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Start dateMar 31, 2025 at 7:29 PM

End dateApr 7, 2025 at 7:27 PM

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Although strength is respected in Meteor Street, ascending to the position of elder requires not only power but also a calm mind and exceptional wisdom.

The deaths of Manda and the others confirmed that Ethan's strength exceeded expectations.

Vivian realized that her remaining subordinates, without resorting to heavy weapons, would likely only suffer more casualties if they confronted Ethan.

"Relay my orders to shift from searching to blockading, and contact the other elders to convene an elders meeting," Vivian ordered, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

Aubrey, standing before her, briefly allowed a flicker of disappointment to cross his face before responding respectfully, "Yes, my lady!"

The disappointment vanished as swiftly as it had appeared. Aubrey departed to carry out Vivian's orders.

The elders of Meteor Street operate independently but share mutual interests.

Thus, every elder holds the authority to call for an elders meeting.

After receiving Vivian's summons, both those interested in Ethan and those reveling in her predicament agreed to attend.

In the conference room of a large building at the heart of Meteor Street, all ten elders gathered, including Vivian. A well-dressed elderly man presided over the meeting.

"Vivian, you've called this meeting. What topic do you wish to discuss?" The elder seated at the head, known as Donald, smiled as he addressed Vivian.

While the ten elders hold equal nominal rights, insiders know that Donald, the great elder, wields the most power and influence.

Vivian rose, nodding respectfully toward Donald before addressing the room with solemnity.

"I've called this meeting regarding a man named Ethan. I believe he poses a threat to the development of Meteor Street."

"Haha... This is amusing, Vivian. Do you think we're blind and deaf? We know about your issues with this Ethan."

"Elders' meetings are for discussing matters of common interest, not for settling personal scores."

"Don't reject it outright. Perhaps, as Vivian suggests, Ethan indeed threatens our interests."

"Yes, let Vivian present her case."

The elders voiced mixed reactions. Some sneered at Vivian, others mocked her openly, while a few maintained neutral or ambiguous stances.

Among them was John, the first to attempt recruiting Ethan. Puffing on a cigar, he spoke nonchalantly.

"Hmm?!"

Those with ambiguous stances drew attention, prompting some elders to frown and others to ponder.

"Interesting..."

At the head of the table, Donald observed Vivian thoughtfully.

He knew she had likely made preparations, possibly offering incentives to sway some elders.

Ignoring the varied reactions, Vivian continued, her expression unwavering.

"Ethan is a professional Hunter and a bounty hunter. According to my findings, he's been targeting criminals. Since arriving in Meteor Street, he has killed many."

"However, these criminals are a vital recruitment source for us. If this continues, and word spreads, fewer criminals may come to Meteor Street..."

Initially dismissive, some elders began to consider Vivian's words as she elaborated, frowning as they processed the implications.

...Please give me flowers...

Criminals arriving in Meteor Street indeed bolster the elders' forces.

If their numbers dwindle, it could hamper their ability to expand and replenish their ranks.

"You're fear-mongering. The individuals he's targeted were indeed criminals, but not aligned with us. This suggests he's selective."

"Additionally, targeting scattered criminals while leaving our people untouched could enhance our reputation, possibly attracting more recruits."

Morgan, a middle-aged elder with a mustache, ranked seventh among the elders, responded disdainfully.

While ranking is nominally equal among the nine (excluding Donald), Morgan's words resonated with several elders, who nodded in agreement.

"You're not fear-mongering, Morgan; you're overly confident," Vivian retorted, her eyes narrowing as she directed her disdain at him.

"Who are you calling overly confident?" Morgan's temper flared as he slammed the table and stood.

Dong dong dong....

As tensions rose, a knock sounded at the conference room door.

"Come in!" Donald, intrigued, turned toward the door.

The other elders exchanged curious glances.

Interruptions during elders' meetings are rare, typically signaling urgent news.

A man entered hurriedly, approaching Donald to whisper something in his ear. All