The next morning, at Orson's mansion, the Godslayer guild's core members were assembling!
"Vance, you'd better behave. You'll be under my surveillance, and if you dare mess with Orson..."
"Heh heh, quick slice, you know the deal."
"Don't talk like that. Don't worry, Ruby's coming soon, and she'll report to you any time!"
Bradley, nervously holding his phone by the pool, said this, but his back was being targeted by a leg—Ruby's leg, in fact.
Splash!
Two hundred-plus pounds of fat made a massive splash as a deep-water bomb. A handsome guy who was diving underwater was blasted up.
He surfaced, pointing at Bradley and cursing, "What the hell, old man! I was finally enjoying a rich man's life, and now you're trying to kill me?"
The guy had sharp features, dark black eyes, and a tall, lean build. Standing at 185 cm with eight-pack abs, he boasted about his 18 cm of truth! But when he cursed, his voice had an oddly vicious tone, like a mix of creepiness and sharpness.
