The bustling street was alive with the climax of the festival's celebration.
No one noticed that, in the shadows, groups of people were quietly gathering and heading towards a certain place.
These people were almost all dressed in pitch-black trench coats, with bulges under their coats.
Only someone familiar with the underground world would recognize them as members of the Bolita family.
But at most, they'd say, are they planning to join a celebration somewhere today?
Virel was secretly directing everything.
He had already returned from the Royal Capital.
Compared to the prosperity of the Royal Capital, he preferred the sea breeze of Wenster, liking everything being within his sight.
The Royal Capital was too vast.
"Vincent, Vincent, how are things on your end?"
He took out a black box from his person and asked inside.
After a while, Vincent's voice came from the box: "Virel, everything is ready here, we can act at any time."
"Same here, has Anya arrived?"
