Chapter 553

Kkkkrrrr… As he spoke, the sarcophagi slowly began to rumble and tremble, almost as though something were struggling to break free from within.

“You’re already dead. Act more discreetly.” The vortex of Yin energy contracted slightly and boomed with an authoritative voice. At once, the three sarcophagi grew silent without a single word.

Then, the two clumps of scarlet netherflame turned around and looked at the black-cloaked clergyman, and he remained completely silent for some time, before slowly speaking, “Not only do you have to be there to receive the train, I would like you to… take on the assignment that has been given to No. 3 as well.”

It was a delegation of work, but the eyes of the black-cloaked man immediately narrowed at once, and he kowtowed with great respect, “Esteemed Lord Marquis… Would I… have other assistants?”

He wasn’t a fool.

No. 3 is dead. How did she die? Who was the one who purged her soul? Wouldn’t I end up in the same fate if I take on No. 3’s responsibilities as well? Lord Marquis hasn’t mentioned this, but… I don’t want to end up like No. 3.

The room went silent at once.

Dead silence, just like in a morgue where all of the corpses suddenly sat up at the same time.

“Huhu…” Rumyantsev chuckled softly, and then erupted into an uproarious laughter, “Hahahaha!”

Every bit of nethergale concealed by the four walls of the age-old cathedral converged into a mighty vortex in the crypt, from which a hand formed right out of Yin energy emerged. A chorus of grievous ghosts wailed from all directions. A split second later, the hand grabbed the black-cloaked man tightly and lifted him right up to the face that had just emerged on the surface of the swirling vortex.

“A mere Viscount of a third-rate underworld is actually negotiating terms and conditions with a first-rate underworld?!” The menacing voice boomed throughout the entire crypt, causing the statues of the Virgin Mary to rattle unendingly. The black-cloaked man shuddered wildly and screamed in terror, “No… No! My Lord! I’m just…”

“Silence!” Rumyantsev’s voice was like a bolt of thunder. Even the lids of the sarcophagi shook and rattled, “I make the orders, and you execute them. Any questions?”

“No… No! Not at all!”

Whoosh… At once, the dense, swirling Yin energy dissipated into the surroundings, and the wildly flickering candles reverted back to their original colour and form. Rumyantsev’s voice lingered on softly in the distance, “That’s good. The Russian Underworld will keep its word and make you Infernal Judges once all of these operations are over. But the precondition is that you have to give your best for us right now.”

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A cab crossed the Mapo Bridge and drove straight into Yeouido Island.

If one were to say that there are two places that can be considered city centres in Hanyang, then these would most certainly have to be Myeongdong and Yeouido.

Ever since the construction of the Mapo Bridge in the ‘70s, Yeouido has become one of the most coveted locations in Hanyang and even South Daehan. A good number of businesses have now situated their headquarters in Yeouido, a place known to be the old headquarters to two of the three main broadcasting stations, MBC and KBS. Then, there is still the South Daehan National Assembly Hall, as well as the unmistakable landmarks of Hanyang International Financial Center, Daehan Life 63 Building and the world’s largest Christian church, the Yeouido Full Gospel Church.

The trio got out of the car and marveled in the glory of the business and entertainment hub that was thriving about them. The fact that KBS was still located here meant that countless other film and music companies had gathered in the vicinity as well. A girl group was performing some distance ahead of them, while good-looking men and women decked out in the latest fashion trends abounded around them.

It was exactly noon. Qin Ye glanced at his watch and then smiled radiantly, “Shall we go try out some traditional Daehan fanfare?”

“What are we talking about?” One Tail responded disdainfully, “Army stew? Grilled meat? Kimchi fried chicken? Sorry, I’ll pass. Do you know that Daehan has the highest rate of intestinal cancer in the world?”

Although Oda Nobutada didn’t overtly indicate his preferences, his stance was likewise clear from his response as well, “I personally am of the view that since Your Excellency is thinking of snatching the meat from right underneath the tiger’s nose, we should make haste to the Yeouido Full Gospel Church as soon as possible.”

“Friends… It’s 12 noon! Don’t you think it would be far too conspicuous moving about in front of a bunch of mortals in broad daylight? Are you trying to let the Hanyang Underworld know that we’ve arrived earlier than expected? Look, there’s always a time for everything, including a time to relax and take things easy.” Qin Ye placed his arm around Wang Chenghao’s shoulder and dragged him towards a nearby grilled meat restaurant, “