"Slave Trade Guild." He muttered, his face darkening.
His eyes narrowed into thin slits. Cold killing intent flickered deep within his pupils.
"What a pleasant surprise." He sneered.
There was not the slightest trace of panic on his face. Instead, he calmly observed the approaching group through the Bone Mirror.
Their arrival did not surprise him.
He knew the Scorpion Clan and the Slave Trade Guild were in a symbiotic relationship. Both sides benefited from each other.
He had even expected them to send reinforcements right from the beginning. In fact, he had prepared several contingency plans for such an event.
However, thinking about what had happened to their guild in Horn Lizard Town, their lack of presence was understandable.
Their forces had already suffered heavy losses.
The destruction of their hideout. Everything had forced them to divert their attention.
Thus, their delayed arrival made perfect sense.
