"That's quite normal; those guys have been building their operations for generations."
"And putting aside other things, past Moonlights were all part of their organization. Now someone who can hold off the Eight Kings has appeared, and it doesn't surprise me at all."
Yang Yan spoke with a smile, as if he had expected this outcome all along.
"Boom..."
Another golden light flashed, and the building was instantly pierced through completely.
The black-robed people rushed inside at once.
"Let's go, and visit somewhere that sells curtains."
Yang Yan smiled as he spoke.
"What do you mean?"
Fenrir asked, puzzled.
"Get a black robe, of course!"
Yang Yan's smile became even more radiant:
"With such a good scapegoat today, I'd feel sorry for not pinning this on them."
Fenrir suddenly understood and remarked with some admiration:
"You really are full of cunning."
...
"Who the hell are you? How dare you attack us? Do you even know who I am?"
