Wraith suppressed the torrent of sarcastic remarks in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "What I’m trying to say is, if you want to win over the heart of Alliance Leader Rivers, you need to cater to his tastes. Once his heart belongs to you, those other pesky admirers will be nothing."
Corvus Hades nodded, "That makes some sense."
Does it really make sense?
In essence, all matters in this world boil down to catering to someone’s likes.
Corvus Hades didn’t care, thoughtfully stroking his chin for a while. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel[f]ire.net
Then, suddenly he asked, "Nona is the one Leo likes the most; he must know all of Leo’s thoughts."
Wraith was a bit puzzled, "Nona?"
"Yes, the pretty boy Leo was involved with before meeting me. I heard he’s the only one who can still be friends with Leo after being dumped. He should know Leo’s preferences well."
Wraith was momentarily stunned by Corvus Hades’s statement.
Was Emperor Hades finally admitting to being ’Little Ten’? Just before, he was furious, scolding others for daring to say that the dignified Emperor Hades was ’Little Ten,’ and now he’s admitting it so readily?
Before he could figure it out, Corvus Hades suddenly slammed the table, his face solemn, "I’ve decided."
Seeing Corvus Hades so serious, Wraith stood up, solemnly waiting for Corvus Hades to continue.
Usually, when Emperor Hades speaks in this tone, it means something very serious has happened within the clan.
Then, he heard Corvus Hades say, "I’m bringing Jonah Rivers back."
Meanwhile, on the uninhabited island in the open sea.
Jonah Rivers leaned against a tree branch, savoring a roasted rabbit leg, a young man with a deep cut on his neck was pinned under Jonah’s foot, and a little further off lay a field of corpses.
Had he not been worried about spoiling his appetite, that guy under his foot wouldn’t have been alive.
This group really had some nerve, daring to plot against him. Have they forgotten his methods because he hasn’t shown himself in recent years?
Just then, the special watch on his wrist suddenly lit up, the area that usually displayed the time turned blood red.
Upon a closer look, three black letters S faintly appeared.
Seeing that letter, Jonah Rivers was so shocked he dropped his roasted fish, his eyes full of astonishment.
Oh my, what major event has happened?
Back when the organization received a mission to obliterate a small Middle Eastern country, it was only a double-S.
Now it’s a triple-S, just how extreme is this mission?
In that instant, Jonah Rivers truly wished he could pretend the communicator was lost and he hadn’t seen the mission.
Unfortunately, that was absolutely impossible.
Jonah Rivers quickly finished off his roasted fish, casually tossing the fish bones aside, found a hidden corner, and pressed a button on the communicator.
Very soon, the square communicator unfolded into a palm-sized tablet, and Jonah detached parts that had been hanging as decorations.
Within seconds, a mini computer was assembled, and Jonah opened the computer, clicking on a certain red app.
Quickly, the other end connected, and a scene appeared on the tiny computer screen.
It was a wine cellar, rows upon rows of wine racks filled with various wines. A distinguished man in a white casual suit was holding a glass of red wine, leisurely gazing at these rows of wines, a sight that was quite pleasing to the eye.
But Jonah Rivers couldn’t help but furrow his brows.