As night gradually approached, a foul and chaotic aura slowly rose from various dark corners of the Free City.

It was as if they had awakened from a deep slumber.

Countless shadowy figures of urban legend appeared in the streets and alleys, scurrying about, searching for potential prey.

At 5:32 PM, the moment when day and night drew their dividing line, ancient buildings stood silently on the endless plains of the estate.

The long night was approaching, a time when the urban legend lurking here should have become active, but today, they were exceptionally well-behaved, with no furtive wandering, no eerie whispers, and they didn't even leave the dark corners where they lurked.

All of this was due to the enraged legendary demon hunter Constantine, and several luxury cars belonging to the Black Hand Mafia parked outside his estate's main gate.

"New Elder Council, it's the New Elder Council again... Who do they think they are?"

Earlier, members of the Black Hand Mafia had salvaged the wreckage of the tiger whale from the bay and brought it before Constantine. Looking at the fragments that couldn't even form a complete deck when put together, the old man, who once commanded great influence in the Free City, was thoroughly enraged.

Listening to his furious roar, several gang leaders respectfully standing before him lowered their heads, their peripheral vision unconsciously drifting towards the two hard-lined Alchemy guns on the small table beside him.

The two guns resembled classic Colt Anaconda revolvers, but their caliber, comparable to anti-tank rifles, clearly indicated they were much heavier than the Colt Anaconda.

Every part of the two firearms looked perfectly cast like a work of art, their surfaces gleaming with a metallic cold light. One was entirely Dark, intricately engraved with skeletal patterns, while the other was deep red, adorned with white doves.

Omens and Destiny...

These two revolvers had been by Constantine's side since he first appeared as a demon hunter, and countless souls had perished by their muzzles.

This even included Jack the Ripper, who had reappeared in M Country's metropolis...

Moreover, more than a decade ago, mysterious Psychic from the Night Watch helped modify the two firearms, enhancing their power and their compatibility with Constantine's Spirit Mark to a new level.

It is said that as long as there is sufficient spiritual energy, even without ammunition, Omens and Destiny can fire Spell bullets without restriction, with power several times greater than forbidden Spells.

It was almost impossible for this group of individuals with varying levels of spiritual energy fluctuations to withstand a second shot, and given Constantine's personality, if he truly lost his temper, it was not impossible for them to be sacrificed to vent his anger.

"Killing people is one thing, but daring to sink the tiger whale?" Constantine continued to growl, "It seems I haven't shown my face in too long, making some people forget who truly calls the shots in the Free City!"

He had long anticipated that Yu Yinchuan would be attacked on his way to the Free City, and he didn't care about the lives of everyone on board...

The tiger whale was arguably the best Alchemy ship he owned. If the attackers were only the Nameless Assassin Group mentioned in the intelligence, even if they slaughtered everyone and the urban legend on board, they wouldn't be able to damage a single piece of the ship's paint.

But what he didn't expect was that the attacker of Yu Yinchuan would be Calypso, the Sixth Elder of the New Elder Council, and he certainly didn't expect Calypso to sink the tiger whale.

"Even if that guy, the President, came, he might not dare to go this far! Are they trying to start a war?"

Although the New Elder Council, since their appearance, had been secretly encroaching on the Black Hand Mafia's "business" and had many conflicts with the Black Hand Mafia, the New Elder Council had always acted very covertly, leaving no evidence, making it impossible to find a legitimate reason for war...

However, this time was different; this time, it was a naked, blatant provocation!

As his voice fell, Constantine's face darkened as he scanned the "children" before him who didn't even dare to breathe, his gaze finally resting on the sunglasses of a young man on the periphery.

On the temple of those sunglasses, there was a very small Ariel company logo, composed of a triangular pattern and an eye.

His old, cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and Constantine suddenly stood up.

The next moment, when everyone came to their senses, he was already in front of the young man, the black barrel of Omens pressed against the young man's forehead.

"Kid, who did you come with? Didn't anyone tell you that anything with the Ariel company logo is not allowed in this estate?"

The low, hoarse voice sounded like a death knell, and the young man's face instantly turned pale, his legs trembling.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, and none of the others present, including the gang leader who brought the young man to the estate, dared to step forward to mediate.

After all, the young man had indeed made a mistake and violated the Black Hand Mafia's rules!

Those items with the Ariel's Eye logo had intricate connections with Ariel, the Fourth Elder of the New Elder Council. Through those logos, Ariel was almost constantly monitoring various corners of the Free City, greatly affecting the Black Hand Mafia's activities in the Free City...

All of this was already an unspoken understanding among them.

Bringing items with that logo into this estate was like bringing a mobile phone into a college entrance examination hall; even if you didn't intend to cheat, you would still be disqualified.

Break the rules, and you die. Whoever tries to mediate will suffer!

It was quite possible that the Spell bullets spewing from Omens would hit the young man first, making his head explode...

Although the Black Hand Mafia, through the beautification of films and television dramas over the years, had donned a cloak of romance and chivalry, it was still cold-blooded and ruthless in essence.

However, just as everyone thought that the young man, who was already scared out of his wits, would become a floating corpse in the South Avenue canal by tomorrow morning, the hum of an engine suddenly came from outside the estate, changing the suffocating atmosphere.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and through the dense vegetation surrounding the estate, a luxury car was vaguely visible, parked outside the estate's main gate.

It was a pure white extended Rolls-Royce, except for its golden door handles, and it looked out of place parked next to the Black Hand Mafia's uniformly black vehicles in the estate.

"Bang--!"

The sound of a car door closing echoed.

After a {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} leisurely pace, a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned and slender physique, walked through the path in front of the gate and came into everyone's view.

He had ear-length golden curly hair, sapphire-like eyes, and a handsome face like a character from a classical opera. He wore a pure white English suit with a black shirt underneath, and a houndstooth long trench coat draped over his shoulders like a cape.

He stopped in front of everyone, scanned the surroundings, and then his gaze fell on Constantine, who held Omens. A heartwarming smile appeared on his lips, "Oh? You must be Mr. Constantine, right?"

"I've heard of your great reputation for a long time, and it's truly my honor to see you in person today."

Constantine sized up the sudden uninvited guest, then silently shifted his gun, aiming it at the man's chest.

Watching the muzzle of Omens slowly move away from his forehead, the young man, who was already terrified, instantly went limp and slumped to the ground, sweating profusely.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The man who had suddenly appeared, with the gun pointed at his head, raised his hands and exclaimed, "Don't be impulsive, please don't be impulsive, Mr. Constantine! I have no ill intentions; on the contrary, I'm actually here to apologize."

"Apologize?" Constantine frowned, "Apologize for what? Do we know each other?"

"Oh, my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself." The man smiled, seemingly completely unfazed by the terrifying Spirit Mark firearm.

"My name is Epimetheus, you can also call me Freedom!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present, including Constantine, changed their expressions.

Epimetheus, the First Elder of the New Elder Council, Freedom, had actually appeared here alone?

Was he not afraid of death?

This behavior was like trying to play chess against an opponent with a full board when you only had one piece left.

"I represent the Eclipse Society and the New Elder Council, and I apologize for accidentally sinking the tiger whale. And as long as we can gain your understanding, Mr. Constantine... we are willing to pay any compensation."

"Our New Elder Council do not wish to have any conflict with you, and Calypso did not intentionally sink the tiger whale or harm your guests on the tiger whale. Our target is someone else, specifically Jessie Woolley, whom you sent aboard; she is a traitor from our side..."

"I believe you also detest traitors, don't you?"

"Enough!" Constantine interrupted in a deep voice, putting down Omens, "What exactly do you want? Just say it directly. If you try any tricks, don't expect to leave here in one piece!"

He had seen too many similar situations and did not believe Epimetheus's nonsense, nor did he believe that the New Elder Council would get along peacefully with the Black Hand Mafia.

In his opinion, Epimetheus's appearance here, apologizing for sinking the tiger whale and offering compensation, must have another purpose.

"That's great!" Epimetheus exclaimed, "As expected of you, Mr. Constantine, I like communicating with people like you."

"Actually, I have another purpose for coming here... Your guest on the tiger whale, his name seems to be Yu Yinchuan, right?"

"I'd like to ask for a small favor: let him forget the mission the Night Watch gave him, have a good time in the Free City, and not continue investigating. When the time comes, he can return to where he belongs."

"That would be good for everyone, don't you think?"

Constantine, "..."