Domino City, Dark Web underground market.
The Dark Web has branches in most cities around the world. They’re supposed to be one of the top organizations in today’s underworld, their influence spanning the globe, their power commanding the fear of dark duelists everywhere.
In many places, they are the rules. No one dares defy them; no one dares say a single no to their decisions. If any club is dissatisfied with their ruling, the Dark Web will make sure they understand the price of disobedience.
However, those rules don’t work here.
As for why... members of the organization generally don’t like to bring it up, and even less dare to mention that taboo name.
A young man in green walked down the dark staircase. After several turns, there was finally light at the end of the corridor.
Two black-suited security guards stood by the door. The youth flashed his Dark Web membership card. After confirming, the guards stepped respectfully aside and bowed.
The youth entered, crossed the trading floor, and sat in a waiting room. He had barely rested when a well-dressed middle-aged man pushed in and sat beside him.
"The legendary Weevil Underwood, a national champion."
The middle-aged man smiled and offered his hand.
"What wind brings such a legend here?"
Weevil didn’t shake. He crossed his legs, gave a confident little snort, and nodded. "Looks like you’re the manager here?"
The manager didn’t mind. He signaled for the door to be closed and sat beside Weevil.
"Honestly, when I heard someone like Mr. Weevil had stepped into our darker world, I was surprised."
Weevil shrugged. "Power is everything. I realized that a long time ago."
"Hahaha, well said. In that case, you’re a very important guest of the Dark Web," the manager smiled. "We can seek opportunities to cooperate in the future."
"Perhaps. But that’s not why I’m here today."
Weevil sat up, his tone turning cold.
"Two days ago, my partner came to this city to retrieve... something very important. Now he’s missing. I want to know where he went and what exactly happened."
"Your... partner?" the manager asked.
"Rex Raptor. You can’t possibly not have heard of him," Weevil said.
"Oh, the legendary Mr. Raptor." The manager put on a respectful look, but then shook his head regretfully. "This matter has nothing to do with the Dark Web."
"I know. But the Dark Web branch in any city knows every ripple in its local underworld. I know—this is an unwritten rule."
Weevil straightened a little.
"You should know everything—including what happened to my partner, and where the thing he was chasing ended up.
Any intel can be bought, for the right price. That’s the rule, isn’t it?"
"Uh—"
The manager looked troubled and scratched his head, embarrassed.
"That is the rule in other places, yes, but here things are... a bit complicated."
Weevil frowned.
"You’ve got to be joking. So the rumors are true?" he said lowly. "You, the mighty Dark Web, are actually afraid of that guy? That upstart who only debuted recently—the one they call Revolver?"
The moment he said it, the manager’s face changed. He even shot to his feet as if he couldn’t control his body.
Weevil was startled by such an extreme reaction and instinctively drew back a little.
He was certain he had seen fear in the manager’s eyes.
But the manager quickly adjusted, sat back down, and lowered his voice. "We generally don’t say his name."
Weevil: "..."
When he first heard that the vast, unfathomable global organization known as the Dark Web was terrified of a fledgling group called the Knights of Hanoi, his instinct was to assume it was a rumor.
But now it seemed not only was it no rumor, the stories might even have been conservative...
So what kind of existence was this Revolver to make a Dark Web manager wilt just at the mention of his name?
"We don’t casually pry into the affairs of Leader Revolver."
The manager poured tea slowly, speaking in a hush.


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