The Broken Halo Chapter 393: The Factions Message

"Broken Halo, where are you? There’s an ergency. So mbers of the gang have been poisoned."

Simon’s eyes flickered with confusion when he heard this.

"What do you an that they have been poisoned? Is my poison acting up already?"

Akaza imdiately released a tired sigh.

"Just co and see for yourself. I’ll explain when you get here. Just know that the factions have started acting against you... against us."

Simon narrowed his eyes, then he took a subtle glance around him.

Nobody was trailing him, but no matter where he passed, Initiates and guards would always take a glance at him or whisper to their friends.

He was now a celebrity, but he was certain that so of these Initiates and guards were actually working for the factions and were telling them his location.

They were acting as the eyes and ears of the factions.

His eyes flickered with a calculating glint.

’It seems I’ll have to hasten one of the plans I had. It’s about ti... It might just cost a lot of money.’

He looked back at his Grave Mark and finally gave a response to Akaza.

Barely three seconds had passed.

"No problem, Akaza. I’m on my way."

"Alright."

Akaza ended the call, and Simon’s eyes glowed with a cold and calculating light.

’I’m a little bit surprised that they acted so quickly after what I did to their ssenger, but I guess it’s not so bad after all.’

He inhaled and exhaled deeply, then he changed his direction and went to et Akaza and the Iron Fangs.

So minutes later, Simon stood beside Akaza, behind him were so mbers of the Iron Fangs, and in front of him were twelve mbers of the Iron Fangs on the floor.

They were all writhing and groaning in pain. So were even clawing the ground while so would cough out dark green blood a few tis before releasing another groan of pain.

Because of the pain they were going through, none of them were wearing their masks because it made it more difficult for them to breathe.

And on their bodies were dark green lines, and these dark green lines were everywhere, even on their eyes.

Though one might believe that these were just lines, Simon knew what they were- Their veins.

And the mont he saw the dark green lines and their conditions, he knew what was wrong with them.

He looked at Akaza with a slight tilt of his head.

"Did you try to find a permanent cure for the poison I gave you guys?"

Akaza imdiately shook his head.

"No..." He paused, then he released a sigh.

"The factions reached out to them and offered to make them mbers with better benefits than what we give them."

"They agreed, and they told the factions about the poison you gave us. That the poison is how you’re controlling us."

He paused and gestured at the twelve mbers of the Iron Fangs.

"The factions tried to cure them of the poison, but as you can see... they failed."

One might not have noticed, but Simon could perceive the disappointnt in Akaza’s voice the mont he said the words- "they failed".

No matter what, Akaza wanted to find the cure to Simon’s poison, but all his attempts ended up in failures.

He had bought several dicines and antidotes but none worked. He had paid so clan mbers who knew about poison and dicine to find a permanent cure for the poison, but they all ended failing to find the cure.

Recently, he had spent much of his money hiring so so called poison practitioners and healers.

He was running thin on his rits, and he believed that what was preventing him from finding a cure was his lack of resources.

If he had enough money, he would hire better healers and poison practitioners, and he would finally rid himself of the poison.

However...

If the factions who had far more resources than he did, failed to remove Simon’s poison, how was he supposed to remove the poison?

Was he going to be stuck with Simon’s poison for the rest of his life?

Or until he t a Demon Lord or a Demon King that was a poisonous expert or a healer?

When would that be?

Akaza was not the only one that was disappointed and sad because of this revelation.

The other Iron Fangs were also sad and very much disappointed.

These twelve mbers had bragged to so of the present mbers that they would finally be free from Simon’s clutches and from the sha of serving a slave.

But seeing their current state, they all began to realize that Simon was even more terrifying than they expected.

Simon took a glance at Akaza and the Iron Fangs, and he could accurately guess what was going on through their minds.

He shook his head and looked back at the twelve Iron Fangs who were in pain.

If he actually cared about the Iron Fangs and if he had a long term use for them, he might have encouraged them or said sothing to them to make them change their perception of him.

However, he believed that in this situation, actions were better than words.

’At least, I can sense that so have begun to respect and fear after what I did earlier today.’

He turned and was about to speak to Akaza, but Akaza spoke.

"There’s one more thing."

Simon raised a brow. "What?"

Akaza remained silent for a mont, then he pointed at one of the groaning Iron Fangs on the floor.

"He told to tell you that the factions have challenged you to a life and death duel, and if you don’t agree to it, then the Iron Fangs would deal with their wrath."

"They also said that this is punishnt for not only spitting on their faces, but for assaulting their ssenger and insulting them in his face."

Simon’s eyes flickered the mont he heard this, and just as he expected, the mbers of the Iron Fangs behind him beca restless.

They began to murmur, and fear began to spread among the Iron Fangs.

Simon did not care about this though, and his expression was calm and composed as he looked at the floor with a thoughtful expression.