To Be a Power in the Shadows!

The Federation of Great Chambers of Commerce mobilized a large number of personnel to explore the origins of counterfeit bills.

But it took time to explore the origins of the fake bills that went out on the market. Conversely, it was due to the movement of many personnel that attention was to be drawn.

It has not been made public that there are fake bills out there yet, but well-researched people had noticed it lightly.

People are also beginning to show up questioning banknotes.

There's not much time left.

The collapse is already imminent.

"Stop! I'll check this carriage"

Late at night, there were several men calling for a carriage out of Wang Du.

They are speaking up to the private soldiers of the Garter Chamber of Commerce, and to the suspicious carriage.

Of course I haven't got permission, and I'm not legally binding. But for those who do business, the power of the Great Chamber of Commerce Union could not be ignored, and it was a situation that had to be followed.

The carriage also stops at the behest of private soldiers.

A private soldier from the Garter Chamber of Commerce put his hand on the front of the carriage with a rambling hand.

"Stop it..."

"What?"

To a low voice heard from somewhere, the private soldier stops and looks around.

"You'll always regret it..."

"Ha."

The private soldier laughed with his nose at the advice and opened the front of the carriage.

And the moment I opened my eyes to the massive amount of gold coins that was there, I was cut off its neck.

"Nah!?

"I told you I'd regret it"

A private soldier with a splash of blood up his neck collapses. Behind it stood a man wearing a black suit and hiding his face in a mask.

"Ki, you! Who is it?"

A private soldier surrounding him pulls out his sword.

"I'm John Smith. Regret in the afterlife."

"What the...?"

In the moonlight, several thin threads sparkled.

But no one has noticed its brilliance.

Knowing nothing, realizing nothing, they were simultaneously jumped in the neck.

At the same time, a sprinkling rain of blood pours down the neighborhood and a wagon loaded with gold coins moves.

The carriage slowly increased its speed and moved away, leaving behind only countless bodies and John Smith, who had been skipped in the neck.

He moves his fingers in both hands as if to play the piano, manipulating countless threads stretching from it.

And I spoke to a space where no one was there.

"I know you're there..."

At the same time, his manipulative steel thread tore the darkness apart.

Something moved in the dark.

The next moment, from where no one was supposed to be, a woman appeared in a black bodysuit. Her black bodysuit is as beautiful as a dress, her face hidden in a mask but blue eyes peeking through that gap.

"Nice to meet you, John Smith"

With a beautiful bell-ringing voice, she gave a bow of grace. Platinum hair glowed in the moonlight.

"And goodbye"

In that moment, a pitch-black knife ripped John Smith off.