Qin Ye looked around at the formation of bladed warriors and asked with a deep voice, “What is the meaning of this?”

It was a rhetorical question. Of course he understood what it meant.

The Russian Underworld was already risking a lot, and they couldn’t afford to lose on this gamble of theirs. Push had come to shove, and everything depended on the outcome of these final moments. The payout from this gamble could potentially even change the balance of power in the world! This was why, despite being confronted by Hell, they were still willing to go all-in on this. And this was especially the case when Hell had only sent two Emissaries.

“The ball is in your court.” Peter the Great gazed intently at them, “I respect the Emissaries of Hell, just as much as I respect Hell itself. Therefore, I would sincerely urge you to choose carefully.”

“Since you’ve already given us your word, then please stay true to your words!”

Qin Ye fervently held the Harken down. He could sense that the hair on its body was already flaring up once more, and if not for the fact that he was still holding it down, its Yin energy would quite possibly have already erupted and filled the entire Khuree, and then some. Qin Ye looked up at Peter the Great silently, “And how should we do that?”

“Tell me what you released earlier.” The formation of bladed warriors lowered their blades slightly. At once, an indescribable weight like...