The Snipe and Clam Fight, the Fisherman Profits-and Andre's Good Intentions

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"A member of the Seventh-Tier Demon Race?!"

"Not even a Demon King?"

"How could one lowly member of the Seventh-Tier Demon Race have such a huge impact on us?!"

"You're joking, right?!"

"Could he be a puppet Bradwell pushed into the spotlight?!"

In the darkness, the figures could hardly believe what they were hearing.

The same calm voice spoke again.

"No. He isn't a puppet."

"A low Cultivation Level doesn't mean he's useless. Quite the opposite... To become a Blood Demon Guard at such a low level and quickly earn Bradwell's trust, this member of the Seventh-Tier Demon Race named Black has real ability."

"You probably wouldn't believe it, but he found the traitor hidden among the Blood Demon Guard using nothing but documents."

"How is that possible?!"

Cries of astonishment rang out in the darkness.

Catching a traitor just by reading a few documents? That was a fairy tale!

Yet the calm voice was utterly certain.

"I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. There's no mistake!"

Now the figures in the darkness had nothing to say.

"If that's true, we can't underestimate this member of the Seventh-Tier Demon Race!"

"I don't care how capable he is. The question is... what do we do about our losses?"

"We went to so much trouble to win over and infiltrate those Families. Are they all gone just like that?"

How much had they sacrificed to infiltrate and win over those Families?

And now it was all gone!

"Hmph. Kill him!"

"Exactly. He's too great a threat. He caught the traitor among the Blood Demon Guard just by reading a few documents. If he starts looking through those Families' records, won't all our