You walked into the club room that was filled with many elaborate and gold decorations. Unlike usual, Delisaster’s subordinates weren’t there for some reason. Delisaster was just sitting on his throne while lazily drinking tequila, his portable hookah on a small table beside him. He quickly jumped up when he noticed you walk in. “Hey! Come on in and get comfy! This is gonna be fun.” He flashed a sharp-toothed smile. Even though his words sounded inviting, something seemed off…