The minutes ticked by. Severin and the others arrived at Draco Hall a little after two o’clock in the


    morning.


    “Mister Mick, you’re back! Is Severin dead yet?” everyone who had stayed behind hurriedly asked


    when they saw he hade back.


    “Oh good! Miss Candy is back too! That must mean Severin is dead for sure,” said a young


    man.


    “Watch how you speak!” roared Mick. He was shocked to hear those words. After all, Severin was the


    Supreme Leader. He would be d*mned if he allowed them to speak like that in front of him.


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    Then he introduced Severin. “Everyone, this is Mister Severin. He faked the kidnapping to get us to go


    to the meeting location so that we can discuss how to take down Blood-Drinker Gang together.”


    “What? Take down Blood-Drinker Gang? Is this a joke?” said someone in surprise.


    “Can it be done? Is Mister Severin really going to help us take down Blood-Drinker Gang? Although the


    enemy of our enemy is our friend, but can we really take down the powerful Blood-Drinker Gang?”


    lamented someone else. It was obvious they were not confident they would win against Blood-Drinker


    Gang.


    “Everyone shut up! Mister Severin was the one who killed Menkel. He’ll thus be our guest of honor from


    now on. You’ll all treat his words like my words and treat him with respect


    whenever you see him. Understood?” said Mick immediately.


    Everyone started to discuss amongst themselves when they heard what Mick said.


    “What? The second elder of Blood-Drinker Gang was killed by Mister Severin? He must be of


    extremely high attainment then!”


    “This is amazing! He must be a level nine profound master. Otherwise Mister Mick wouldn’t be this


    confident of taking down Blood-Drinker Gang!”


    “I’m sure we won’t run into any problems since Mister Mick said so! Haha, things are about to change


    for the better for us!”


    However, a frown appeared on Severin’s face when he saw a middle-aged man slowly back out of the


    crowd without anyone noticing. Under the cloak of the night, the middle-aged man sessfully reached


    the headquarters’ entrance.


    ‘Not on my watch!’ thought Severin. He smiled coldly, and with a jump, sped toward the middle-aged


    man.


    “What!” The middle-aged man immediately turned and ran when he realized his cover had. been blown.


    However, he was no match for Severin in terms of speed. In a blink of an eye, Severin had already


    caught up to him, and then he was punched to the ground. It was only then Mick and the others came


    running over.