The difficulty of "putting it into practice" was already immense. Even if they succeeded, it still would not be over.
Pawa, who had become a Class A Fugitive, was a ticking time bomb. Though their previous hostility and the assassination attempt had concealed the connection between the two rather well, now that the Black Sun Sect had gained the upper hand, it was bound to come down hard over Executive Officer Kang's Death Incident, the Black Sun Curse, and the Dream Game.
When it came to this kind of special enhancement power, approaching them on one's own initiative would very likely mean walking into the tiger's jaws.
If Tang Li and the mysterious force behind him had nothing to rely on—plainly speaking, if they could not guarantee alignment with the Reclamation Corps and instead drifted toward the other side, perhaps even taking on the colors of the Rebellious Executive Officer and the Resistance Army—then Zuo Tai's side would surely make a different decision.
Tao Ju had still harbored a trace of wishful thinking before, but after the matter with Pawa, he felt it was a long shot.
As he continued to let his imagination run wild, Tang Li's reply finally drifted over. "This is easy to handle."
"Huh?"
"Just so happens, because of that business with Executive Officer Kang... well, not entirely because of that. Anyway, you could say Lao Du and those people got caught in the crossfire. They're still bedridden, and since the Black Sun Sect wants to win people over and offer compensation, aside from letting them participate in the Blood Sacrifice, it has also provided some extra slots."
"Slots?"
"They're invitations for relatives to take part in the experience." Tang Li smiled as he picked up another shumai with his chopsticks. "Lao Du, and those other