"Alexander! Something seems off!"
At the Fierce Ghost Association's base, Tony rushed in, his face filled with confusion: "The Evil Ghost Association hasn't made any moves yet. Our scouts report that their high-ranking members are actually hosting a banquet party. We're on the brink of war with them! Who would be foolish enough to host a feast at this time? Could there be some kind of conspiracy?"
"Tony, don't overcomplicate things!" Alexander said calmly: "Perhaps they are confident that their strength is sufficient to crush us, so they're planning to charge at us all at once tomorrow!"
"Impossible!" Tony shook his head repeatedly.
