At a villa somewhere in America, Black Robe was meeting Vigilante A.
He sometimes felt that the world is a funny place. Both of them used to be enemies with Vigilante A almost killing him more than once. Yet now, they were working closely. It was true that there was no such thing as being enemies forever, there was only benefit forever.
Even a self-righteous person such as Vigilante A would need to work with a demon such as himself.
"You want medicine slaves for herb planting? Sure, I can provide to you at cost price," Black Robe followed his master's instruction and informed Vigilante A with pleasure.
Helping Vigilante A to fight against the gods in the Upper Realm was a strategy long devised by his master.
"That's good to know. I need three million skilled herb farmers. The faster the better," Fang Ning said patiently.
"We can deploy them hot from the stove in one month's time," Black Robe said confidently.
