Asian Magic Association, top floor of headquarters.
Su Lu leaned back in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.
Outside the window stretched the Burj Khalifa skyline. Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire office in a blinding white.
Three people stood before him.
Xizhe, a Light-element Forbidden Curse mage.
He wore a sharply tailored silver-white mage robe, its cuffs embroidered with golden star emblems.
Ferenlong, who cultivated both the Shadow and Curse elements, was tall and gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and deeply sunken eyes. Standing in the corner, he looked like an elongated shadow.
And Taimur, nominally Su Lu's subordinate, but in reality the man who managed the gray-market operations under his control across half of Asia.
"Jiang Che must die."
Su Lu spoke, his tone brimming with viciousness!
"First, Dragon Country cannot rise. Otherwise, our positions will no longer be secure."
"Besides, now that we've already offended him, a genius like this must be eliminated completely!"
Ferenlong stepped forward, a cold smile appearing on his gaunt face.
"Killing him won't be difficult."
"No matter how strong he is, he has weaknesses... such as the women around him."
"Ye Xinxia of the Parthenon, Asharuya, Mu Ningxue of Flying Bird City, Tang Yue... Capture any one of them, and he'll be tied hand and foot."
"Then Jiang Che will be nothing."
After listening, Taimur picked up a file from the desk.
It was densely filled with the movements and daily routines of everyone around Jiang Che.
Looking at the information, he said, "My people have already set up a surveillance network around Flying Bird City."
"Mu Ningxue is handling her graduation procedures in the Imperial Capital, and she has plenty of time alone. Tang Yue is at the Magic Tribunal..."
"We have a complete grasp of