Fated Death? That name sounded so arrogant. Gu Beichen felt it suited his tastes perfectly.
But he was a complete newcomer right now, so naturally he would not say a damn thing.
The other members of Owl also seemed to operate individually, as though they did not know one another. Still, Gu Beichen had his doubts. Was such loose management of their members really all right?
Didn't they at least need captains to lead teams or something?
"Fated Death? That should be a slogan the Fate organization mentioned before, right? I heard about it a few years ago. The Red Moon Holy Temple, Lighthouse, and Tianrui Lifeng all have similar organizations."
After hearing the name Fated Death, one member of Owl spoke slowly.
The chubby Wang Xi nodded slightly.
"We've also investigated Fated Death, but the results were complicated. Some people say they're a group that hunts Guyinduo Offspring, while others say Fated Death itself belongs to Guyinduo."
"Whether they're Guyinduo Hunters or Guyinduo themselves doesn't matter. Just leave it to us."
"That may be so, but I still think this could be an emerging organization. The way they do things and conduct themselves might be different from what you're familiar with. You'd all best be careful."
Wang Xi felt that his warning had done little good.
The people of the Red Moon Holy Temple were famously arrogant. That arrogance was etched into their bones.
And they did indeed have the strength to justify it. Of the other three great city-states, only those reckless fools in Tianrui Lifeng dared confront the Red Moon Holy Temple head-on. Lighthouse and Zion both showed signs of being suppressed, even dominated, by the Red Moon Holy Temple.
But Wang Xi did not care. He only needed to clear away those blocking his path.
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