The Chairman of the Truth Society nearly passed out from anger.
He had been fighting the Gene Primordial for twenty or thirty years. Though he'd suffered plenty of minor losses during that time, this was the first time the Gene Primordial had toyed with him like this.
If he hadn't spread the news, he might have been able to stomach it. But he'd already made a big public announcement that Bai Fu was dead, and before he'd even finished spreading the word, Bai Fu had popped up to slap him in the face.
If sticking pins in a doll actually worked, the Chairman would have loved to turn Bai Fu and the Gene Primordial into pincushions!
What Bai Fu and the Gene Primordial had just done was like pulling out a lump of shit and smearing it on their opponent's face in the middle of a fight to the death.
You could say it didn't do much physical damage, but it was fucking disgusting—the kind of thing that would disgust you for the rest of your life.
"Fuck!"
The Chairman seethed with rage.
Bernardo stood beside him, trembling. "Chairman, should I send people after Bai Fu right away?"
The Chairman clenched his right fist. "Raise the bounty on Bai Fu to three million. That's enough to get an S-Rank Assassin to take her out. As for us..."
He'd finally figured it out.
No matter what, he had to know what mattered most.
Bai Fu and the Gene Primordial were both hateful, but the Gene Primordial was the one he hated most. They'd secretly plotted all of this, while Bai Fu was merely the one carrying it out. If they kept fixating on Bai Fu, the person doing the work, they'd be playing right into the Gene Primordial's hands.
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