Underground base, a majestic standalone palace.
Inside the room.
Zhou Pengfei playfully toyed with the red wine in his hand, sitting on a tiger-skin sofa.
"So, my good Third Brother has already captured Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu?"
"Yes, Master, Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu have been captured and are now held in the Third Young Master's palace," a black-clad figure knelt across from Zhou Pengfei, covered entirely in black save for his eyes.
"There will be a good show to watch now! Don't disappoint me, Zhang Xiaohao!" Zhou Pengfei sneered coldly.
With a wave of his hand, the black-clad person respectfully retreated.
"Pass on the orders, we are preparing to act!" Zhou Pengfei said.
"Young Master, are we truly not going to participate in the blood sacrifice?" the middle-aged butler asked.
