Raid the Enemy's Home

At the banquet, the main characters were renowned figures from the Demon-Worshiping Cults of various nations, while Wangu was more like a high-ranking attendant.

No one paid attention to him. Zhou Leng sat at ease, continuously pondering the Martial Dao Heart.

Zhao Dongjun had said that everyone possessed a Martial Dao Heart, but not everyone could clearly "pin it down."

Many things were like that.

They existed, but might not be clearly defined.

Just like everyone's feelings.

The dinner was no different from an ordinary banquet. Wangu bustled about all night, yet found nothing amiss.

Every single one of them was thoroughly devoted to the Demon-Worshiping Cult.

Near midnight, Wangu received a call. After ending it, he stood there in a daze for a long while.

He brought Zhou Leng to a corner and said in a low voice, "I need to go to the Patrol Bureau now. Wait here for news.

"If—I don't return, report it to the organization. Remember, do not act rashly. This is a trap they set to force my hand."

"What happened?"

Wangu sighed. "My subordinates have all been arrested. Though they are from Elephant Nation—

"they are still my subordinates. I need to rescue them. But the other side clearly does not intend to kill them all. They should be using my subordinates as bargaining chips. We only need to stay three days anyway. They will definitely agree."

"As far as I know, the credibility of Elephant Nation people is worse than even the founder of the Trump Lineage."

"My connections in the Demon-Worshiping Cult are quite good. I will definitely handle this matter."

"You really won't let me go with you?"

"If you go as well, we could be wiped out in one fell swoop, and the risk will be greater. Please believe