At the cruise terminal of the Victoria Harbor, a pitch-black cruise slowly stopped ashore.

A few G-Wagons could be seen parked in a straight line. Soon after, several people clad in traditional clothing stepped out of the cars.

All of them wore warm smiles.

Vince was there among them. There was a faint smile on his lips as he squinted at the person coming out of the Dragon Cell’s untraceable prison.

The man in question had simple clothing, but his hands were still covered in bandages and casts. He was none other than Julian.

No matter how much Vince wanted Julian dead, he still showed a warm smile as he greeted the latter along with Quinton, Matthew, and the rest. When they saw Julian, they put on looks of enthusiasm and sympathy.

“Oh, Julian! Our brothers and sisters pleaded guilty so you can be released!”

“Remember to treat everyone for a meal as thanks!”

“Young Lord York.”

Julian quickly approached Vince before dropping into a respectful bowing.

He didn’t know what exactly