The Luo Residence.
The entire residence was shrouded in lifeless gloom.
Inside an opulent pavilion.
A woman's sobbing set hearts on edge.
Old Luo, the head of the National Situation Bureau, sat in his study with a grim expression.
Beside him, an older woman who still retained her charm wept bitterly.
"Darling, our son only made a momentary mistake. How can you be so heartless?"
"If you're going to move against our son, then kill me too."
With that said.
The woman deliberately looked toward the row of men wearing pure white masks in front of the desk.
This was the National Situation Bureau's powerful operations division.
A shadow unit.
No one knew their identities. No one knew their backgrounds.
But... they had an achievement that inspired the greatest pride in all the Dragon Kingdom.
A one hundred percent assassination success rate.
Not even Shadow Ghost had achieved that.
"An indulgent mother raises a wayward son."
Sorrow showed in Old Luo's eyes as he said in bitter disappointment, "Your son has already betrayed our country. Do you understand?"
"You're the one who put those ideas in his head! You sent him to the Alliance! You told him to learn their advanced technology!"
The woman retorted hysterically, "He's still a child! If he makes a mistake, can't we teach him again?"
How could the woman not know how grave Young Luo's mistake was?
It was simply her nature as a woman that made her feel her son could still be saved.
"It's too late." A trace of resolve crossed Old Luo's plump face. "My family line can end with me, but... I cannot have a son who betrays his country."
"I sent him to the Alliance to learn their strengths so we could counter them, not to let him lose his