Xingdao Outer City Government Office.
In the spacious courtyard, a middle-aged man in an official robe patterned with crows stood beside the pond with his hands behind his back, admiring the colorful fish swimming within.
The man had a small beard on his chin and a handlebar mustache above his lips, lending him a few extra shades of cunning. Yet his burly frame added a strange, oppressive weight to that very cunning.
"Just as my lord predicted, the Good Heart Church truly has brought in experts from other districts, hoping to act once again." A Peaceful People Army soldier nearly three meters tall stood behind him and bowed.
"Do you think the men we arranged can stop them?" The man smiled.
"Impossible. Since they learned of your strength during the last assassination attempt, my lord, they would never send weaklings to their deaths again. So this time, it must be a Great God Official." The Peaceful People Army soldier lowered his voice.
"Correct. Then do you know why I arranged for those five Zhou Tian Martial Persons to go and die?"
"They were merely five death-row prisoners whose final potential had been forced out. They may be called Zhou Tian Martial Persons, but in truth, they are nothing more than expendable goods," the Peaceful People Army soldier said gravely.
"Do you think five Zhou Tian Martial Persons can wear down a Great God Official?" the man asked again.
"Of course not. If they were genius Zhou Tian Martial Persons, perhaps they could, but Zhou Tian Martial Persons elevated so temporarily could not possibly have any effect." The Peaceful People Army soldier shook his head.
"Exactly. So their purpose was not to exhaust them, but—"
The middle-aged man lifted his gaze beyond the courtyard wall, as though he could already see