CHAPTER 1878 WHAT ARE THE CONDITIONS

The emperor's expression darkened even further.

BAM!

He slammed his fist onto the table. "Who are these bastards?! Who! Who is it!”

"You still haven't caught them yet?!"

The man kneeling before him didn't dare to speak and the air became very heavy all of a sudden. The emperor realized he was asking a stupid question now.

Nobody was getting caught here. Instead, whoever was doing this was killing off his people!

These people were all important to the palace.

But they didn't even know who was doing this.

"Fools!" The emperor was so angry that his face was all red as he collapsed weakly onto his chair again and panted heavily. If this went on, would the entire royal family be killed off?

He looked like his soul had been sucked out of him as he looked at the Prince with his head tilted to one side.

The message in his gaze was very clear: You tell me what to do now.

"I'll think of something. If I'm not wrong, he definitely knows." The Prince didn't have a choice. Even though he was furious, he had to resolve this before the killers eventually reached him as well.

He glanced up at the emperor and stood up. "Wait for my news and we'll see how to resolve this."

He then turned and left to look for Sugita.

At the main shrine.

Sugita was lying back in a chair with his legs crossed as he happily drank tea and fished at the same time.

"Mr Sugita, it looks like you're enjoying yourself!" The Prince walked towards him with a nasty expression on his face.

He hadn't forgotten that he had been forced to kneel by Sugita, and those photos were definitely leaked by Sugita as well.

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"I'm going pretty well,” Sugita looked up. "Why is Your Highness here? Do you have good news to share with me?"

"Sugita!" shouted the Prince. "Those photos..."

"It wasn't me." Sugita held his palms up and looked helpless. "My phone was stolen and I made a police report, but I still haven't gotten it back yet. Look, I've gotten a new one now."

The Prince knew that Sugita was lying, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The photos had already gone viral, so the only way to get back would be to kill Sugita.

But the one more likely to die first was himself.

"What must we do in order for you to let us off?" The Prince's tone of voice became gentler. "If we keep attacking each other, both sides will suffer great losses."

Sugita laughed.

He slowly reeled in his fishing rod and felt like he had heard the biggest joke in his life.

Both sides will suffer great losses?

"Who's suffered losses?" asked Sugita as he squinted at the Prince.

The Prince froze.

The only people who suffered was his side!

"Do you really have to blow this matter up and fight to the very end?!"

"Your Highness, I really don't understand what you're talking about." Sugita dug his

ears. "You've been going on and on since you walked in here, but I don't get it at all. What do you mean by both sides will suffer losses or fight till the very end?"

"I'm well and alive, so if you're talking like this, it means that you're the one who's going to die."

The Prince's face reddened in fury.

He pointed a finger at Sugita and his entire body trembled in anger, but he couldn't get a single word out.

"The people from the royal family always speak so strangely. Thankfully the Yamaguchi Syndicate has people who are more down to earth." Sugita sighed. "Look at how kind Mr Kumada is for sending me fish feed. He even said that if I need anything, he'll settle it for me."

"Your Highness has been part of the Yamaguchi Syndicate for quite some time now, so why didn't you grasp the spirit of the syndicate?" He shook his head disappointedly. "It looks like you're not suitable for the Yamaguchi Syndicate."

The Prince narrowed his eyes.

"What are your conditions?" He was angry, but had no choice in this. He knew it was definitely that group of people behind all of this, but he didn't know where they were right now and who their next target was.

What if their next target was him?

He knew how scary those people were. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up on his knees that day!