Everyone in this group was an "enforcer," an "operative" working for the association's owner, and none of them was low-ranking.
Tools.
Never underestimate people's ambition to live forever.
Especially those at the top.
For those at the top, a long life was a pleasure. Nobody wanted their pleasures cut short, so all sorts of seemingly "bizarre" projects had been launched overseas, along with plenty of strange forms of "monster worship."
Associations of every kind poured all their energy into tracking down devils and monsters that might have existed in history, as well as aliens that might have appeared in modern times. They also pursued cutting-edge technology, all for the sake of extending their lives.
They spoke the local language very well.
There were more than forty people in the group. The foreigner leading them was called "John," a name so common that everyone assumed it was an alias he had picked at random.
"Mr. Luo, when are we heading into the mountains? I've used my contacts to get you some of the equipment you wanted.
"As for the equipment we couldn't get out, I did my best.
"We can't wait any longer."
He spoke without the slightest accent. Anyone who glanced at him without knowing better might have mistaken him for a news announcer.
John was talking to the man in the white shirt, who had taken out a Geomantic Compass and was carefully turning it over in his hands.
There were several kinds of geomantic compass, one of which was used by feng shui masters.
Some feng shui masters spent their entire lives studying mountains and rivers, then had their compasses buried with them when they died.
They buried those karmic ties alongside themselves, bringing them to an end without involving their descendants.
Others passed their compasses down to