"Okay, we will just follow what Senior said."
Everyone cupped their hands in unison. The gesture was neat, disciplined—but beneath it simmered greed, ambition, and murderous resolve.
"In that case," Malrik said, slowly rising from his seat, "everyone, please follow me and take down the Blood Tavern!"
His robe fluttered despite the still air.
"The Blood Marquis and Talker Latham of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets have been fighting one against ten these past days," Malrik continued coldly.
"They have expended enormous strength while maintaining large-scale formations. At this moment, their condition is likely not even half of their peak."
A pause.
"Tonight, I hope every one of you will go all out—without reservation. Capture the people of the Myriad Treasure Pavilion and the Blood Tavern in one decisive strike."
His eyes swept across the chamber like blades.
