No one knows where the "Opening Sky Book" actually is.

More often, it's the Undead Tribe concerned about the whereabouts of this book.

But Devlin is well aware that behind Demarco Mount, stands the Undead Tribe.

Or, to put it another way, there's the power of the Undead Tribe manipulating things.

As long as the news gets out, it will surely spark a conflict.

Although West Tower has always been reckless and overbearing, he's quite clever and would never sit and wait for doom.

Moon Manor is destined to become a river of blood.

At that time, Devlin leading the Boulevard Mountain elites will surely be able to flatten Demarco Mount!

"Mr. Devlin, that's brilliant!" Cristiano Grey gave a thumbs up. "Following you is my honor, Mr. Grey. I congratulate Mr. Devlin in advance on uniting the world!"

"Don't say that yet," Devlin waved his hand, "It's meaningless, the thing I, Devlin, like the least is flattery."

Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered something, and quickly asked, "How is Sutton?"

As the most influential figure of the current Undead Tribe, Sutton is imprisoned in the dungeon.

But he has not given in at all.

Devlin wants to control the Undead Tribe, and Sutton's help is essential.

Otherwise, those people would never listen to him.

He would have no chance to go to Demarco Mount and solve the Emperor himself.

"You know Sutton's temper. He was the Emperor's top general, always high and mighty. It's normal that he can't accept things for now. After all, he's a pure-blooded member of the Undead Tribe."

Cristiano Grey showed disdain, his hand subconsciously resting on his waist.

"Did you bring Emperor Charlotte Grey's sword?"

Devlin noticed that the sword at Cristiano Grey's waist had been replaced with the one Emperor Charlotte Grey always carried.

Crimsonal Hollow.

The power of this sword is well-known to everyone.

Back in Swimming City, Emperor Charlotte Grey smashed the great Dawn Night Sword with this weapon.

That was an existence that even made the Lord suffer.

"Dead people don't deserve good things." Cristiano Grey pointed to Crimsonal Hollow at his waist, "Should I give it to you?"

Though he said that, he showed no intention of handing it over.

Just a token gesture.

"No," Devlin refused. "You are a master with the sword, and only with you can this sword reach its full potential. If it were with me, wouldn't it be wasted?"

They all understood each other.

The position of the leader is not easy to hold.

To keep it stable, one must unite all parties and ensure everyone gets what they deserve.

If Han Caldwell had not been so dictatorial, Cristiano Grey would not have joined Devlin.

"You need to put more thought into Sutton. I'm making arrangements for Moon Manor. West Tower must die there! Moreover, before he dies, he must take a vicious bite out of Cold Nelson!"

Devlin raised his hand, clenching it tightly.

"Understood!"

Cristiano Grey nodded.

He headed straight to the dungeon.

The dungeon was built beneath Devlin's temporary command post, surrounded by several meters of thick concrete walls and various alarm systems.

Even if someone outside wanted to dig a tunnel, they would likely be discovered before they got close.

Of course, what binds Sutton is not the dungeon itself, but his crippled leg.

And those cold iron chains on his body.

"General Lin!"

The dungeon guards bowed in greeting when they saw Cristiano Grey arrive.

Now, Cristiano Grey was the number two figure, and all the dungeon guards had been replaced with his loyal subordinates.

Han Caldwell's people had long been transferred away.

Without even any weapons.

"You may leave." Cristiano Grey waved them off, waiting for everyone to leave before finally coming to Sutton's cell.

Although called a cell, it was completely different from a traditional one.

The room Sutton was in was a more than a hundred-square-meter luxury suite.

Three bedrooms and a living room, equipped with all sorts of appliances and devices.

It also gave Sutton the perfect private space.

This was arranged by Cristiano Grey.

"General Sutton, I've come to see you." Cristiano Grey stood at the door, reaching out his hand.

Beep.

After fingerprint recognition, the door quickly opened.

Sutton was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

He completely ignored Cristiano Grey's visit.

The table was covered in fruit peels.

Someone came every day to clean, ensuring a tidy environment with a floral scent in the air.

"Cristiano Grey greets the General." Cristiano Grey bowed deeply, very respectfully.

This gesture finally made Sutton turn his head. "Cristiano Grey, now that you've joined Devlin and are in a favorable position, there's no need for pretenses."

After saying that, he continued watching TV.

"Forces beyond my control, I hope the General understands." Cristiano Grey approached Sutton, standing respectfully instead of sitting. "In extraordinary times, if we all had the General's backbone, the Undead Tribe would either be confined to prison or wiped out like Emperor Charlotte Grey, what else could we do?"

This statement struck a chord with Sutton.

He turned off the TV, looking at Cristiano Grey. "What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what I said." Cristiano Grey placed his hands in front of him, sincere in expression, "If I were like you, we'd both be imprisoned. But now, because I'm still free, you have such a comfortable environment. When the time comes, I will see to it that you're released."

"Are you trying to trick me?"

Sutton glared at Cristiano Grey, "If that's the case, you don't have to waste time. Though captured, I will not surrender."

"I've come today merely to express my view. As for your decision, I'm not in a position to interfere," Cristiano Grey remained respectful throughout.

"I, Cristiano Grey, have only the Emperor in my heart, only the Undead Tribe. I wish for you to live, as long as you do, I will surely have a chance to save you."

Hearing this, Sutton was particularly surprised.

"If that's truly the case, why don't you kill Devlin?" he retorted, "With Devlin's death, I will be free and wield full power."

"Killing one Devlin doesn't mean there won't be another," Cristiano Grey clasped his hands together, "To speak frankly, General, you may choose to stand firm, but if the entire Undead Tribe were like you, we'd eventually face extinction. For the Undead Tribe to rise, it needs people like you and me."

Cristiano Grey never abandoned a two-pronged approach from the beginning.

A double-insured plan!

After a long pause.

Sutton got up, opened the refrigerator, and took out two bottles of soda.

"Have a drink."

He pulled open the tab, handing one over.

"I've said all I came to say. General, you can think about whether I'm right," Cristiano Grey accepted the soda, took a sip, and turned to leave.

Leaving only Sutton deep in thought.

...

Moon Manor.

Julius Reed wrote a letter and handed it to Dorian Cook. "Take this and head to the other route on Boulevard Mountain."

"Will it work? Won't I get caught?" Dorian Cook wasn't confident, especially since West Tower was so cunning.

It's better to be cautious.

"Fool, what are you thinking?" Julius Reed sighed. "Since Whitaker Dog accidentally leaked the photos, it's very dangerous here. I can't rest easy with you around, so I'm asking you to leave for your safety."

"Really?" Dorian Cook was inexplicably moved.

It was the first time someone cared about her safety.

"I never lie," Julius Reed looked into her eyes, "Go on, don't make me worry."

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