"They say it's beautiful, but do you really want to storm the Royal Palace now?"
Yongdu looked at this dog with a bit of a headache, but he couldn't stop it.
Because Yongdu himself suspected the boss might want this, what if he misjudged the situation? Wouldn't that be a disaster?
"Not necessarily, let's start capturing those Martial Arts experts from the least influential ones, starting with those 'Eight Fingers' or whatever. Do you know their location?"
Grimmjow had a target but still played it safe.
After all, the mission was indeed to bring back the 'Martial Arts'!
"The 'Eight Fingers' are easy to handle, they have a wide range of industries and businesses. After the recent slave abolition act, they're the ones secretly trading slaves in the black market. I've found a purchasing site; we can go straight from there..."
"Hmm."
...
On a slightly dirty and dark street in the Royal Capital, a faint stench lingered in the air, which displeased Grimmjow.
"Is it here?"
