this mont, Qing Chen was still outside the restaurant, not even coming in to take control of the situation personally.
He seed like a real attendant, chatting and bragging with those slave attendants, almost blending in perfectly.
It was as if what was happening here had nothing to do with him.
Taking a deep breath, Black Spider walked up to Duke Wend.
Her mother’s violator, who kept struggling, trying to call for help but was tightly held by four people.
Black Spider looked at him and said, "This is for my mother, for her kindness, tolerance, and motherly love."
With that, she precisely stabbed between his legs, then handed the dinner knife to Winston.
Duke Wend imdiately went limp, large droplets of sweat falling, draining him of all strength, like a balloon being deflated.
Winston added a stab to the thigh, and others followed with one stab after another until Wend was covered in bloody flesh, even his tongue was cut off.
The pledge in war has always been presented in the cruellest way.
Ten minutes later, Duke Wend was already on the brink of death.
Black Spider asked, "Where is the Drama Master? Why hasn’t the Drama Master co?"
Just as she finished speaking, a crisp and pleasant female voice rang out, "The Drama Master is ready."
The next mont, the Fifth Princess walked out from the direction of the kitchen, with the vase Bolton trailing behind.
Now, this Fifth Princess could no longer appear publicly, needing to stay hidden in the Golden Coffin for most of the ti. No one knew when she returned to the Royal City or why she dared co back here.
Everyone looked at the Fifth Princess in disbelief. Even these Ti Travelers under Qing Chen’s control on Whale Island hadn’t considered that Qing Chen had already allied with such a key figure in the Roosevelt Kingdom’s power core.
It’s worth noting that this Fifth Princess had both military and part of the intelligence system in her hands!
Moreover, many dignitaries continuously supported the Fifth Princess!
Yet the Fifth Princess still wore a Black robe, her face shrouded under her hood, smiling as she said to Black Spider, "Your boss treats you well."
"Hmm?" Black Spider was puzzled.
"This restaurant is my secret property, and from the waiters to the head chef, they’re all my people. Your boss managed none of it, just instructed to find a suitable place for you to have a birthday banquet," the Fifth Princess said with a smile. "No need to worry about the Drama Master anymore; the Drama Master who monitored Wend was coincidentally also my person. ’Wend’ will not die, only the na will have a new owner."
As she spoke, two people walked out of the kitchen, one a Drama Master similarly cloaked, and another who looked exactly like Wend, wearing the finest human skin mask.
"Of course, this isn’t entirely for you. I want to collaborate with your boss, but your boss is overly cautious, requesting that before cooperating, I must invite his people and my people to co over and exchange pledges together," said the Fifth Princess. "Go ahead, from now on, you’ll be responsible for liaising with , and Winston and the others will all be coordinated by you. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to work together... I’ve researched you; you did phenonally while in the Arbiter Organization. If Qing Chen hadn’t swooped in, I would wish to recruit you under my command."
Winston looked at Black Spider, "Seems you didn’t know the boss plans for you to be in charge of managing us?"
"I didn’t know; he hasn’t told yet," Black Spider still had many doubts. She had no idea when Qing Chen possessed such a force in the Roosevelt Kingdom, or what other cards Qing Chen held, but it no longer mattered.
The important thing was, on this day, her life was truly saved.
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There’s another Chapter at 12 midnight.
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