Insect Organization, Vacuum Garrison.
Deep within the courtyard.
Human Dragon-level Plague Exterminators who could dominate a region outside guarded the central area.
In the lakeside pavilion, the air was cold and grim.
Huo Hu sat in a brand-new wheelchair, studying Zhou Zhi.
Though Huo Hu was quite well-mannered, he knew perfectly well that the man before him was the chief culprit behind [Insect] and himself ending up in this place.
This time, the man before him was not using the blurred-face effect of [Genetics].
What appeared before him was a handsome face.
Calm, composed, yet somewhat extraordinary.
So this was the true face of the Patient Association's president?
Huo Hu sneered inwardly.
His fingers touched the bookmark [Moon] in his hand.
Though it had been returned to its rightful owner, Huo Hu still harbored countless suspicions toward Zhou Zhi.
"President, just say what you have to say."
After giving it some thought, Huo Hu spoke. "One should not accept rewards without merit."
The old man calmly pushed [Moon] in his hand back.
Zhou Zhi nodded slightly.
Huo Hu truly was a deviant.
Even after a thousand years of erosion had shaped him into a violent personality, he could still completely control his true heart.
If an ordinary person recovered [Moon] after losing it, they would probably be beside themselves with joy.
Especially under the current circumstances. Within the Vacuum Theocracy, the Insect Organization was being brutally suppressed by the [Crimson Family], and they were in dire need of high-level combat power.
"This was originally Mr. Huo's possession. At most, this can be considered its return, not part of the deal. After all, I gave the other [Flower God] to the second-in-command of our association."
Zhou Zhi spoke with some regret. "However... bookmarks are nothing much. There are thirty-six cards in