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"Are you sure?" Ma Zhibin's brows drew down.
Chen Zhang shook his head. "Hard to say how that old bat Ming Xiangyun will hide and pull his head back into his shell after taking a club from the shadows... impossible to predict, so..."
He looked toward Xue Dingshi and Ning Hai.
The white jade stone, polished smooth and warm by Ning Hai's fingers, settled soundlessly in a corner of the board. "Better sooner than later."
An unspoken consensus formed as their gazes met.
Chen Zhang spoke again, his tone heavier than before. "In this attack on the Heaven Dou Chen Residence, they sent only members of the legion commanders' own families, and that alone amounted to eight Title Douluos."
He paused, letting that icy number strike every heart.
"As you all know, the last Calamity ended too early... the Crimson Church's Seven Demon Legion not only escaped without heavy losses, but nurtured even more Title Douluos."
"Now, counting their own families and their subordinates, each has at least three Title Douluos."
He raised his eyes, his gaze like the tip of a tempered needle. "The Crimson Church has no fewer than thirty Title Douluos in total."
An invisible pressure, heavier than a boulder, crashed down upon the VIP room.
Ning Hai's knuckles whitened around his game stone. The wrinkles at the corners of Fang Tingbo's eyes deepened, and the tea in Gui Minghao's cup trembled without a breeze, its ripples lingering.
Thirty. They did not know what channels the Chen Clan had obtained that information through, but the clan would not make baseless claims.
In the deathly silence, only the distant bustle outside the window remained as background noise, making the room seem quiet enough