"You lost?"
The familiar hooded figure stood inside the Black Hawk Organization's throne room once again. His voice was calm as he looked at the heavily injured Caesar, who sat on the throne.
"He... he was at the Fifth Step..."
"I'm only at the Second..."
"I couldn't win," Caesar gritted through his teeth.
He had expected the envoy to be shocked.
After all, based on his assumptions, the envoy and the mysterious organization behind him should have believed the Molak Family's Ancestor was, at most, at the Second Step.
However...
The envoy's next words completely stunned him.
"Your talent is mediocre."
"With your qualifications, you should have at least reached the Third Step."
"Those with superior talent would have reached the Fourth Step."
"If that had been the case, you could have held him back long enough."
"What a waste."
The envoy's words were filled with disappointment.
"You..."
Caesar's eyes burned with rage as he suddenly attacked.
