Chapter 225: Establishing Contact with the Witches’ Assembly
The Cadres present had all seen their share of major situations, but Johnny’s completely unexpected attack still startled them.
Looking at Mr. Turtledove, whose flesh had been split open by the lightning strike and whose wounds were charred black, everyone fell deathly silent.
“Stop wasting time with these boring little tricks. If you want to kill him, did you ask for my opinion?” Johnny still spoke in that lazy tone, “This man continued the deal I had with the Earl, so he’s useful to me. If you want to incite me to kill him, why don’t you first ask yourselves what use you are to me?”
“But to me, all of you are still useful. In fact, right now, I’m probably the only person who still thinks you have any use at all, yet you’re opposing the only person who still thinks you have value……” Leon’s voice suddenly sank as he spoke, “If you’re really stupid enough to reach this point, it seems there’s no need to keep you around either.”
The Cadres present all felt the pressure. In the end, they had merely attached themselves to the Earl, and after the Earl’s death, had turned to seeking someone else to attach themselves to in Johnny. But Johnny did not value them at all. To Johnny, these Cadres were entirely dispensable.
Fenrir, however, intended to use them. The only choice before them was to attach themselves to Fenrir. With Johnny and Fenrir joining forces, they truly had no room whatsoever to resist.
After a long silence, one Cadre finally moved, reaching out and picking up the cup of wine.
The others gradually picked up their cups as well. Leon also stood up, reached out to retrieve the wine that had originally been poured for Mr. Turtledove, then raised his cup and signaled with his eyes for the others to raise theirs together.
There was no toast. Leon was the first to drain his wine, while the others nervously downed theirs in one gulp. Only Johnny remained seated where he was, coldly watching the scene.