"Three days?" Dies Martin nearly jumped out of his seat. "You think we're having a friendly chat? Three days isn't enough to lure an Upper God into a trap!"
"Old Ma, I believe in you." Qin Chuan patted Dies Martin on the shoulder. "You're the Lord of Lies and Deceit. Surely fooling a few muscle-brained idiots is child's play for you?"
Dies Martin swallowed the curse that had risen to his lips.
"You win."
He stared at Qin Chuan for a long moment. Only after confirming that this ruthless taskmaster had no other conditions did he turn and slip into the shadows in the corner.
Dark purple mist churned twice. All that remained in the hall was the fading echo of Dies Martin's voice, tight with frustration.
"Three days it is! Just wait for me to deliver!"
The shadows dissipated.
Night Cherry Tangle pushed open the hall's metal door and walked in, carrying the latest compiled battle report. He glanced at the lingering Abyssal Aura in the corner, then set the report on the table before Qin Chuan.
"Guild leader, will the Lord of Lies really do as he's told?" Night Cherry Tangle pulled out a chair and sat down.
Qin Chuan picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"I believe in Old Ma." Qin Chuan set down his cup. "The chance to lead the Abyss, plus the lure of pure Origin Essence, is enough to make him sell out those old monsters without a second thought. We just need to wait for him to trick them into going to the designated coordinates, then open a door and catch them."
Night Cherry Tangle nodded and tapped the holographic projector on the table.
A three-dimensional map of the world hovered in midair, densely packed red dots flashing across its surface.