"Sandro."

Ethan's relaxed posture had already shifted into a battle stance, his hand was grasping the ebony concealed within his suit.

"Is it really you, Sandro?"

Sandro?

What is happening?

Why is Ethan calling Oswaldo Sandro?

Isn't Sandro already dead?

Everyone was baffled; even the reporters didn't know whether they should take photos or record this.

One is a lofty Governor, the other a long-dead overlord of the dark underworld, do they have any relation?

Oswaldo suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "You're right, Ethan, indeed, you are the last person in this world who understands me."

He admitted it?!

He actually admitted it?!

The crowd let out a low gasp; this was an unimaginable turn of events.

Initially, it was already surreal enough when the city Governor was taken away during the centenary celebration of Winster University.

And now, the city Governor claimed he was actually the long-dead Mafia boss.

Many felt they couldn't wrap their heads around it.

"Alright, there's no need for everyone to be so surprised. Given that this is your last day alive, I can answer everything you want to know, slowly, one by one."

Oswaldo seemed to graciously and generously say.

"Why are you saying you're Sandro, Oswaldo? You should know this tactic won't work; before you enter the asylum, you will still face trial."

As the veteran Chief Judge, Ned was the quickest to react, feeling that Oswaldo was trying to feign madness to evade responsibility.

Joseph and Heisenberg clearly agreed after hearing this.

In the Kingdom's history, there was no shortage of captured high officials and criminals attempting to fool authorities by feigning insanity, but with increasingly advanced measures over the years, this method no longer works.

"No, he really is Sandro."

But Ethan firmly countered, taking a step back.

That kind of presence couldn't be mistaken.

Only Sandro possesses that gloomy and elusive aura.

As his former opponent, Ethan would never recognize wrongly.

"How did you survive, and how did you become Oswaldo?"

Ethan had already asked.

"Good question, how did I survive, because I..." Oswaldo's sentence was interrupted.

Ethan had already fired a shot.

The gunshot echoed throughout the venue, but the bullet did not pierce Oswaldo's skull, because as soon as the bullet reached him, it halted in mid-air.

"As expected of you, Ethan, still loving to take the initiative," he said, capturing the bullet in his hand.

And Ethan had completely confirmed the opponent's identity.

Desecration Sanctuary, indeed one of the abilities belonging to the Mafia Saint's true name, could render all hot weapons within a hundred meters ineffective, silent.

"Capture him."

Ethan looked at Joseph.

Joseph moved, regardless of who this person in front of him was; he had no choice but to try to seize him.

Even if he's not Oswaldo...

No, if he's indeed not Oswaldo, rather it's a blessing, because it signifies larger secrets and conspiracies are involved, giving greater merit.

Heisenberg seemed to share the same thought and was prepared to act.

After all, no matter if Oswaldo is Sandro, he's alone now.

"But it's raining."

Oswaldo seemed to see through everyone's thoughts, muttering under his breath.

"Drip, drip, drip."

It's the sound of rain.

Rain fell from all directions onto Winster.

It fell on everyone, then dripped to the ground, finally, they converged together, flowing into the sewers.

In the sewers, the gathered wastewater slowly flowed deeper.

Deep underground, where it meets the sea, deep blue lights started to flicker one by one.

If one could see through the surface at this moment, straight down to the depths, with a panoramic view, one would discover, the city's sewer system was interconnected, planning a huge, altar array-like eerie pattern.

This pattern began resonating, reverberating with the falling rain, finally lifting a massive canopy enveloping all of Winster.

Within this enclosure, people heard a sound.

Drip, drip, drip.

It's the sound of rain.

But amidst the rain, there seemed to be another sound murmuring softly.

It's a barely audible chant, like a song from many years ago.

People began to itch all over, began to vomit, began to pray, began to worship.

In that Molting Sanctuary.

Shadow and Herlosh felt this sound too, especially, they also saw the statue.

Shadow recognized it, it was the likeness of Sandro.

Oswaldo was worshipping Sandro underground.

Moreover, Shadow suddenly sensed a strong urge; he wanted to prostrate before the statue.

Inside Winster University.

In the square surrounding Sandro, the rain-soaked crowd likewise heard the voice.

Some couldn't help but vomit, while others, looking at Oswaldo standing in the arena, couldn't help but kneel.

"Come, usher in... the King's arrival!"

At the moment he uttered these words, Heisenberg had already made his move.

In a swift motion, he rushed towards Oswaldo, his fists like iron.

This was definitely a level five true-named individual, one who once tied with Loren.

"Oswaldo, I hereby officially arrest you for endangering national security."

"Heisenberg, your flesh, it's a perfect offering."

Oswaldo, no, it should be Sandro, he caught Heisenberg's punch, simultaneously drawing out that scimitar Ethan was all too familiar with.

"What are you waiting for? Join in."

Joseph too stopped watching idly, as a major in the Kingdom and of ancient noble bloodline, he was certainly no ordinary person.

He suddenly became full of vigor, brimming with fighting spirit.

He seemed to be a War God true-named individual.

Ned looked at Ethan, shaking his head slightly: "This rain is problematic; you go find Sofia, take her away, leave here to me."

Ned, Chief Judge of Winster Court, naturally a high-tier law enforcer true-named individual.

"Let no rain fall here!"

He shouted, yet the rain persisted, compelling him to join the fray.

Ethan took in the scene, pondered, and decided to speak from the shadows; the cards in his hand couldn't be played in the open yet.

Only, when Sandro saw Ethan attempting to leave, he suddenly extended a finger, "You... cannot leave!"

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