The Governor-General

"A contract, or a curse?"

Wu Ming looked at the bodies scattered across the ground and frowned slightly. "This works, too. At least there won't be any loose ends!"

Clearly, these Western thugs had been subjected to countermeasures by the mastermind behind the scenes. Once some condition was met, the measures would activate immediately, killing them to silence them and leaving not even their souls behind.

Though Wu Ming had the ability to save them, if he actually did so, the mastermind would inevitably notice him, and he would make an enemy of them.

He had simply come out this time to lend a hand and clear his head. Picking a fight with an enemy like this without knowing what he stood to gain would be unwise, so he let things take their course.

"But this thing..."

Wu Ming's eyes shifted. With a beckoning motion, something resting on the leader's corpse flew into his hand.

"What a strange fluctuation..."

Floating in his palm was a strangely shaped black ring. Its ancient-looking pattern had been carved into the shape of a black snake biting its own tail, every scale exquisitely detailed.

The leader had naturally carried other high-grade magical items, but in Wu Ming's eyes they were nothing special.

Only this ring looked ordinary, yet the trace of aura clinging to it left even Wu Ming unable to make sense of it.

"Looks like I've gotten caught up in some grand conspiracy..."

Wu Ming looked at the ring in his hand, his expression rather strange. "Still, since they've been silenced successfully, there's no risk of information leaking. That mysterious organization shouldn't make any unnecessary trouble..."

"Miss Zhang Guo, come over here!"

He beckoned. The sea of flames died down, and the little girl came in, gripping her long sword with both