"What is it?"
"Why are you panicking like this? Have you no decorum?"
Cui Hao set down the watering can, turned around, and rebuked him.
This subordinate was usually quite steady, yet now his face was filled with terror, as though he had witnessed something beyond comprehension.
Cui Hao's heart jolted.
"What happened?"
"Th-they're all dead..." The subordinate panted heavily, his face pale with fear, his voice trembling. "The people sent to arrest Shen Boxia... they're all dead..."
Cui Hao froze, as if he had not understood.
"What did you say?"
"What do you mean, all dead?"
"The team sent to arrest Shen Boxia, including the hundred-plus experts sent by the Holy Society and over a thousand men from the Constabulary... they're all dead. Not a single one survived..." the subordinate said fearfully.
"How is that possible?!"
Cui Hao was first stunned, suspecting that his subordinate had lost his mind and was babbling nonsense.
Yet although the man looked flustered,
his eyes were clear.
But...
Over a thousand people, including more than a hundred Special Ability Users, had all died. The news was so surreal that he could not process it for a moment.
Just then, another subordinate rushed in and shouted in terror.
"This is bad, sir!"
"The Holy Society's experts are all dead..."
Unlike the Constabulary-clad man beside him, this subordinate wore a long robe with colorful sleeves patterned with strange dark designs, resembling some sort of ritual garment.
He was a member of the Holy Society, an assistant sent to help Cui Hao this time.
Seeing that this newcomer was reporting the same thing,
Cui Hao finally recovered from his disbelief.
He absorbed the news.
Then,
he thought of something.
His expression changed. "How many people did the Heavenly Mandate Society send?"
Less than half an hour