When dawn was breaking,
Yazde, the Steward, rushed back with three teams of professionals.
Seeing the bloodstained ground and corpses covered with white cloths, his expression turned exceptionally grim.
He had been lured out of the city like a clown, and then the hall of professionals was almost wiped out.
Not to mention the losses this time, this incident was also a stain in his career as a steward.
Steward's Office.
"How is the casualty situation?" Yazde, leaning on a cane, took a deep breath and asked.
Vice-executive Slyther sat on the sofa, petting the docile Cheetah, "What do you hope for?"
"Slyther, I have no time for jokes."
"Three people are injured, and the infiltrators into the professional's association can be confirmed to be from the Church of Divine Punishment; one of them is the Elder 'Bawudong,' and there are seven members of the church, among which two are core members of the church," Slyther said softly, reporting the findings.
