The boisterous laughter in the hall was abruptly strangled as if seized by an invisible hand, plunging the room into a deathly silence.
Xu Fan indifferently pulled a chair, sitting across from the group of influential figures with the composure of an army general, and coldly waved the invitation in his hand.
"You... you are not one of us from the Blood Clan! Who are you?"
"Daring to intrude upon the Dark Council's estate! Are you tired of living?"
The influential figures snapped back to their senses from the sudden turn of events, regarding Xu Fan as if facing a formidable enemy and shouted in rage.
Yet Xu Fan didn't even spare them a glance, instead, he waved the burning invitation in his hand and said coldly, "You have twenty-three bats in total. I only need one bat to take the invitation and invite Marquis Nash here. Which means, among you, twenty-two bats must die!"
