Mount Luoyun was efficient. Less than ten minutes later, footsteps echoed in the hallway. When the door opened and he saw the fat man lying on the bed, Mount Luoyun nodded in greeting.
"Old Master Luo, what happened with the Night Watch?" No. 13 was impatient and couldn't help speaking first.
Mount Luoyun gestured for everyone to stay calm, then pulled over a chair and sat down, his expression turning solemn. "According to a message from an inside source, something very strange has happened within the Night Watch recently. A considerable number of their high-ranking disciples have mysteriously disappeared."
"Could this have something to do with Gong Zhe?" No. 2 looked at Mount Luoyun, his tone grave. "There's something you may not know, Old Master Luo. Gong Zhe was attacked by a high-ranking disciple nicknamed the Puppeteer in the secure hospital. After killing his attacker, he left the hospital. Then the Night Watch's regional leaders and executives across the country were killed in a wave of coordinated attacks. Judging by the traces left at the scenes, they were all the work of Gong Zhe the Butcher. He didn't even try to hide it. After all, the door inside him was already on the verge of collapsing."
No. 2's meaning was clear. With a suicidal killing machine like Gong Zhe roaming free, it made sense for the Night Watch to pull its regional leaders and important executives out of their areas. They needed to preserve their strength.
But after all that, Mount Luoyun merely shook his head. "I know all of that, but I'm afraid this matter has nothing to do with Gong Zhe. The missing people aren't important figures in the Night Watch. They're high-ranking disciples the organization has secretly recruited over the years."
"Most of them were long-renowned experts.