Eight Linglong (3)

Though it was the same matter, different people always saw it from different perspectives.

Straw Raincoat Guest's intelligence was still too outdated.

His intelligence network was far too rotten.

He had no idea that, just moments ago, right under his nose, Eight Linglong had already entered Xinzheng. Nor did he know that Eight Linglong was originally a part of Hei Bai Xuan Jian—a special lifeform constructed from the lingering souls of those Hei Bai Xuan Jian had killed and preserved.

Still, considering that three-quarters of Straw Raincoat Guest's intelligence network had already been infiltrated and replaced by Faceless Men, it was only natural for his intelligence to lag behind. It was nothing strange. When half or more of any intelligence network had been replaced, it would fall into a state of paralysis, perhaps even reach the point of no return. After all, the enemy knew how many of their own people there were and who they were, while they themselves could not be sure how many of their own remained, nor whether any given person was truly one of them. Every known method of investigation would become ineffective. That was how Netherworld had been infiltrated, gradually slipping out of control.

Put bluntly, the enemy could manufacture eyewitnesses.

They could erode the organization bit by bit, from the outside inward.

For example, once an intelligence agent had been replaced, he could use the excuse that he had obtained valuable intelligence to meet a superior or find a colleague. During a private report or discussion, he could strike. Even if those outside noticed something was wrong and rushed in, all they would see would be the superior who had already been replaced by a Faceless Man, along with the corpse of the original host. At that point, the replaced superior could declare