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Poison Skin Woman sat at the head of the grand hall. Above the conference table before her floated a star map of the Land of Chaos. Gray Twenty-One stood beside her, his face hidden behind a mask, his true appearance unseen. Yet he had grown taller and far more robust than before.

Behind Poison Skin Woman stood a life-form shrouded in a cloak—Black Glass. Without looking closely, it was difficult to believe that someone was standing there.

Beside them was Zhi, a frail-looking life-form with skin like dead tree bark and enormous eyes.

A member of the Rahula Clan, with cunning as monstrous as a demon's.

"How many pieces have been placed now?"

"Thirty-seven." Zhi tapped a finger, and markers appeared on the holographic star map, scattered throughout every corner of the Land of Chaos.

"Speed it up." Poison Skin Woman's voice was icy. "The situation is changing too quickly. Dragging this out will do us no good."

"Understood," Zhi said immediately.

"A new batch of serum will arrive tomorrow. Select the most outstanding subordinates and prepare them for development."

The moment Poison Skin Woman finished speaking, every life-form present was greatly stirred. They all knew what kind of serum their leader meant.

As one of the Twelve Territories, the Land of Chaos was also the most chaotic region in the universe.

It was home to vicious criminals, fugitives from civilizations, schemers, interstellar exiles, arms dealers, swindlers, conspirators, adventurers, assassins, and all manner of ruthless people. From another perspective, it was also brimming with talent.

Four of the universe's ten greatest assassin organizations operated in the Land of Chaos, showing just how fierce the competition was.

It also housed the universe's largest black market and underground trading grounds. There was nothing they dared not sell there—not even items from God-level