Chapter 409 - Gathering of Dark Overlords (2/2)

Paul upped the cup and drank all of it, even as he was about to order another one, someone else sat down beside him and patted him on the shoulder.

“Dear Paul, it’s been a while.”

“Who is that?” Paul about-turned and saw a middle-aged redhead with a shrewd look on his face.

Paul’s face lit up with surprise. “Firefox! What are you swindler doing here?”

Ryan Park, also known as Firefox was a renowned pedaller of secrets in the underground world. Paul knew the sight of him meant trouble, big trouble. As dictated by the nature of his word, Firefox tends to appear amidst a conflict, touting whatever secrets he knew to both parties.

Lo and behold, Firefox shrugged and said: “Old buddy, I think you are going to get busy. Many people wanted intel on the Icewolf Valley. They offered enough money for you to buy a small island. They are all serious customers with serious businesses.”

“Humph! Yakutsk is my turf, even if the captain of the Crimson Wings comes to knock on my door, I still wouldn’t give a d.a.m.n.” Paul poured the contents of the second cup down his throat and said proudly.

Crimson Wings was a mercenary group in western Europe and the second most powerful in the world. It’s captain Karl was number thirteen on the Dark Roll.

Firefox gave him a dim smile and kept his silence.

Then, Paul watched in uttermost disbelief as a tall slender British man in a black snow speckled peacoat walked into the bar. The man’s red eyes were two burning coals in the dark night.

“Karl of the Crimson Wings?”

Paul jumped out of his stool, two cups of vodka had made him feel thirsty.

His astonishment didn’t stop there as more people filed into the bar. Paul didn’t know all of them, but he had recognized a few leaders of powerful organizations in the Dark World. Each one of them were a formidable force to be reckoned with.

“Glansit from the G.o.d Balde?”

“Lady Catelyn from the Blizzard Witch?”

“The Hong Sect’s Underboss Hu Zongxiu?”

“Lahar the Demon Elephant from the mercenary band Diablo?”

“Dark t.i.tan?”

The intimidating sight of these strangers scared the local pub-goers. They paid up their tab and left the bar, leaving Paul alone with these powerful men and women of the Dark World.

“Holy moi boch! these men and women represented at least eight organizations and five of them are on the Dark Roll.”

Paul was stunned.

The Dark Roll has twenty spots, so excluding the top three and Chen Fan, nearly half of the Dark Roll had a.s.sembled here.

“What is going on? Why did so many Overlords suddenly come to this forgotten place on earth.”

Paul was shaken to the core. There were over twenty Grandmasters in this room right at this very moment. All the Grandmasters in China might only add up to that number.

Nearly half of the Super Overlords in Europe were here.

What surprised Paul the most was the expectant look on these Overlords faces. It was as if they were waiting for someone even more powerful to arrive.

“The only ones who could make these mighty figure wait so patiently were—”

Paul felt his heart skipped a beat as he saw something incredible.

An old man pushed open the door and walked into the bar. His hair was messy and unkempt and his eyes were dull and lifeless. He could be mistaken for any drunken old man in the Russian streets if not for the flashes of sparks that can be seen from time to time above his head.

Paul nearly fainted when he recognized him.

“Zeus the Thunder Lord!”

He used to be number three on the Dark Roll and currently was sitting at the fourth spot. He was one of the very few who had escaped a US military’s raid. He was considered the most destructive man on this planet.

Little did Paul know that there was more shocking development behind that door.

A man appeared behind the old man. He was wearing a funny black top hat and an over the top monocle. His movement and style of clothing had such a theatrical and performative quality to it that it made him look like a stage magician. Paul shouted incredulously under his breath: “The Fool!”

He ranked second on the Dark Roll and was a Grand Magus of the Magus Poison Sect. He was well versed in all types of curse sorceries or arts of the Onmyoji. Therefore he was considered the most powerful Spellcaster alive.

Paul had thought that the Fool was the last one, but there was another. When the brawny War Bear recognized the last visitor, he nearly collapsed out of fear.

It was a young jovial man with blond hair. However, Paul knew the terrifying power hidden underneath that cordial facade.

“Adam!”

He was the former number one on the Dark Roll.