676, What to use to save the Lick-Dog Envelope?

Even Mercer, reluctant as he was, had no choice but to listen to Gascogne and the others at this moment.

He chose to close his eyes and enter the world of the Voodoo Cult through dreaming, when a phrase emerged in his mind: "I'd rather be called Luther than Mercer."

This was incredibly real.

Although self-mocking, Mercer was acutely aware that, in the eyes of others, he might be a synonym for strength, but in reality, he was nothing but the weakest link in the Vanity Sect.

Apart from the newcomers, any random person pulled out would be so much stronger than him.

He was the weakest of the weak.

…

Meanwhile.

Du Wei had also returned home.

The house was extremely quiet at midnight.

He sat alone in front of the sofa, an ashtray on the coffee table, a cigarette held in his left hand, while his right hand tapped lightly on the glass surface of the table, making a thumping sound.

On the coffee table, several items were placed in order.