"Thanks, Old Six, there's nothing to do now but wait for news. Come, have a drink. Let's drink with your fourth brother here. Who knows how many more chances we'll have to drink after this? Let's give fourth brother some good company today," Max Dorrell said, his mood extremely foul. All he could think about was finding the God of Night Assassins and the Dark Demons as soon as possible, to reach the turning point in this affair. Otherwise, as he had said, something might go wrong at any time in the future, and then, even if he wanted to drink with Old Six, the opportunity might not arise.