Shadows of the Deep Space
Chapter 372 - 316: For the Emperor (Five in One)

Chapter 372: Chapter 316: For the Emperor (Five in One)

Danube Star Sea · Kamorden Base City · Ghost Shadow Sect Headquarters.

In a dimly lit hall, with the ground laid out with black patterned tiles and flanked by black mechanical columns emitting a faint glow, adorned with macabre, twisted designs on top.

A man donned in a black robe, his face partially obscured by a black skeleton metal mask that conveyed his ferocious demeanor, sat upon a throne.

Before him on the ground lay a corpse—it was none other than Pu Ang, the very same one assassinated by Monica.

At this moment, an ugly-faced middle-aged man with half his body cybernetically modified stood looking at the body furiously and said,

"Quentin, big brother, Iron Head was killed by the Dark Dragon Association, you must avenge him!"

Game was right, this vendetta, we won’t share the sky!"

A man standing 2.6 meters tall, with a body like rocky muscles and eyes as large as brass bells, spoke through gritted teeth with brutal ferocity,

"Boss, just give the order, and we’ll immediately take people to annihilate the Dark Dragon Association!"

At this point, a gaunt man with a hooked nose and sharp eyes uttered with murderous intent,

"Annihilate the Dark Dragon Association!"

One after another, senior members of the Ghost Shadow Sect echoed in outrage.

Quentin’s malicious gaze swept over Game, Flant, Wevin—the three sworn brothers—as well as the numerous subordinates, and a surge of rage welled up in his heart, filling his eyes with a dense web of blood vessels. frёeωebɳovel.com

Just then, the tightly closed doors were suddenly flung open, and a figure walked in.

"Who?"

Game turned his head and shouted furiously.

They were discussing the death of their comrade, and at this critical juncture, which son of a bitch dared to come in.

But as soon as Game saw who had entered, his furious shouting abruptly ceased.

The newcomer wore a red high-collar dress suit, black gloves on his hands, his skin pale to the point of bloodlessness, and his movements exuded extraordinary elegance, filled with a dangerous aura.

"City Lord?"

Wevin and the others were also startled, not expecting the City Lord to show up at this time.

Quentin, who was seated on the throne, also stood up and said to Game and the others,

"Everyone, leave!"

Game and the rest retreated one after another.

Soon, only Quentin and Lord Boyle remained in the hall.

"City Lord, may I know what brings you to see me?" Quentin asked with a hoarse voice.

Lord Boyle glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, then warned Quentin,

"Weikank will soon arrive at Kamorden Base City. Keep quiet recently and don’t stir up any trouble! Just deliver the person and the item to Lord Weikank, and everything will settle down. The future of this Kingdom will be mine to decide!"

Upon hearing Boyle’s words, Quentin said grimly,

"Lord Boyle, the Dark Dragon Association has never been well-behaved; keeping them is but a disaster!"

"Shut up! I’ve made myself clear. Keep quiet and don’t touch the Dark Dragon Association. Don’t you know their backer is the King?"

Lord Boyle warned icily.

Hearing this, Quentin’s forehead veins bulged, and he angrily said,

"My lord, I am capable of destroying them!"

"If you destroy them, what are you going to do when the King sends troops?"

"But my brother..."

"Shut up, you are nothing but a dog I’ve raised; I can elevate you or ruin you!"

A trace of anger appeared on Lord Boyle’s face as he warned chillingly.

"I understand."

Quentin suppressed his anger and replied in a low voice.

"Hmph!"

Lord Boyle flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

As soon as Lord Boyle left, Game and the others walked in.

They looked pale with rage and said to Quentin,

"Big brother! That bastard City Lord dares to speak to you like that, he clearly doesn’t respect you at all. We five brothers have been through life and death together, fought our way out from the piles of the dead; just give the order, and we’ll take that bastard down too!"

Quentin raised his hand to stop Game and the others and said,

"Now is not the time; we must be patient!"

"What about avenging our fourth brother?"

"Of course, we will avenge him. Just make sure you do it cleanly and don’t cause too much commotion!"

"Alright!"

Game and the others nodded in agreement.

...

Early the next morning · An abandoned factory.

Su Ming was awakened by a noisy clamor, sitting up from his metal box.

He rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit groggy; too many people had toasted him the day before, leading to a bit of overdrinking.

Hearing a familiar clanging sound, he walked outside.

When he got to the warehouse exterior, he saw Amte and others controlling Iron Guard, Flame Knight, and other mechas in training.

Su Ming stood interestedly on the sidelines, watching them train.

Though their training was much disorganized, it still looked somewhat professional.

Just as Su Ming was watching with great interest, Monica walked over and said,

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good!" Su Ming replied subconsciously.

"Do you want to learn?" Monica asked, seeing Su Ming so interested.

Hearing Monica’s words, Su Ming hesitated. He really wanted to say no, but that would be obviously problematic.

Under normal circumstances, no one would refuse such a rare opportunity, so Su Ming said hesitantly,

"I do!"

"Since you want to learn, I’ll teach you!" Monica replied cheerfully.

"That might not be a good idea, what if I can’t learn it?" Su Ming tried to refuse, not wanting Monica to teach him.

"What kind of man hesitates like that, come with me!" Monica briskly took Su Ming towards an Iron Head.

At this moment, Amte and the others, seeing that Monica was going to teach Su Ming how to pilot a mecha, jeered and shouted encouragements.