The situation was clear. As the clan leader of the Doom Race, Wyot lacked any real authority. This was a blatant insult.

“So, what now?” Quattro asked. “Should I immediately send the army to capture them, or eliminate them directly?”

“No.” Wyot waved his hand at Quattro. “Matters of the Doom Race are mine to handle personally.”

With that, he strode toward the main hall’s entrance.

“Xovior, gather all the Doom Patrol. We have an important combat mission.”

James narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing Wyot storm out in anger.

“Will he be able to go through with it?” Thea asked worriedly.

“Mr. Caden...” Quattro began.

“Go with him,” James interrupted. “If Wyot can’t do it, help him and eliminate them one by one.”

Quattro hesitated. “Do I need to kill them all or just the ringleaders?”

James looked at him as if he were an idiot. “You are the Lord of the Dark World. Do you need to ask me that?”

Quattro was bewildered. He scratched his head and walked away dejectedly, still uncerta