Night gradually deepened.
A crescent moon hung high in the night sky, bringing a sliver of light to the darkness.
At the corner of the street, two blurry shadows leaned listlessly against the wall.
The faint glow of cigarette butts flickered between light and darkness.
"Brother Xu, we've been keeping watch for almost a day. When are we actually going to make our move?" A young man tossed his cigarette butt onto the ground and ground it hard beneath his foot before asking impatiently in a low voice.
"Wait a little longer!" The young man called Brother Xu raised his hand to glance at his watch and said quietly, "We'll wait until they're sound asleep. Otherwise, the commotion will be too great and attract the patrol officers' attention. This operation has to be foolproof."
"Are we really going to kill them all?" the young man asked, seeming somewhat reluctant.
"What? You can't bring yourself to do it? Or have you begun wavering in your faith in the Lord?" Brother Xu turned his head, his expression sinister.
"No, I... I haven't. My faith in the great God of Hunting is absolutely steadfast," the young man hurriedly said, frightened.
The God of Hunting was a true god. During the ceremony at noon, he had genuinely sensed His presence.
His divine might was like a prison, His majesty unfathomable.
Some of the higher-ups had even been bestowed divine power during the ceremony.
Everyone's identities had been kept secret during the ceremony, and even superiors and subordinates communicated only through one-line contacts.
He could not make out their exact appearances, but he could still tell that several of the higher-ups were old men on the verge of the grave. Yet after the ceremony, their formerly wrinkled hands had instantly regained their youth and luster,