For the Eight Fingers, this was simply a nightmarish evening.
As a massive organization that dominated the underground world of this country, the Eight Fingers had always been confident in their strength. But never in their wildest dreams did they expect something like this to happen!
What on earth is going on?
Seated around the round table, the leaders of the Eight Fingers had lost their usual composure and were becoming restless and uneasy. One of them slammed the table heavily and shouted in anger.
"Calm down, everyone's losses are severe, this isn't just an issue for one person."
A blonde woman furrowed her brows and spoke softly, and upon hearing her words, another person sneered.
"Silma, I heard your magic potion plantation was burned to the ground?"
"That's right."
Hearing this, the blonde woman named Silma narrowed her eyes slightly.
