"This matter must be resolved."

After everyone had seen enough, Sandro almost hammered out the order.

"With such a big issue... the Kingdom won't ignore it, right?"

Haska, however, seemed a bit hesitant.

"We might as well wait for the Kingdom's official..."

"Haska, have you messed up your head playing with women? Have you forgotten who started this? Even if the Kingdom eventually solves it, when will that be? What about our business? We can't afford to wait even a day!"

George growled almost furiously.

He really was in a state of panic.

After reading the documents, Ethan understood as well.

The so-called meme pollution refers to ancient relics or true name objects undergoing mutations, producing something deadly, akin to a curse, known as a meme.

It can spread through certain mediums.

This time, it was liquid.

That's why so many people who drank the private alcohol died horrifically.

And to solve this, one must go to Saint Kuanti to find the source and eliminate it, to completely cut off the spread of the meme.

"I don't care what you do, this matter must be resolved immediately, that's also the intention of the gentleman behind me."

John Hott was also anxious.

Normally, he wouldn't mention the person backing him, but now he had to use it as leverage.

"I will send Klei to lead a team to Saint Kuanti."

Sandro's meaning was clear, what about you?

George was the first to nod.

Ethan and Danny followed closely behind.

Only Haska hesitated, but seeing everyone looking at him, he could only nod.

"Quickly give me the candidates, we'll head out tonight."

After saying this, Sandro turned and left.

George and Danny hurriedly went to prepare.

Only Haska hesitated, squeezing over to Ethan's side.

"Ethan, you know our family has only one true namer, me, and I..."

"Don't worry, Haska, when the time comes, let your people follow mine, it'll be fine."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder.

Haska breathed a sigh of relief, as if a drowning man grasping the last straw: "Ethan, I knew you were my best friend."

Back home, Ethan immediately assembled the core members for a meeting.

As soon as he finished talking, Vincent stood up and said, "I'll take the team."

Then he added, "I am the Berserker, the second true name of the War God, and probably the strongest here, plus, I have experience with meme pollution."

The second true name of War God, no wonder he could easily deal with Lewis before.

Ethan actually favored Vincent, so he nodded and said, "Vincent, I'll give you a few more people. If you need anything, just tell me, make sure to stay safe."

Then Vincent began to prepare.

In the evening, Ethan and Vincent had a meal, and then Vincent prepared to set out.

Before leaving, Ethan softly said to Vincent, "Haska's people will follow you, if there's a chance..."

Vincent understood what Ethan meant and nodded slightly.

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Time flew by quickly, and five days passed.

There was no turnaround in the situation.

In Winster City, there were still people suddenly collapsing with wretched howls, ultimately turning into ice blocks.

The protest and resistance against private alcohol had also reached its peak.

Ethan's private alcohol business had entered a complete glacial period.

In these days, Ethan had no heart for anything else, he didn't even go to Winster University, nor did he draw, just waiting for news, and studying the city of Saint Kuanti.

As time went on, the unease in his heart grew heavier.

From Winster to Saint Kuanti, even with heavy snow blocking the road, it shouldn't take more than a day.

Five days...

Five days without any news.

On this day.

Ethan was at home looking at the history of the Northern Region of the Kingdom when Anya suddenly rushed in from outside.

"What's wrong?"

Although Anya usually had no expression, the aura she exuded made Ethan feel something was up.

"Someone has returned..."

"Where?"

Ethan stood up immediately.

"It's not Vincent." Anya quickly gave Ethan an answer he didn't want to hear.

"Where?"

Ethan asked for the second time.

"Just outside, I have people giving him emergency treatment, his condition is very bad."

As Anya spoke, she was already heading outside.

Ethan followed closely behind.

In the hall, a member of the Bolita family dressed in a black trench coat was lying on the sofa, continuously twitching.

His entire body was wrapped in a layer of frost color, feeling as if he could freeze any moment.

The fireplace in the room was blazing at maximum, and he was covered with many thick blankets and quilts, yet he was still shivering.

Hot water was being poured into his mouth.

Ethan walked over, and the man saw Ethan, his eyeballs struggled to move, and he said: "Sir... we suffered an unknown attack... I was separated from Sir Vincent... I was so scared... I'm... sorry... ugh!"

As he spoke, he suddenly couldn't suppress it and began to vomit uncontrollably.

What he vomited was a large amount of stinky, pitch-black fish scales.

Just at the moment he vomited, Ethan suddenly reached out, as if he was trying to grab something.

In an instant, he caught it.

"Young master?" Anya quickly shielded him, watching him closely.

Ethan shook his head, indicating it was nothing.

At this moment, the home's phone rang.

It was a call from Sandro.

Half an hour later.

On the third floor of the North Sea Star Hotel, a meeting was convened again.

Looking at those present, Sandro, sitting at the head position, was the first to speak: "It appears not just one person has returned."

"Has Klei returned?" George couldn't help but ask.

This was also something Ethan wanted to know.

"No, it was a young man who returned." Sandro shook his head.

The situation was similar in other families, those who returned were people of little importance, the key individuals did not return.

Except for the Murich family.

The people Haska dispatched, not a single one returned.

"So what do we do now?" John Hott's complexion was already as bad as it could be, he had barely had a good night's sleep these days.

Now, yet another news like a death knell.

Clearly, the operation against Saint Kuanti had failed.

Is the private alcohol business really going to collapse?

"I'll go, I'll go personally!" George, at this point, was like a gambler who had lost everything, slamming his fist on the table, looking at everyone.

His posture scared Haska, who originally wanted to speak, into swallowing back his words.

Danny was the second to respond: "I'll go too, my brother is still there, I want to bring him back."

Their gaze swept the table; Haska dared not meet their eyes, lowering his head.

Sandro spread his hands: "I will dispatch Emilio and more people."

Then, only Ethan was left.

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