The back seat of a black business sedan.
Four people sat facing one another, their expressions calm.
"Why did you make such a huge fuss this time? People have already started paying attention to me." A middle-aged man with a square face spoke with anger, his presence faintly imposing.
"Don't worry, Director Cao. We've always been careful with our operations. They won't find anything."
"But what about Fang Shengjie? Someone of his standing—didn't you know how much commotion his death would cause? You can just walk away, but I'll be the one who gets into trouble."
"Fang Shengjie was an accident. If he hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong, we wouldn't have killed him. Besides, this was an order from above. You wouldn't disobey it, would you? You know that after everything you've done these past few years, there's no going back for you." A young man with dark skin and Southeast Asian features gave a sinister little laugh, a vicious glint in his eyes.
The square-faced middle-aged man's expression darkened at once.
"Shut up, Corite!" the bald middle-aged man scolded.
The vicious young man shrugged and fell silent.
"This was our mistake. We let our guard down a little too much." Seeing the square-faced man's expression ease slightly, Bald Man continued, "The target for this mission is seven young female Martial Artist-level **. We still need two more. Once the mission is complete, the organization has always been generous to its own. Then you'll receive three vials of Primal Divine Blood."
"The organization still has Primal Divine Blood left?" The square-faced man's expression finally changed, and he looked doubtful.
He knew that when the invasion from the Otherworld first began, the Myriad Gods Society had obtained the remains of some deities by various means. That was also