Cunning Schemes

Inside the Blood Moon Sect's vast conference room,

the lighting had been deliberately dimmed, creating an air of mystery.

Complex crimson totems and twisted stellar trajectories were carved into the lofty dome, as though they connected to an unknown abyss.

Once everyone had taken their seats,

Forsa Morgan slowly placed both hands on the table. He showed not the slightest trace of nervousness; instead, he folded his hands with overwhelming pressure and said:

"Let's get straight to the point. I don't intend to stay here for too long."

He swept his gaze over the dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of Blood Moon Believers standing around the conference room.

Without exception, those cultists wore black-and-red blood robes.

Like dark rivers flowing through the night, those robes symbolized both the believers' loyalty and devotion to the Blood Moon Sect and their yearning for power and eternity.

The believers remained silent,

some lowering their heads in thought,

but when they heard the disdain contained within Forsa Morgan's heavy tone, they all turned their gazes toward the leader of this operation:

Commander Kai Pu Er Wen of Antonio United.

At that moment,

the only sound in the entire conference room was the faint crackling of distant candle flames,

along with the occasional long, deep breath.

But the next second,

the scar-faced man who had been seated at the head of the table slowly turned around,

then fixed his gaze on Forsa Morgan.

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

"A group of people about to die."

Forsa Morgan appeared utterly fearless.

As an investor from Morgan Chase,

he possessed that status,

and the right to be so arrogant:

"Kai Pu Er Wen, do you know why I came here without any bodyguards?"

He lightly tapped the ancient jet-black stone table.

In an instant, cracks spread