James had plans to return to the Southern Plains.

He would wield the Blade of Justice again and claim the lives of those unpunishable by law.

Although he needed powerhouses like the Elite Eight to assist him, they had already exposed themselves.

Keeping them around would only inconvenience him.

“Understood.”

No one said anything more.

James nodded. “Alright, head back immediately. Cansington’s affairs aren’t your concerns anymore.”

“Boss, what about the antidote…”

Wave Dragon looked at James warily.

Before submitting to James, he had consumed a poison made by him.

He constantly feared for his life, worried that he would die from it.

James smiled and reassured him, “Go look for Henry. He’ll give you the antidote.”

“Understood.” The Elite Eight nodded and turned to leave.

Only James, Quincy, and Blake remained in the room.

Blake was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a cigar between his fingers. He chuckled and said, “I was curious how you managed to subdue them