Just as Zhang Cheng began to try his newly acquired spell, far away in an abandoned subway tunnel somewhere underground in Brooklyn, seven or eight guys with a dangerous aura all over their bodies were gathering together, looking at each other vigilantly, and no one had the intention of speaking.

There were men and women, young and old, and even one who could not be called a human at all, and the only thing they had in common was that they all wore a badge on their chest that symbolized status and status.

There is no doubt that these guys are not homeless vagabonds, let alone criminal gangs, but lords of the underworld, each with powerful supernatural powers in their hands.

Generally speaking, since all kinds of small frictions inevitably occur on weekdays, the relationship between the lords is not much better, and some are even simply enemies, and it is almost impossible to live in a room with more than five people like this.

But today, they gave up their usual grievances, and they had an expectant expression on their faces, as if they were waiting for someone to appear......

As the minutes ticked by, one of the black men with pigtails finally complained, "Damn! It's already ten o'clock in the evening! Why hasn't Catherine the Witch of Desire shown up? Is she playing tricks on us?"

"Calm down, Bane, you're five minutes away from the appointed time, and you're probably too anxious. What's more, although Catherine likes to play tricks, she will never joke about such things, and with her cleverness, she knows very well what serious consequences will be caused if she offends us who have not yet chosen to take sides. An elderly man who looked to be in his sixties smiled and comforted as he fiddled with the silver cane in his hand.

"Hmph, anyway, as long as she hasn't shown up at the appointed time, I'm not going to wait another second. Another white man with a gloomy gaze made a gesture.

The black youth nodded and agreed, "That's right, not only will I not waste my time waiting, but I will also join Kassandra's side and let everyone know what kind of ......substitution it will take to deceive my soul walker Bane Brockbank."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden clatter sound at the end of the tunnel, where he couldn't see his fingers.

Two figures slowly emerged, one was Catherine, the witch of desire, and the crisp footsteps were made by the pair of high heels on her feet colliding with the ground.

As for the other, it was, of course, her assistant and servant Kars.

"Good evening, everyone, I'm sorry I had to delay a little bit of something at the moment, and I hope I wasn't late. Also, I'm glad to see so many people willing to take time out of their busy schedules to come to appointments, and promise that you won't be disappointed. Catherine stepped gracefully into the middle of the crowd.

"Where's the thing?" the black man who called himself Bane the Soulwalker asked directly, without any nonsense.

Catherine glanced at the other party meaningfully, turned around and beckoned: "Kars, what are you waiting for, take out the sample quickly." ”

"As you wish, ma'am. The latter bent down and bowed deeply, then opened the box he was carrying and laid it on a shabby table.

Moment!

A test tube filled with colorful liquids is presented in front of the person in front of you.

There was no doubt that these liquids were the batch of magic potions that Zhang Cheng had given to Polman not long ago, and although they were not in large quantities, they were better than the complete variety.

As the ruling class of the underground world, the lords' eyes were naturally not far behind, and they immediately sensed the faint energy emanating from time.

The old man, who was in his sixties, in particular, quickly approached without saying a word, grabbed one of the bottles and looked at it with wide eyes, and after a full minute, he curled the corners of his mouth and said in a tone full of surprise: "Potions?! And it was not from Congressman Miles! Where did you get it? Or to put it another way, when did an alchemist come to New York?"

"Hehe, dear Kane, do you think I'd be stupid enough to answer such a question?" Catherine stretched out her fingers with red nail polish and gently slid them over the other's gray beard, her tone full of **.

The old man known as Kane smiled and shook his head: "No, of course not, I just can't help but want to ask." Alchemy is different from other crafts in that it requires not only a high level of understanding and learning ability, but also an innate talent. Almost all alchemists in all of North America will be under the attention and protection of the Supreme Council, and I can't think of anyone who would want to have anything to do with you, after all, your reputation in the Underworld is not very good. ”

"Hahahaha! You can just say I'm an indulgent slut, you don't need to be so subtle. As for your doubts, I can only tell you that this alchemist is not known to anyone present, and he is not in the sight of the Supreme Council for the time being. Catherine laughed and explained.

As a woman who derives strength from desire and enjoys the pleasure brought by desire, she never minds the world's vision, let alone be bound by ethics and morality.

Kane undoubtedly understood this, took a half step back, avoided the fingers of the other party's beard, and sighed helplessly: "Well, it seems that you have not changed much from before, you are so cunning and like to play tricks." Tell me, what exactly do you want to do this time?"

The witch smoothed the folds of her purple backless dress in a very seductive gesture and replied with a smile: "It's easy! I'm sure you're all well aware that Councilor Miles, who has ruled Brooklyn for thirty years, is coming to an end, and his successor will be chosen from among the current lords through war games. And I hope to win more allies before the game officially starts, and promise that anyone who supports me will receive a certain share of the potion. How, my proposal is good, right?"

"What do you mean...... Let's take a stand in line in advance?!" The humanoid creature with a feline face licked its lips, its eyes glinting with a seeping green light.

Unlike most lords who were indistinguishable from ordinary residents, it resembled an upright panther, with sharp teeth, claws, thick, soft hair, two pointed ears on top of its head, and a tail that swayed from side to side behind its buttocks.

It is hard to imagine that such an outright outlier would be able to live in a densely populated large city without being detected.

"Yes, I will know today which of you wants to be my friend and who intends to be my enemy. ”

As she said this, Catherine's pupils burst out with a lilac light, and her whole body exuded a chilling aura of danger......