In a luxury suite of a five-star hotel, a man in silk pajamas with a crew cut was leaning on a plush sofa, gently swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, his gaze focused on the crystal goblet as if lost in thought.
Standing in front of him were a woman and three men.
The woman's skin was somewhat dark, but it could not conceal her beautiful figure and lovely face.
The other three men were lean and small in stature, but their eyes were filled with ruthlessness and fierceness.
"Banto and the others failed?"
The crew cut man swirled his wineglass indifferently as he spoke.
The woman took a slight step forward and nodded her head.
"Yes, Lord Saint!"
This crew cut man was the highest core member of the Misty Ghost Hall!
Lord Saint!
And the four people in front of him were the true high-level members of the Misty Ghost Hall!
The five individuals present could be considered the core strength of the Misty Ghost Hall. They had all come out with one purpose!
To kill Di Qiu!
