At the same moment.
On the other end of the Floating Port.
Inside the most private VIP room of a luxurious casino.
A gold chip was spinning rapidly on the table, rolling over a stack of cards before finally coming to rest atop a large pile of chips.
"Hee, I've got a good hand this time, you're all going to lose," a frivolous voice chimed.
"Cut the crap, you've already lost a round and caused everyone a lot of trouble," another voice retorted immediately.
"Are you talking about the assassin issue? Oh, how could I have anticipated that?"
The frivolous voice became somewhat menacing:
"I am the Supreme VIP of the Assassins Alliance, I have to assign them a few targets every year—"
"For a big client like me, they even dared to neglect, sending an assassin who leaked the employer's information over."
"Hmph... when I come into power, I'll have all the people from the Assassins Guild killed."
"A bunch of slaves, they can't even handle things properly."
