Malin immediately thought the main wife was going to make a move against the concubine, then quickly kicked the unworthy Republican drama in his mind away—this was clearly a test for the succubus. If she really endured it, then it proved she was worth saving. Hmm, Nameless didn’t act, but instead had this young wife make a move, which could prove that she indeed intended to test the succubus, rather than kill it on the spot. After all, if she really wanted to kill it, she wouldn’t need to do it this way; a simple look, and dust would return to dust, earth to earth. So Malin turned his attention to the Great Serpent Spirit: "What is this guy planning to do." "What do you think, Malin." Hearing Malin speak, Nameless put down the glass in his hand with an expectant look, waiting for Malin’s answer. Since it was Nameless waiting for this answer, Malin’s smile toward the Great Serpent Spirit turned cold: "Kill it, then head to its lair and kill all the serpent spirits there." "Oh, why do you think that." Nameless was somewhat curious, "I see that you can deal with devils, do business with the undead, and even have an outstanding subordinate like Ails. Don’t you think such a great serpent could also be used as a minion?" "I don’t think so. Consider this, Sir: that devil is merely a henchman. My dealings with him were meant to show this city that I’m someone who can transact business—this way, I gain intelligence and support that I wouldn’t otherwise have access to, thereby broadening my path here." Malin sat beside Nameless, looking at the High God. "My dealings with Ails are even earlier. Back then, Ails and I each got what we needed, the transaction was pleasant, and both sides maintained the channel of trade very tacitly until I grew strong, and Ails simply followed me in action, gradually transforming himself." "What do you think of this guy?" the lady sipping her drink inquired. "A man-eating monster, an irredeemable Evil God; its death is its best contribution to this world. If it were up to me, I would ensure that every beast daring to harm children meets its deserved end," Malin replied with certainty. In this matter, Malin believed that both Nameless and the lady would agree with him—otherwise, they wouldn’t have made an appearance in Mark City. After all, the troubles faced in this city aren’t just from city management. Only the strongest deities have the privilege to disregard such rules. Malin did not consider himself strong, but he believed that anyone daring to tell him he couldn’t skin a serpent spirit here would certainly be dealt with alongside the serpent spirit—playing neutral with him? In this black-and-white multiverse, who are you to try? Even with a city, Malin wasn’t afraid—just see if you can stay inside the city forever away from my opportunity. A gentleman seeks revenge ten years too late, a scoundrel seeks revenge from morning till night. Malin acts like a gentleman in spirit, but behaves like a scoundrel in action. Nameless laughed heartily: "You suddenly remind me of a book from your world, ’Romance of the Three Kingdoms.’ I’m Cao Cao, you’re Uncle Liu, but this one here..." "Sir, he doesn’t deserve to be called Lü Bu," Malin said with a smile. "Ah, yes, Malin, you’re not wrong. Then let’s follow your plan—end it." Saying this, Nameless extended a hand, watching as the neck of the great serpent was crushed with that gesture. After killing the great serpent, Nameless and Malin saw the prior yellow vests dragging the corpse of this Evil God out. They didn’t make a fuss. Malin had no other thoughts—though skinning the serpent for armor seemed a good idea, truthfully speaking, most people couldn’t afford to wear it—after all, it was an Evil God. Better to leave it to the professionals. Thinking here, Malin noticed a lady enter—the one with dreadlocks, looking like a bloated corpse that had floated in the Ganges for a long time... Hmm, that description might be excessive, but considering her certainly extraordinary appearance, Malin felt his literature teacher wouldn’t need to rise from his grave this time. Yet Malin recognized her—the Lady of Pain, who appeared in Planescape: Torment back in the day. The setting book described her as wildly cool and domineering, but in terms of actual combat power, Malin thought there wasn’t much need to compare. Fists would settle the truth. "Nameless, you and your friends broke the rules." She stood at the doorway, and besides her mouth, Malin couldn’t see any other movement. "You should know, the city’s rules aren’t my friend’s and mine," Nameless said before taking a sip of tea and glancing at Malin: "Relax a bit, Malin. The Lady of Pain and I are old acquaintances. While she’s tried to imprison me in her maze several times, she’s never succeeded. If you happen to get captured, I’ll help you out." That’s great. Malin immediately turned into the comedic actor Ge You, slumping onto the chair and bar counter. Simultaneously, he noticed a rift form beside the young lady, from which another young lady emerged. The twin ladies smiled as they intently watched the Lady of Pain at the door. Excellent, four against one, Malin felt even less need to worry. After all, if a fight were to really happen, he thought changing the city’s owner would be an interesting challenge. "Next time, at least inform me. This city offers hope to many people. I don’t want to destroy such hope," the Lady of Pain’s voice softened by a tone.