Eight Swords of King Yue (II)

"Chief, please allow me to say something unpleasant."

"When this bamboo scroll appeared,"

"and it was clearly not the work of any of us,"

"it meant Netherworld had already been infiltrated without our knowledge, and infiltrated all the way to the highest level."

"Working from the bottom up is difficult."

"But working from the top down is simple."

"You are among us, and we are among you."

"Now, we do not even dare fully trust or deploy our own confidants."

"Netherworld has fallen into a state of paralysis."

"It may not even respond to orders."

The slender Zhuan Po Sword Master spoke in a low voice.

As a Heaven Ranked Assassin of Netherworld and a Grandmaster, he differed from those rigid, ordinary Netherworld assassins. In fact, even those ordinary Netherworld assassins were not all dead men.

No matter how sophisticated the methods, they could not completely erase a person's consciousness and emotions.

Just like the rainy-night pursuit that Surprise Carp encountered in the original story.

Among them, the Netherworld assassin leading the pursuit of Surprise Carp had shown emotion.

Otherwise, he would not have tried to negotiate with Surprise Carp.

He had tried to persuade her to return.

To get rid of the child.

Then restore her former combat strength and continue carrying out missions for Netherworld.

If he truly did not possess even a trace of emotion,

then persuading her to surrender would have been impossible.

He would have simply killed her.

Because every order was absolute.

It was merely that many Netherworld assassins lacked that authority, and their emotions had been worn away by brutal training, which was why they appeared so cold-blooded.

But once one reached the Grandmaster realm,

that flaw was not completely removed,

but at least mostly eliminated.

It was not strange for a Sword