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It was still the underground Secret Chamber deep in the drainage hub, still those specially made Blood Drop Stones, those sickly reddish-brown Spirit Tool Lamps, and still beside the massive round table forged from melted bones.
There were only four figures at the table.
The absence of Number Four's scarlet mask was like a silent hole filled with ill omen. The slick aftertaste of blood and infant cries seemed to still linger in the air.
In the eye sockets of Number Five's pale, mouthless mask, ghostly light flickered eerily. That hollow voice was the first to break the suffocating silence.
"At the meeting the day before yesterday, everyone swore up and down that we'd help and watch over one another. Number Four's words—'desire must be endured,' 'wait until the blizzard blows across Crimson territory'—had barely faded... Heh. Yesterday, the Huiming Bureau's 'blizzard' did indeed blow across Crimson's Black Nether Legion, but right after that, the Supervision Department's blade fell on Number Four himself!"
"Number one, isn't this 'coincidence' a little too hot to handle? What happened to your promise that 'as soon as any scout approached, word would be sent at once'? Number Four's own lair was wiped out!"
Number one's golden ghost mask let out a short, sharp sneer, his gaze beneath the mask sweeping over the other two.
"Number Five, you can eat whatever you like, but you'd better not run your mouth! What I promised was surveillance over the underground network. Those mad dogs from the Supervision Department didn't come down at all this time. They smashed straight through the ground with pinpoint accuracy—at that slaughterhouse in Huarun District... the exit to Number Four's surface hideout."
"That place—hell,