"This..." Zhu Meng's pupils contracted sharply. Looking at the names on the paper, his blood surged through his body. "Are these people all Black Vatican spies?"
Mo Fan, Zhou Min, Zhang Xiaohou, and the others gathered around as well. When they saw the names on the paper, their expressions turned incredibly grim.
Mo Fan in particular recognized one of the names—it belonged to the elder previously in charge of logistical coordination. He had never expected him to be a member of the Black Vatican!
"Why did the Black Vatican's Great Deacon Huzin give us this list?" Zhou Min asked, utterly perplexed.
As everyone discussed the matter heatedly, Fu Ye's figure appeared behind them like a ghost.
He looked at the parchment in Zhu Meng's hand, his gaze calm and unruffled, as though he had known about this all along.
"Salang does things cleanly and decisively. She knew the spies left here would die, so she had us give them a quick death," Fu Ye said softly. His voice was not loud, yet every word reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Salang?" Zhu Meng abruptly turned toward Fu Ye, his eyes filled with shock. "You mean Salang had Great Deacon Huzin leave this list for us?"
Fu Ye nodded slightly. His gaze swept over the names on the paper, and a faintly mocking curve appeared on his lips.
"His mission was complete, so Salang had him withdraw. As for why he handed over the list of spies... he must have known these spies could not stay hidden for long. It was more practical to hand them over directly."
Mo Fan frowned. "Why would Salang do this? These spies have been embedded for years. Wouldn't it be more beneficial to the Black Vatican if they remained exposed?"
This was the question in everyone's mind.