Blood Debt Must Be Repaid in Blood

Yuezhou City, Yue Rong District, Yue Ming Garden.

Inside a five-story villa at the center of the complex, Hundred Demons Workshop Master Pei Yurong raised her wineglass and said to the crowd, "The first toast is to our Deputy Workshop Master!" Du Wenming rose and lifted his glass.

Having successfully completed the mission last night, Du Wenming had risen from a fringe figure in Hundred Demons Workshop to become its deputy workshop master. "The second toast is to everyone's brave performance on the battlefield!"

In the string of cases last night, some members of Hundred Demons Workshop had played crucial roles. Having passed this trial, some of them would become the Workshop's backbone. Du Wenming had killed off a large number of the original core members, and replacements were badly needed.

Among these newly promoted core members was Gu Hao, chief of communications at the Dark Star Bureau.

"The third toast is to our dream—the hall of dreams forged with our blood and faith. It is about to shine with dazzling brilliance. Now, let us invite the Devil Master's envoy to offer us his guidance, encouragement, and blessings!"

A blond, blue-eyed man in a black robe stood and spoke to the crowd. He was speaking Lafsha Language, which most present could not understand, but Du Wenming could.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about his speech. He stressed that this was a hard-won victory. Once the Magnetic Storm Weapon was officially completed, the Devil Master would descend upon the earth and war would begin. Hundred Demons Workshop would need to serve Devil Master Chernobog with even greater devotion, creating still greater achievements under his guidance.

Workshop Master Pei Yurong translated the Devil Master's envoy's words. The meaning was largely unchanged, though she made some adjustments to the phrasing, elevating the praise