The lively and hypocritical banquet ended. After dealing with everyone, Vincent and Irene returned to the room.
As soon as they entered the room, Irene asked nervously, "Do you know how happy the Ultimate Evil Lord was after you killed Ebenezer? From now on, who in the capital of Ultimate Evil would dare to cooperate with you?"
Vincent sat on the sofa. A hint of fatigue finally appeared on his face as he closed his eyes to rest. He sighed, "But look at the situation that I was in, do I look like I have any other choice? Could I bring my level 25 disciple out of the Arena of Life and Death with just one breath left in his lungs?"
Irene was naturally not a fool. She understood that Vincent did not have a better choice at that time. She was just worried about Vincent's future.
After hesitating for a moment, Irene asked, "Is Ebenezer really dead?"
