The Ultimate Host

Elliot waited for his boss The Fisherman to show up. He was tapping his feet loudly on the ground impatient. He looked in the distance and saw the bloodhounds running towards him. They stopped over five feet away from Elliot. Elliot looked at the dogs which had chocolate and dried up mayonnaise all over their mouths. They were dripping saliva from their sharp teeth.

He looked at them in disgust. Suddenly he felt a very strong aura behind his back. He turned around and saw who it was. It was The Fisherman who was beside Grey's body looking at him lay in his own pool of blood. He then walked up to Elliot. "Consider this as your reward." He tossed Elliot a key. "What's this?" "That is the key to the chest at the bottom of The Dokan Ocean." Everything required should be in that chest.

The Fisherman walked away disappearing. The bloodhounds stayed behind drooling. They wanted to devour Grey's body. Elliot walked up to Grey's body bending on one knee. Don't take any of this personal. Your service is just no longer needed. Elliot got back on his feet laughing. He also made his leave.

The bloodhounds walked up to Grey's body drooling heavily. They started drinking his blood. However, Grey was not dead. Grey opened his eyes. His vision was not great, but he could see just good enough. He looked to his side and saw a room full of drooling teeth.

He rolled out of the way standing on his feet. The bloodhounds leaped at him with monstrous looks on their faces. Grey kicked one of them in the neck-breaking it like a chopstick. The smarter bloodhound evaded Grey's attack. Grey picked up his arm and threw it inside the bloodhound's heart. Blood gushed out of the bloodhound's head. The bloodhound dropped in the ground closing its eyes.

Grey stopped the bleeding shaking his head trying to regain his vision. He now had to new people on his kill list. The Fisherman, and Elliot. But first, he had to acquire a new arm.

Isle Of Micro Machines.

Grey deserted the Councilman Of Fate Empire. Desertment resulted in death. But right now his mind was not focused on them. He was in the Isle Of Micro Machines to get a new arm. He had a cloak and veil on covering his appearance. He walked up to a tall cyborg and asked him a question. "Who is the one who makes organs and limbs in this here establishment?" "That will be me." "Making a new arm for a stranger like you does not come cheap. "

"Life is not cheap." Grey emptied half of his bank account which was a lot of money. He carried it in a giant bag. When the tall cyborg saw the money, he said: "Follow me."