Kou Island.
Amaterasu Sect headquarters.
Amaterasu had barely recovered from his serious injuries before he started stirring up trouble again, without even stopping to catch his breath.
In the reception room.
He sat alone with a man in his sixties on the tatami mats.
The fresh fragrance of tea filled the room as the two savored their drinks.
They both enjoyed this rare peace.
At the same time, they were waiting for good news.
"Thank you, Mr. Amaterasu. Without the information you provided, the organization couldn't have found an opening so easily."
The old man wore an exquisite tailored suit, the very picture of an elderly European Federation gentleman.
A cane rested beside him, he wore white gloves, and his hair was meticulously combed.
What was startling was that his aura was no weaker than Amaterasu's.
"Mr. Abahan, you're too kind. I merely did what little I could."
Amaterasu respectfully refilled his tea.
The name Abahan had a long history, originally derived from the name of the Twisted Angel.
"It is my honor to serve the Satan Organization. I have long admired your organization's nine great Fallen Angels."
Amaterasu's flattery pleased him greatly.
The old man's lips curled up unconsciously, his expression growing even more arrogant.
The Caesar Organization was divided into nine divisions, each of whose heads was named after a Fallen Angel.
They were the Temptation Angel-Cessia.
The Slaughter Angel-Sera.
The Desire Angel-Sathsum.
The Twisted Angel-Abahan.
The Light Angel-Jinye.
The Rebellious Angel-Fanni.
The Diffusion Angel-Mayayani.
The Lost Angel-Fenmeng.
And the Resistance Angel, whose very name struck terror into people's hearts.
Each of the nine great Angels could commune with God.
The one visiting Kou Island this time was the Twisted Angel.
"As long as we successfully turn a third of the rising powers to our side, that will