"So, you came all the way here… just to get a beating?"
Mark and Lucas cracked their knuckles as they slowly approached Kidd, a dangerous gleam in their eyes.
"Wait, wait! Hold up!"
Seeing his mentor and the grand senator closing in, Kidd quickly waved his hands and shouted.
"Mentor! Grand Senator!"
"Velen has founded a new organization called the Tycoon Club. He's now expanding rapidly and seeking members. I was wondering if you two might be interested?"
Hearing Kidd's plea, the two elders paused for a moment, brows raised in disbelief.
"Tycoon Club members?"
"That wasteful lunatic actually started a club… and now he's recruiting people?"
"Join a club… to waste resources extravagantly? Are you insane?!"
The mention of the Tycoon Club clearly set them off. Their prized disciple wanted them—a hall commander and a grand senator—to join an organization built entirely on the principle of unhinged extravagance. Was this some kind of cosmic joke?
