The thought that another Executioner might be watching him from the shadows sent a chill through Zhou Sining's blood. An unknown darkness seemed to close in, and he felt a fear he had not known in a long time.
He was not afraid of the Black Vatican coming after him. His life was expendable anyway. What frightened him was the thought of those bastards targeting the people close to him...
He drew a deep breath and barely managed to suppress his fear.
Before long, mages from the Temple of Freedom arrived at the hotel. They said rooms had been prepared at the temple and invited China's National Team to rest there for the time being.
If a member of China's National Team was assassinated by the Black Vatican on United States soil—in New York, where the temple itself stood—how could the United States or the Temple of Freedom ever save face?
Failing to arrest the Executioner on the spot was embarrassing enough!
Once the Temple Mages arrived and explained what had happened, everyone learned that a Black Vatican Executioner had tried to assassinate Mo Fan. Unease swept through the group.
Zu Jiming and his idiot friends made things worse, blaming Mo Fan for drawing the Black Vatican to them and forcing them all to flee for their lives.
Before Mo Fan could speak, Ai Jiangtu reprimanded them.
Petty squabbles within the team were one thing. But with the Black Vatican involved, Ai Jiangtu, as a Military Department representative and National Team Captain, would not tolerate remarks from Zu Jiming that undermined morale.
The group settled in at the Temple of Freedom.
Mu Nujiao soon learned the whole story. Her brows drew together, and her expression darkened.
She had witnessed the Ancient Capital Cataclysm from beginning to end and knew how