The situation was clear. As the clan leader of the Doom Race, Wyot lacked any real authority. This was a blatant insult.

“So, what now?” Quattro asked. “Should I immediately send the army to capture them, or eliminate them directly?”

“No.” Wyot waved his hand at Quattro. “Matters of the Doom Race are mine to handle personally.”

With that, he strode toward the main hall’s entrance.

“Xovior, gather all the Doom Patrol. We have an important combat mission.”

James narrowed his eyes slightly upo