The oldies felt reluctant to kill the Godfather spirit, and the young man could feel it.
After the long silence, the young man had no choice but to raise his hands together.
"Hey, hey, don't be so gloomy. I never said we should let those people kill the Godfather. Just injuring him is enough. It's all to prevent the Godfather from possessing his shaman."
"Well, yeah, that's good. But the government will want to kill the Godfather spirit no matter what. If we fail to injure him and kill him instead…"
The oldies hesitated for a moment before sighing.
"Are you sure we can hold back those ability users before they kill the Godfather?"
At the oldies' words, the young man only laughed. Somehow, his laughter this time sounded slightly colder than before, and one could hear the hint of mocking in his tone.