He still had several confidants within the organization, but the people who came this time were definitely not those confidants.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
This was one of URA's most secret dungeons; very few knew of its existence. Dmitry, covered in wounds, did not understand the meaning of this scene at all.
With a clang, Duke, clad in a cold and ruthless black outfit, came in slowly.
In the dungeon, Duke's footsteps echoed, one after another, as if one were in hell.
Upon seeing his nephew, Dmitry struggled up ferociously.
"Duke, is it you?"
"Uncle, didn't expect the wheel of fortune to turn so quickly, did you? You've only been in that Elder's position for just over half a year, not even a full year," Duke said with a smile, and his subordinate, very perceptive, immediately found a chair for Duke to sit.
But Duke shook his head, "I came only to tell my dear uncle a few words."
Sit? He wouldn't waste the time.
