"Clarion, you've always been a good boy. You can always read the atmosphere whenever you do something," Camellia said to Clarion with a sweet smile. "The reason you came to my Platinum Casino must be because you're ready to pass your position in Earth Hall back to my son, correct? If that's the case, I don't mind accepting it. But if it's something else, my apologies then. I don't have the strength to care about anything else now that I'm too worried about my son."

Zeon gave Clarion a dry smile. "You do understand what she's talking about, right? Now, quickly give us the power over Earth Hall. That way, we have some room for discussion. Otherwise…"

Then, Zeon put something thumb-sized on the coffee table. Quite a few people raised their eyebrows when they saw what it was. It was the Martial Art Weapon, Thunderblast!

That bastard really was quite crazy. He did not even prepare any precaution when handling something like the Thunderblast, walking around with it so recklessly. Was he n