“Armband?”
Yu Tian’s heart skipped a beat.
Park Guochang continued, “Yes, armband.”. They wore uniform and looked like soldiers in the army. There was an armband on the upper arm of their sleeves. It seemed to be... a rotten human face.”
“Rotten human face...”
Yu Tian immediately recalled the appearance of the soldiers on Demon Island. There was also an armband on their upper arms.
A rotting human face, the clone society.
Yu Tian sighed. That’s right, this organization was indeed the clone society.
Even though on the surface, Cui Zhengzhi was only in the ordinary arms business.
However, it was impossible for the clone society to send people to help an ordinary arms dealer deal with traitors. An ordinary arms dealer would also not have such connections with genetic warriors.
Even though Yu Tian had yet to figure out the background of the Kronin Society, judging from the arms business on Demon Island and in Happy Valley, the Kronin Society was quite rich.
