A man wearing an old trench coat stood at the back, hastily speaking.
His facial skin had several scarlet lines, looking like tattoos, yet resembling bulging veins.
The rear of his clothing bulged slightly, as if there were wings or tumors growing underneath the flesh.
"Is that so...Hehe, very well."
"Since they want to seek death, let's start the plan."
Without saying more, the man referred to as the walking Dark Robed Man waved his robes, and his figure instantly vanished.
Several subordinates behind him followed, all turning into afterimages, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing this, the man who had previously reported the situation showed a fervent expression, kowtowing on the spot for several breaths.
It wasn't until the wind and sand blew again that he retreated, beginning preparations for follow-up arrangements.
.....
Buzz!!
On that day, precisely at four in the afternoon.
