'I hope Ryder is safe. If the Kings are against him, he is in danger. He should get out of the country as fast as he can. If he knew that he was in danger, that's what he must have done. Maybe that's why he also closed his phone so that no one knows where he is?' Esmi thought as she stepped inside her car with Bastion and left.

She knew that there was nothing she could do. Ryder's phone was off. And if the Kings couldn't trace him, she had an even worse chance to achieve this. All she could do was stand back and pray for Ryder.

...

A few minutes after Esmi left the house, Gander arrived near the place.

He stepped out of the car, wondering how he was going to explain where Renner was and why he came back. He was praying that he would be able to leave alive after he entered the mansion.

As he walked through the long courtyard, he kept preparing to speak the lines he had decided on.

Within minutes, he reached the entrance of the Mansion, where he knocked.

...

Hearing the knock, the ninth king looked towards the Seventh King, "You're close to the door. Open it and see who it is that's distributing us again and again."

"I opened last time. It was Renner's son. I sent him away. It must be a different person this time. You go and open the door," the Seventh King said in response as he refused to budge. "I'm not going on permanent door duty. I already did it once. That's enough for me."

"You lazy guy, fine. I'll open this time," the Ninth King said as he rolled his eyes while standing up.

He walked to the door and opened it.

"It's you. What are you doing here?" Noticing Gander at the door, the ninth king asked.

"I came back. His Highness left me midway, saying he had to go somewhere else. And I finished my meeting. I came back to see if I could be of any help to you all. I'm the leading guy in this city. Of course, I'll be here when all my masters are here," Gander replied, fawning.

"Tsk, he must have gone to meet his family. I heard his family came here," the ninth king said, "Whatever. It's good. You can open the door next time. Close the door after you enter."

The ninth king walked back without bothering to ask too many questions.

Gander stepped inside the mansion and closed the door

Seeing Gander inside, the other kings were also curious, but they seemed too lazy to ask anything. None of them could even imagine that Gander could have done something against them.

They were the Kings, and they were arrogant. It didn't even cross their month that within the last few hours, one of them could be dead, that too when almost every single one of them was in the city.

As Gander entered the main hall, it didn't take him long to find the Seventh King, who was walking back and forth, lost in a thought.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Gander started approaching the Seventh King.

"Your Highness, you seem worried. Can I help you with something?" Gander asked the Lustful King, trying to start a small conversation.

"Help? Ah, that's right. I'm new to this city, but ah, how do I say it, where in the city can I find some good young guys for myself?" The Seventh King asked Gander, feeling like he could get help.

Hearing the request of the Seventh King, Gander felt like he was flying in the seventh heaven. He didn't even need to try anything, and everything fell in its place on its own.

He was amazed at his own luck. It was as if the prey was coming to the hunter and telling them to kill.

"What happened? Can you help me with this or not? If you can't, then scram," the Seventh King snorted as he heard no response from Gander. He felt like Gander wasn't going to answer.

"Ah, not at all. It's just that I was surprised. Of Course, I can help you with this," Gander said, cheekily smiling.

He brought a picture out of his pocket before he showed it to the Seventh King.

"Here, look at this. How does it seem?" He asked.

"This?" Seeing the pic, the eyes of the seventh king lit up. He couldn't help but lick his lips. "Tasty."

"Who is this? I want him!" he said.

"Actually, I run a modeling agency. This guy works under my agency. In fact, how about I take you to meet him right away? I can invite him on the pretense of a meeting regarding a big modeling gig? How's that?" Gander asked.

"Fantastic! But don't invite him here. I won't be able to enjoy it here. Arrange for a different place of meeting, a place where no one shall disturb us," the Seventh King said as he gazed at the picture in his hand with lust-filled eyes.

"I have a perfect place for that. Come with me," Gander said as he started leaving.

"I'm going out for a little while to see the city with Gander. I'll be back tomorrow," the Seventh King said to the others as he left with Gander.

...

Gander and the Seventh King stepped inside the car, where Gander called a number.

"Yeah, Ru. You know the guy known as Jake who works under our modeling agency? Bring him to our office. Tell him there's an important meeting that could make his future. I'll be there as well."

As he finished speaking, he placed the phone back in his pocket.

On the other end of the call, Ryder was sitting, smiling. He had understood everything. It was Gander signaling him that he was coming with the Seventh King.

"That guy... He is not bad. Because of him, things are moving so smoothly," Ryder said as he scrolled through the System Store

"This way, I will run out of the origin points very fast. I can't use items like this in every battle. I'll have to try different methods with a few of them."

He clicked on another item and bought it with his origin points as he prepared for another guest.

...

The Seventh King thought that Gander had talked to one of his men to arrange this meeting. He wasn't the least bit suspicious about this as he casually sat in the car.

He hadn't stopped ogling the photo for even a second as he kept thinking about how much fun he was going to have.

The car had only traveled for only ten minutes, and the Seventh King had asked more than five times when they were going to reach that place and when he was going to meet this person.

"We would reach there very fast. Within ten more minutes at best," Gander answered. "As for the young guest, he would take an hour to get there, I suppose. So you'll have to wait a bit. But the wait will be worth it, I'm sure."

"I hope so. I can't wait to meet him," the Seventh King said, smiling.

"Oh, right. You have a bed in your office, right?" He asked.

"Don't worry. You'll get all the facilities that you want," Gander replied.

Minutes kept trickling away as Gander advanced towards the place where Ryder was waiting for the two of them. His car raced through the city, not slowing down in the least.

Just as he had said, ten more minutes was what it took for Gander to reach there.

He placed the brake as he stopped the car right at the entrance of his building.

He and the Seventh King stepped out of the car.

The Seventh King stared at the building ahead of him. "So this is the place? Doesn't look half bad from outside."

"It looks good from inside as well," Gander said. "Please come."

Gander once again brought a King inside the building, twice within a few hours.

He soon brought the Seventh King to the office.

As Gander was about to open the door, he couldn't help but pray for himself, wondering what it was going to be this time. Was it going to be paralysis like last time? Or was it going to be something serious? Or could it be that he was going to become collateral damage this time?

'Please don't be a bomb this time. I want to live! I don't want to die! Please, please, please, god, let me live!'

In his mind, Gander kept praying as he finally turned the doorknob and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, his mouth opened wide in shock. The Seventh King's eyes also opened wide as he saw inside the office.

"What the f*ck?" A curse escaped the lips of Gander at the sight which was before him, unable to believe it.