As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

"Lord Charles? The Flame King?"

Tony looked at Alexander with an expression of great admiration, while Edward was completely dumbfounded.

What just happened? It felt like his intelligence wasn’t enough to keep up!

Alexander, he actually knows the Flame King?

Asfur is a ghost prince, and the fact that he was so respectful to Alexander indicated that it wasn’t just a simple acquaintance.

"Mr. Alexander, how... how do you know the Flame King?" Edward asked, his face full of confusion, looking at Alexander.

"It’s nothing really. I went to Happy Street the other day to run some errands and took part in a few zero-cost shopping events, and just happened to run into the Flame King!"

Alexander scratched his head, somewhat sheepishly saying, "You know me, I like making friends. I found the Flame King to be a decent person, so we swore brotherhood. We call each other brothers! It’s a common thing, not worth mentioning."

He thought the Flame King was a decent person? Swore brotherhood with him? Even calling each other brothers?

Edward was thoroughly shocked.

He too thought the Flame King was more than decent - he was perfect! But how come he never managed to become brothers with the Flame King?

However, looking at Tony beside him and the mysterious Louis, Edward understood.

Alexander was indeed telling the truth; it was all basic operations!

"I... I... I’ll just stand over here; you guys talk!"Edward felt his understanding had been refreshed, his brain crashing into a standstill.

Now that Alexander’s life was no longer in danger, he didn’t need to protect him. So he walked aside, facing the wall, struggling not to shed tears.

How could the gap between ghosts and humans be so vast!

Look at himself, decades as a ghost prince seemed wasted.

Alexander goes out to join zero-cost shopping events and befriends ghost kings. While Edward got excited for days just for talking a few words with Louis.

It hurt a ghost’s feelings! Even a ghost prince couldn’t withstand this kind of shock!

Tony, meanwhile, remained indifferent, looking at Edward with disdain.

For Alexander, this was just an ordinary thing. Was it worth getting so worked up?

"Mr. Charles!" Asfur didn’t care what others thought and said to Alexander: "Sam is prepared for the upcoming Ghost Street battle. I am here mainly to remind you, never be careless!"

"How so?" Alexander frowned slightly.

Although the Evil Ghost Association held a significant advantage in numbers, and the strength of its members far exceeded that of the Fierce Ghost Association, with a spy - no, with Sam on their side, everything was under control. Sam could even stab them in the back at a critical moment, easily turning the situation around.

"Do you know why the Flame King arranged for us to enter the Evil Ghost Association?" Asfur asked instead of directly answering Alexander’s question.

"Why?"

This was also something Alexander was curious about.

In fact, without Asfur’s participation, the strength of the Fierce Ghost Association might not be much weaker than the other side.

The rapid increase in the number of members of the Evil Ghost Association in a short period is largely due to John Harington leaking the news that he had received support from the Flame King, leading to a large number of evil ghosts from Happiness Street joining their association.

These people have no idea that Sam is working as a spy; they naively think that Sam has truly joined the camp of the Evil Ghost Association. If it weren’t for the addition of these few people, although the strength of the Evil Ghost Association would still increase, it wouldn’t have grown to such an exaggerated extent.

It can be said that even with Sam’s meddling and random commands, their joining not only did not weaken the strength of the Evil Ghost Association, but made this battle even harder to fight.

"Because the Flame King received intelligence that the president of the Evil Ghost Association is not as simple as he appears on the surface. He has likely received support from an unknown force,"

Asfur paused before continuing, "The president of the Evil Ghost Association has a trump card, a ghost prince-level existence, a ghost prince-level ghost who has fused with a huge cannon!"

"A monster with a cannon?" In an instant, not only Alexander and Tony but even Edward, who was facing the wall, were startled and jumped up.

Ghost monster, considered a relatively rare existence, do not exceed 30% even in Undead Street, where ghost monsters are primarily found. They are a group of evil ghosts that have fused with objects and have exploited them to the utmost.

The terror of a ghost that has fused with a motorcycle is well known, and a motorcycle is not even a combat weapon. One can imagine how terrifying a ghost monster fused with a huge cannon would be!

After all, these are not real-world guns; they also possess ghost energy, causing area-of-effect damage. If hit, even Edward might be killed on the spot.

Of course, like Full Moon’s collision that is unlikely to hit the prepared Su Rong, this cannon probably won’t hit Edward either. But if it can’t hit the ghost prince, it can hit the regular members!

If the Evil Ghost Association has gone as far as to use a cannon, then the members of the Ferocious Ghost Association will surely suffer heavy casualties.

"Mr. Charles, rest assured, the control of the cannon is now in Terence’s hands!" Asfur’s words immediately relieved everyone. But then Asfur spoke again:

"The problem is not with the cannon, but with the origin of this cannon. It seems that someone has erased the consciousness of this cannon, and Terence says it might be some kind of innate ability. Someone capable of directly erasing the consciousness of a ghost prince-level ghost is definitely not simple, yet he deliberately handed this thing over to the Evil Ghost Association. There must be a conspiracy!"

Erased consciousness? This technique, why does it seem familiar?

Alexander’s heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Have you found anything else? Like anything strange about the president of the Evil Ghost Association, being controlled or brainwashed, something like that?"

"There is none of that!" Asfur shook his head, saying, "However, Sam has repeatedly tested him and found that this president of the Evil Ghost Association seems to trust us too much! It’s like... like he’s not worried about failure at all!"

Asfur’s words left Alexander deep in thought.

"Mr. Charles, I must hurry back. This shadow took up 70% of my main body’s strength just to sneak in here without a sound. If I take too long, I fear something unexpected might happen!"

"Yes, you go ahead. I will be prepared for this matter!"Alexander nodded, seeing off Asfur.

"What’s going on? Did you guess something?" After Asfur left, seeing Alexander’s grave expression, Tony asked worriedly.

"I have some suspicions, but I might have to wait until the last moment to confirm them. Don’t worry! Even if it turns out to be as I suspect, I’m not without my trump cards!"

Alexander reassured, yet his heart was filled with caution.

The erasure of consciousness - this method was all too familiar, compelling Alexander to think of an old acquaintance he had never met.

The Lord of the Abyss, Mr. K!