In the island base of the Superpower Group, Lord Josper woke up punctually at six in the morning. He was a person with regular habits and strict self-discipline; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become the Vice Hall Master of such a huge organization as the Divine Soul Hall.
Every morning, he would wake up in high spirits, full of ambition and energy. But today was different; the moment he opened his eyes, his expression was dark and grim.
He remembered yesterday's humiliating defeat. In this exchange with the Superpower Group, the Divine Soul Hall had lost face, and he had no idea how to explain to the Hall Master upon his return.
"It's all because of that damned guy!" Thinking of the man in the silver mask, Lord Josper clenched his teeth with anger, unable to stay calm any longer.
They were about to win, but once that person appeared, he turned the tide completely and defeated all their young elite.
