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Chapter 664: Decision (1)

“I’ve got it.” He took a deep breath, and then turned back to the ancestral priest with a smile, “Please inform Lord Mythic Spirit that I’ll definitely be there when the time comes.”

I was right! He’s definitely moved by my words! His response earlier was definitely borne out of caution more than anything. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have invited me back for a feast in four days’ time.

What was the catalyst that brought them over to my side? What made them change their mind?

Hell’s might and reputation?

Moreover, Black Mamba wasn’t quite acting in accordance with the conventions expected of a Mythic Spirit of an Alkebulan Underworld.

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Ancestral Shaman Cain nodded after him, “That’s right. This is no trivial matter. Fate’s appearance tells us that Prefect Qin cannot possibly be messing around anymore. Coupled with the Russian Underworld’s recent spate of unusually kind gestures… I’m afraid we might have no choice but to believe in the veracity of what Prefect Qin has said.”

“After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change the destiny of the world. How could we possibly afford to take things lightly?”

“My Lord?” “But--...”

Ten seconds later, Black Mamba added coldly, “You’re far too young and inexperienced, and these are matters that are way out of your league. Don’t get involved any further, understand?”

With that, Black Mamba snorted coldly and waved his hand softly, and everyone in the grand hall were forcibly expelled from his grand hall at once, leaving him all alone to his thoughts. Black Mamba sat alone at the stone table, tapping his fingers gently against the surface of the table. After a long time, he smiled curiously.

“Did none of you hear the prelude to change in the global landscape?”

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

Black Mamba’s enigmatic response felt no different from the existence of a Sword of Damocles hanging right over his head. Furthermore, he couldn’t help but feel juvenile compared to the Mythic Spirit that had dealt with such a level of politics for over a thousand years. Naturally, he couldn’t help but wonder if Black Mamba had already managed to get a firm grasp over his identity.

The Black Mamba Underworld effectively had the power to call the shots, while Hell, the party making the request, had no choice but to wait patiently in deference to its only source of help.

This was the best that he could do.

Was entirely up to destiny.

Knock, knock. Just then, there were knocks on his door. He glanced at his phone.

He took several deep breaths to regulate his mind, and then finally pushed open the door.

It was a relatively small house of approximately 50 square meters.

Fresh spider lilies were placed in a pristine vase on the table. Apart from that, the rest of the house sported nothing more than ordinary furnishings. The only other extraordinary thing about this place was the person seated on one of the seats across the table - Black Mamba himself.

“Not at all.” Qin Ye sat down across the table with a similar smile. There was already a glass of wine set right in front of him, from which he could detect wafts of intoxicating fragrance.

His mind was spinning as rapidly as his blood was toiling. The last few weeks of preparatory work, and a month or so of lobbying had finally culminated in this very moment.

Clink… They clinked glasses, and Qin Ye finished the contents of his glass in a gulp. However, Black Mamba didn’t take even a sip from his glass. Instead, he simply looked at Qin Ye, licking his lips with a wry smile. And then, he suddenly smiled, “It is sometimes prudent to have fewer people know the truth of the matter.”

“I don’t care if you’re from the Zhu Clan or not. But… are you certain that you’ll be able to guarantee safe passage across the seas?”

“Is that so…” Black Mamba leaned back onto his seat, and then glanced down at the table. Three seconds later, he continued, “The situation in Hell appears to be far worse than I’d imagined… Kekeke… No wonder you guys had no choice but to turn to this place…”

Black Mamba laughed heartily. The more he laughed, the heartier his laughter grew, until he exploded into an uproarious laughter.

“The Maldives Islands are territories that are under the jurisdiction of the Aegyptian Underworld and the Hindustani Underworld? How can you possibly send your ships across those territorial waters? Not only that, the seas there are infested with foreign ghost ships. How can you possibly sail there and grant us safe passage with the current restrictions in Hell?”

BOOM!

How were they supposed to send ships to escort the Alkebulan Underworlds while the restrictions of the Array of the Nine Gods remained in place?

And if Hell was in fact able to send out more Yin spirit to guarantee safe passage, then why couldn’t they simply send troops to deal with the Russian Underworld on its own?!

The Black Mamba was finally baring his fangs - his cold, vicious and incisive fangs.

Qin Ye sipped the wine in front of him. His thoughts had been thrown into chaos, but he managed to recompose himself quickly.

“An astute observation.” Seconds later, Qin Ye set down his wine glass slowly and smiled.

I can’t give up so easily after having invested so much!

“But regardless of the situation in Hell might be, it doesn’t change the fact that we’re still one of the P4 underworlds.” He gently tapped his glass on the table, only to have it emit a crisp, clear sound. He did everything he could to delay for time so that he could contemplate the best course of action moving forward, “I’m afraid you might have addressed your mind to the wrong point of focus here.”

“Quite the contrary. In fact, I think I’ve hit the nail right on the head.” Black Mamba chuckled softly as he added, “So… I agree.”

He’s actually agreed?

“Let’s not beat about the bush any longer. What do you want in return?” Qin Ye couldn’t help but wonder if Black Mamba had already managed to guess the truth about Hell. Unfortunately, in his astonishment, he failed to respond appropriately to Black Mamba’s surprising decision, and the moment to respond had already passed completely. Therefore, he had no choice but to lean back in his chair and move on to the next topic for discussion, “It might not be convenient for Hell to address this matter on its own right now, but rest assured, we would never forget our Alkebulan allies who have acted kindly to us.”

“That’s a good attitude.” Black Mamba chuckled, and then immediately gathered his smile and spoke hoarsely, “Armaments.”

“And that’s the first condition. The second condition is that Hell must enter into a strategic partnership with the Black Mamba Underworld. Promise me these things, and I’ll convene a meeting with all of the Mythic Spirits of Alkebulan as you so desire!”

“Prefect Qin, time isn’t on your side. Give me the nod, and I’ll immediately send word to the Coalition of Alkebulan Underworlds. Otherwise…” He gazed deeply into Qin Ye’s eyes, “Like I said before, once bitten, twice shy. The Black Mamba Underworld is reluctant to overstep its boundaries and unduly interfere with the matters of the P4 underworlds!”

Qin Ye’s mind churned wildly - Why is he doing this? What exactly is their purpose and interest?

But how should I reject these offers of theirs?

Just… what is it that they need?!