"Mr. Sang, our operation has failed."
Within a certain manor.
The flames in the fireplace burned fiercely, and the silent Mr. Sang, with an air of arrogance in his sharp gaze, looked at the middle-aged man before him.
He slowly spoke, "This plan was flawless. I sent both Lin Jun and He Hu, and yet we still failed?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sang, we are still searching for the reason… I suspect the Old Gods Association has members we are unaware of."
Before the middle-aged man could finish, Mr. Sang ruthlessly interrupted, "I don't want to hear your suspicions. Give me a definite answer. Do you understand what it means to lose two of the Thirteen Protectors?"
The middle-aged man lowered his head; he was currently kneeling before Mr. Sang, thankful that the soft carpet spared him from too much discomfort.
