Bizeff entered the password and opened the secret door.
This was a paradise where no one could disturb him.
As the lights flickered on, rows of terraced villas and artificially created beautiful scenes came into view. This was Bizeff's private hideaway for keeping beautiful women. Each woman he chose would be given her own villa to live in.
Although everything in this place was subject to Bizeff's orders and control, in such chaotic times, being alive was the greatest blessing, so who could complain about anything else?
Palm was among the women in the crowd, her gaze calm and composed.
Her original goal was to find a way to escape this place and then see the Ant King and the royal guards with her own eyes.
Her ability allowed her to use a crystal ball as a medium to spy on the movements of anyone she had seen before. With this power, she could easily monitor the enemy's status and execute plans accordingly. This was a crucial part of her strategy to increase the chances of defeating the Ant King.
However, she also needed to be cautious. If she was caught by the enemy, she had to end her life quickly to avoid becoming a puppet.
It seemed that the person who had been following her teacher, Knov, in the Chimera Ant Extermination Team, Lan, also had some sort of spying ability, which made her not have to take such huge risks by confronting the Ant King directly.
With that, her job had become much simpler.
"Since the underground commander of this country is a lecherous old man..."
Hidden in the crowd, Palm watched as the old man whistled and entered a room, her gaze growing colder.
"Let's start with him!"
"Anyone working for the Chimera Ants, especially scum like him, doesn't deserve a good end!"
If the person was being forced to work under threat of their life by the Chimera Ants, Palm wouldn't go out of her way to make things difficult for them.
But someone like Bizeff, who had wholeheartedly sold his loyalty to the Ant King, who was unhesitating in his betrayal and servitude…
Such a person deserved to die!!
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, only three days remained before the final selection day. During this time, Neferpitou treated the Ant King's injuries.
The Ant King's self-amputation presented a great opportunity for action.
However, under the stubborn and willful interference of Chairman Netero, Lan and Ging hadn't yet taken any action.
Perhaps Netero understood that he was no longer the man he used to be and that the younger generation, especially Lan and Ging, were far more capable than him. They were much more talented and brilliant than he had been at that age.
So, knowing that these two would be difficult to convince and would likely ignore or selectively dismiss his words, Netero had to swallow his pride and ask Lan and Ging to do him a favor.
As Ging put it, he and the chairman had had countless exchanges of intellect and strategy, but it was rare for Netero to ask for something that required a favor.
No, to be precise, this was the only time.
Thus, Ging agreed quite easily.
It wasn't such a bad idea to grant the chairman this one favor.
Lan, though, found the situation odd. He knew that Netero wasn't the type of person who cared for favors, but agreeing to help wasn't an issue.
However, he couldn't help but wonder…
"Could this old man be trying to die alongside the Ant King, thinking it's a one-way trip?"
"Maybe that's why he's willing to let us do him this favor; he gave up on everything."
After discussing it, Lan and Ging both realized this was quite possible.
Netero might think that this mission was doomed to fail, so he was willing to let them have some leeway; after all, he wouldn't be around much longer.
Ging, having realized this, clicked his tongue.
"Having such an idea is unacceptable..."
"Even if you want to retire, old man, at least let us get what we deserve first!"
"That's what I'm saying..."
Ging looked at Lan, who seemed totally unconcerned and calm, and asked: "Have you made your preparations?"
"Don't worry."
Lan smiled lightly. "Everything has already been arranged. We can start whenever we want to."
In this perfect moment, with the Ant King having lost an arm and Neferpitou focusing all her efforts on his treatment, how could Lan remain indifferent?
Even with Netero swallowing his pride and offering a small favor, Lan knew very well that he wouldn't take action against the Ant King. After all, Netero only wanted to avoid fighting the fully-powered Ant King.
But the other individuals around the Ant King, such as his royal guards? They were fair game.
Lan would not be holding back.