The office on the third floor of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce was now a complete wreck.
The walls were covered with charred cracks, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
The heavy desk was tilted and overturned to one side, beyond the shattered window was a silent darkness.
However, more chilling than the night was the deafening roar coming from the distant streets.
"Smash the Trade Union!!!"
"Black Wind Castle belongs to Lord Demon King! Not this bunch of bloodsucking parasites!"
"Long live Lord Demon King!!!"
Grock knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
Looking at the almost destroyed office, then at the surge of fury coming through the night, unprecedented fear appeared on his face.
He finally understood.
Why the Demon King kept him until now.
The master was not afraid to kill him, not because he cared about the Dragon family behind him, but to keep him as bait to drag the Dragon family into the mire, and let him take the fall after everything ended.
