Chapter 822: Chapter 324: The Current "Shenxiao Envoy" Has Become Your Third Main Profession! (Part 2)
Everyone was clad in bone-decorated tight-fitting outfits or armor, exuding a fierce aura.
Yet at this moment, they sat as still as statues, eyes fixed on their noses, noses pointing to their hearts, even their breathing deliberately lightened.
The head of the meeting table.
Sitting there was a figure entirely enveloped in a voluminous black robe.
His posture appeared unusually relaxed, even somewhat lazy.
His legs were crossed, casually resting at the edge of the smooth meeting table.
The shadow of the hood drooped deeply, completely concealing his face, with only the robe’s outline suggesting he was not particularly tall.
Time slipped away in silence.
Only the monotonous "tick-tock" sound emanated from the giant mechanical clock on the wall.
Buzz... buzz...
A slight buzzing sound broke the dead silence.
It was a phone.
A hand covered in black leather gloves extended from under the robe, picking up the phone on the table.
The robed figure seemed to merely glance at the message.
Without intending to reply, he gently placed the phone back on the table.
This tiny action.
Yet it tightened the nerves of everyone in the meeting room a bit more.
Finally, the robed figure spoke.
A voice emanated through the hood, carrying a peculiar metallic texture.
Not loud, yet audibly clear to everyone present, cold and devoid of any emotion:
"Stop all activities targeting the Thunder Pattern Masked individuals."
What?!
The core members in the meeting room abruptly raised their heads, their faces etched with shock and disbelief.
Numerous gazes focused on the robed figure at the head position.
Filled with misunderstanding and confusion.
Targeting that individual who publicly humiliated the Desolate Bone Corps in the arena and cruelly slaughtered seven elite Shui Lu members.
Was a consensus reached among the entire Desolate Bone Corps upon Deputy Leader Gu Yan’s return.
Retaliatory actions were being prepared intensively.
The intelligence network was operating at full capacity, vowing to track down this person and his accomplices to tear them limb from limb, to avenge the disgrace with blood.
Now...
The leader, with a mere casual sentence, wants to halt all actions?
Why?!
Gu Yan sat at the first position to the left of the robed figure, his face covered by a complete skull mask showing no expression, but the pupils in the deep eyeholes visibly contracted.
His hand on his knee had knuckles slightly blanching.
However, no one dared to voice a challenge.
Evidently, the robed figure’s commands were ironclad in the Desolate Bone Corps.
Surprise notwithstanding, confusion remaining.
The meeting room remained dead silent, with not a single sound heard.
The robed figure seemed utterly indifferent to everyone’s reactions, maintaining his lazy posture, continuing to speak, his tone still flat and unwavering: "Stop recruiting for now."
After a pause, he added: "Begin screening. Clear out the plants inserted by other factions, as well as those who only act lawlessly, stir up trouble, and tarnish our group’s reputation... clean them all out."
Sitting at the first position to the right of the robed figure.
Was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, marred by a scar running across it.
He was the Punishment Hall chief, Blood Fang, responsible for internal discipline and member management of the Desolate Bone Corps.
Upon hearing this command.
Blood Fang’s eyes flashed with an extremely peculiar expression.
Clearing out the plants from other factions? That’s fine.
But... removing those who act lawlessly, stir up trouble too?
Isn’t the Desolate Bone Corps’ foundation based on lawlessness and troublemaking within the City of Injustice?
In the group, those elite enforcers, whose hands aren’t stained with blood, and which are not wild and unruly masters?
To implement this standard cleanup.
One might have to remove a third of the members.
Blood Fang instinctively glanced at Gu Yan, who showed no sign.
Blood Fang could only suppress the absurdity in his heart, reverently bowing his head toward the robed figure: "Yes, Leader. Subordinates understand and will commence immediately."
The robed figure nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with Blood Fang’s response.
Next, he slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Gu Yan at his left.
"Gu Yan."
The metallic voice rose again.
"Leader." Gu Yan immediately responded, sitting up straight.
"In your last report, how many of our people went missing over in the Celestial Punishment Association?"
The robed figure’s tone seemed as if he was inquiring about something trivial.
Gu Yan was slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting the leader to suddenly ask about that.
He swiftly searched his memory and solemnly replied: "Leader, in the past year, within and around the Celestial Punishment Association’s territory, a total of 78 members have gone missing. About half were sent as scouts to gather intelligence, while the other half disappeared mysteriously during other missions or merely passing through that area. Neither dead nor alive."
individuals.
And half of them vanished just by passing through.
This number caused some high-ranking members’ faces to subtly change.
The oddity and peril of the Celestial Punishment Association they are well aware of.
Yet, such a high disappearance rate still sent chills down their spines.
"Mmm." The robed figure responded blandly after hearing, unconsciously tapping his fingers against the gleaming table, making a soft "knock" sound.
Then, he spoke again, his voice still calm, yet instantaneously dropping the atmosphere in the meeting room to freezing point:
"Shift the focus of the next actions to the Celestial Punishment Association."
What?!!
Upon hearing this, even Gu Yan couldn’t control himself, shuddering as he abruptly looked up at the robed figure.
The other high-ranking members were utterly bewildered.
Their faces marked by the word absurd.
Ceasing activities against the recently blood-feuded Thunder Pattern Masked individuals could be barely understood as the leader having deeper considerations or the opponent’s background being so irksome it’s temporarily unwise to confront directly.
Cleaning house, although standards seemed odd, still counts as internal restructuring.
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