The Clemenci Stronghold. A middle-aged man in black, ornamental robes entered the main hall of Angel Corps’ guild headquarters. He was here to meet with Soaring Angel, who was clad in Demon Hunter leather armour and sitting on his throne.

“Fan, my boy, I trust you’ve been well?” Cao Xu chuckled.

“Does Brother Cao have some business with me?” Soaring Angel asked, narrowing his eyes. Their relationship wasn’t nearly as friendly as it appeared on the surface. They had many conflicts of interest, and struggled bitterly behind the scene. If it weren't for the fact they shared a common enemy in Asskickers United, they would never be working together.

“I’ve got a plan in the works, and I’d like your cooperation,” Cao Xu said, as he sat down on a nearby chair.

“Straight to the point, huh, Brother Cao? Well, if I can be of assistance, I’ll naturally lend my help,” Soaring Angel said with a frank smile. Inwardly, he couldn’t help but wonder why this old fox came looking for him.

“I’m sure...