"Look, even if we assigned the assassins and servants to the Blazefire Commerce Guild, now that the constraints of the slave secret techniques are gone, whether they stay or leave is no longer the concern of my Hidden Assassination Pavilion."
Otherwise, why would he have ordered, without delay, the forced recall of family personnel from those strongholds, instead of transferring them steadily?
He wanted it to be fast.
The faster, the messier.
After all, the chaos would be within those severed strongholds.
He seemed to see the Blazefire Commerce Guild, flustered and overwhelmed, trying to clean up the mess. And with just a small sacrifice, those assassins who had their secret techniques removed would come crawling back like dogs.
Presumably, the old ancestor thought so too.
Heh heh heh heh heh—
...
On the fourth night, inside a large stronghold in District 11 of Grand Havoc City.
Boom— Boom—
A series of explosions came from underground.
