The Canine Lady quickly recited the addresses of several guild safe houses, one of which was the small building visited by Malin. Malin pointed to the small building, "All your men died there; you should stop using this safe house in the future." At first, the Canine Lady marked the map with a pen, and then in a delayed reaction, she bristled with outrage, but Malin wasn’t in the mood to lecture her on keeping her mouth shut. Instead, he patted her on the head, "Thank you, and also, change your hairstyle. That kind of ponytail sticking up doesn’t suit you dogs." After speaking, Malin headed towards the exit. The middle-aged man at the door was silent. When Malin passed by him, he stopped and said, "The Array is well constructed, and the illusions are very realistic, but still, they couldn’t fool me. The Dark Guild is able to operate here, surely with the consent of quite a few people, right? You sometimes take care of their tasks, don’t you?" "...Now that Your Excellency knows all this, why didn’t you burn this place to the ground?" The middle-aged man resigned himself and sat down on a chair to one side. "No, I have learned quite a bit from that young man called Hamil. There’s a need for those who hire assassins, and you help connect them with people like Hamil who can meet those needs. Without you and them, others would take your place and might be even more ruthless and cruel. So, for me, since killing you won’t change that fact, why not kill those who have these needs?" After speaking, Malin, standing in the doorway, reached for the door handle, "Tell your people, the Dark Guild continues business as usual, but if there’s any contract involving murder, I must approve it." "This contradicts the confidential agreement of the guilds, Your Excellency." The middle-aged man replied while trembling as he took a small liquor flask from his pocket. With a Psychic Palm, Malin crushed the silver flask into a lump and threw it into the corner, "Say ’no’ one more time, and your head will end up flask. I can easily replace you with someone else. The significant figures might have threatened you, but you’ve seen how I threaten. The Dark Guild survived under their tacit consent, so adding my name to their list shouldn’t be a problem, understand?" Looking at the former flask in the corner, the middle-aged man finally nodded towards Malin, who was now in front of him, "Yes, Your Excellency, I understand." "Good to hear." Malin took out a big bag of Dwarf liquor from his Spatial Bag and tossed it to him, "Remember, among the big players, I should be the easier one to talk to. Eating meat with me is probably better than eating shit with others." "Yes, Your Excellency." After receiving the liquor, the middle-aged man had his spirits lifted merely by the smell—the Dwarf liquor was far superior to the horse urine brewed by men that Malin had just discarded. Malin tossed him another ham from the Semi-Plane and a stack of Mowish currency. Finally, after completing the shares acquisition, Malin placed a Golden Cake of the Chaos Champion on the table beside him. "Remember, this is my stake. If anyone asks why you made an exception, have them come to me. If I don’t kill them, all these belong to you; he will be your new boss." "Yes, Your Excellency! Definitely, Your Excellency!" With no more doubt in his mind, the middle-aged man watched Malin pat his shoulder and then turn to leave the house. Then Malin went to Lagrov and Todd, "Let’s go." A teleportation portal is being opened. Jason has already confirmed through drones that one of the Dark Guild’s safe houses shows signs of a firefight. "Where are we headed, Your Excellency Malin?" Todd asked. "To find Victor. Otherwise, he’s probably going to be killed." After speaking, Malin hurried into the portal. The next second, Malin appeared on the battlefield, stopping bullets with his left hand and, without any line of sight, he grabbed the neck of a Half-human who was trying to backstab him with his right hand; Mana, having transformed into a Treant, smacked another Gnome who was attempting to harm her master with a dagger to the ground. "Malin Gaiate of Carterburg, anyone who doesn’t want to die better scram." After saying that, he threw the Half-human in his grasp far away. Seeing their companion thrown to the ground but still with the strength to get up, the gun-wielding youngsters made the wisest decision—they turned and ran. Only one Gnome stood stubbornly in place, staring behind Malin, which made Malin turn his head to look at Mana, only to find the little Treant was stepping on the head of another Gnome with one of its roots. The two Gnomes looked strikingly alike, prompting Malin to feel a tinge of compassion, "Mana, let this unlucky little one go." Obediently, Mana lifted her foot. The Gnome might have been severely injured, as Malin had to apply a Healing Spell to him before signaling the Gnome to come over and carry his brother away. So the gun-wielding Gnome dropped his weapon and came over to drag his brother away from the scene. Malin turned and looked at the safe house in front of him. According to Jason, a team had already breached it, and the screaming had ceased a while ago. Two teams of assassins couldn’t handle one mentally ill person? Is the full-body cybernetic augmentation too powerful, or are these assassins themselves too weak? Although these youngsters have become Malin’s employees in practice after his no-cost investment in the guild, Malin still criticized, "With this, you still call yourselves assassins."