News of the Hoarder’s arrival spread around Iron Lion’s base. Players moved frantically, as Yeon-woo began his attack. Boom! Boom! With every swing, Vigrid sent fire from the sky and reduced the base to ruins.

“Where do you think you are?!” The vice-clan leader of Iron Lion, Jonathan, rushed to the scene, grinding his teeth. He had just been in a conference about the Hoarder because Torca, whom Yeon-woo had killed, had been like a brother to him. The news that the base was under attack made him rush out frantically.

Jonathan gripped his sword. The Hoarder had been using a hit-and-run method to weaken the alliance bit by bit, but now he finally made an appearance. It meant only one thing: he was looking down on them.

The fire turned the sky red and the ground black. Guai poured out and slaughtered the players. Yeon-woo turned to Jonathan, his eyes like an abyss behind his mask. Jonathan stepped back instinctively as fear wrapped around his heart.

“Let me just ask you one thing.”

“What kind of bullshit are you gonna say?” Jonathan shouted to hide the fact that he had been scared for a moment. 

Yeon-woo just asked his question. “How does Iron Lion Clan see Kahn?”

“What…!”

“Do you see him as the son of the leader? Or simply...