Inside the hotel.
Mr. Dong held his phone and nodded to Ku'er.
The latter silently took out the Scanning Device and carefully swept the room.
In less than ten minutes, he uncovered ten Listening Devices, one after another.
After five consecutive sweeps, the father and his sons breathed a sigh of relief.
"Petty tricks. They thought planting a few Listening Devices would let them eavesdrop on us." Flames sprang up in Ku'er's palm, burning the Listening Devices to ash.
"All clear, Father." Another son nodded respectfully. "There are no more Listening Devices."
"Good."
Mr. Dong took a deep breath and dialed the number labeled 7 in his Contact List.
"Sir."
Mr. Dong looked respectful and instinctively stood up.
"How did it go?" The voice on the other end sounded very young.
"As you instructed, we stirred up a little trouble in the Capital to mislead them."
"What about the shipment?" Seventh Master's tone was steady, betraying neither pleasure nor anger.
"It's on its way. We deliberately routed it through Demon City." Mr. Dong smiled confidently. "Barring any surprises, Old Ninth should already be heading for the Peninsula."
"A brilliant plan, sir. First, use the Capital as a smokescreen to make them think we're going to play against them in official circles."
"While the real killing move is hidden at sea." After slipping in that casual bit of flattery, Mr. Dong dropped his smile and asked somewhat hesitantly, "But, sir..."
"Old Ninth is already strong enough to rival someone with Eight Awakenings... Even if he takes the bait, we might not be able to bring him down, right?"
You could call Old Ninth evil, but no one dared call him weak.
Crazy as he was, when it came to fighting, that bastard's brain worked even better than Little White Tiger's.
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