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"You're sure?" Ma Zhibin's brows pressed down.
Chen Zhang shook his head. "Hard to say. After that old bat Ming Xiangyun took a sucker punch, who knows how he'll hide, how far he'll turtle up... It's hard to predict, so..."
He looked toward Xue Dingshi and Ning Hai.
The white jade chess piece Ning Hai had polished warm in his hand fell soundlessly onto a corner of the board. "This should be done quickly, not slowly."
A silent consensus gathered as their gazes intertwined.
Chen Zhang spoke again, his tone heavier than before. "In this attack on the Heaven Dou Chen Estate, they only sent the Main Families of the various legion commanders, yet eight Titled Douluo appeared."
He paused, letting that number slam ice-cold into everyone's heart.
"You all know that the last catastrophe ended too early... The Crimson Seven Demon Legions not only didn't lose too much, they actually raised even more Titled Douluo."
"Now, counting their Main Families and the Titled Douluo under their command, each begins with no fewer than three Titled Douluo."
He lifted his eyes, his gaze like the tip of a needle quenched in fire. "Across the entire Crimson Church, the total number of Titled Douluo is no less than thirty."
An invisible pressure, heavier than a boulder, crashed down through the VIP room.
The knuckles of Ning Hai's hand holding the chess piece turned slightly pale, the wrinkles at the corners of Fang Tingbo's eyes deepened, and the tea in Gui Minghao's cup trembled without wind, ripples lingering for a long time.
Thirty. Though they did not know through what channel the Chen Clan had obtained this information, they would not speak nonsense.
In the deathly silence, only