Can the storm be far behind?

Since they were already chatting, Shadow Nine decided to say a few more words.

"When the battle kicks off, I've got someone to cut down. You're on your own, kid."

Mike rolled his eyes and nodded dismissively. Using a secret technique, the irritable Shadow Nine spoke in a different style."

"By the way, Shadow Nine," Mike said, pulling out an envelope and handing it to Guardian Shadow, "Just in case, I mean just in case something happens to me. There are some things I want to be taken care of in here. It's kind of weird to say, but consider it my will."

Mike had thought it through. This battle was no small matter. Even though he would only face Battle Chief-level enemies, a slight misstep could lead to his demise. He even used the Eye of Truth to gauge his survival probability. It was less than 85%.

If the worst happened, Mike wanted to be prepared. His personality was always like this—cautious yet bold, knowing when to charge and when to retreat.