James was currently in an extremely feeble state. His injuries from Rain’s brutal attack were left untreated and he also had not eaten anything in an entire day.

James lay on the ground weakly and looked at the Johnstons standing before him. He had no idea what they were planning to do.

“Patriarch, it’s almost nine o’clock. There’s still no sign of the Cadens. Have they given up on James?” An important figure of the Johnstons voiced his question.

Hades was sitting on a red wooden chair. Lifting his hand to look at his watch, he said, “What’s the hurry? Let’s wait a little while longer. If no one comes for him by midnight, we’ll just kill him.”

“I sure hope that no one comes,” Kennedy said ominously as he scanned his surroundings.

He knew that if the Cadens came for James, it would mean that they were somehow affiliated with the God-King Palace, and that James was acting on their behalf. Moreover, it would also mean that the Cadens had started moving against the rest of the An