“People die for wealth, and birds die for food; this ‘goods’ was too lucrative, there’s nothing they wouldn’t dare do…”
“Even if it’s an inside job, who is capable of pulling it off?”
The Black-Clothed Boss’s gaze grew heavy, moving across the faces of those present as he pondered:
“The ground is still warm and charred black; these are the traces of a Formation…”
“Formations are powerful but complex to set up…”
“This means that someone had advance knowledge of the situation and set up a Formation here beforehand, then used the power of the Formation to ambush and kill everyone including Boss Jiang, a total of twelve people!”
“And snatch our ‘goods’ out from under our noses!”
“Mr. Tu has made his calculations; there should be no error unless…” his gaze sharply intensified, “… there’s a traitor among us, leaking the information!”
Upon these words being spoken, the colors drained from their faces.
“Boss, you know my loyalty…”
“Boss, I am wholeheartedly loyal to you!”
“Boss, my life was given by you; I have even betrayed my ancestral teachings…”
“Boss…”
One by one, they passionately spoke to prove their loyalty.
The Black-Clothed Boss saw their sincere expressions, frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze, and said coldly:
“We’ll discuss this matter later, the priority now is to get the ‘goods’ back…”
“The Formation still has residual warmth, and Sword Qi hasn’t completely dissipated, indicating the battle ended not long ago; they might not have gone far…”
The Black-Clothed Leader thought deeply for a moment, furrowing his brow:
“On the way here, did you see any suspicious people? Or a child?”
The others looked at each other in confusion.
To avoid detection, they had disguised themselves, coming from different directions, converging nearby only after each journeyed separately.
On the way, they were too focused on hurrying to their destination to spare attention for suspicious people…
The Black-Clothed Boss cursed softly, “A bunch of useless!”
His eyes were as fierce as an eagle’s or a wolf’s as he imprinted the surrounding scenes in his memory, nearly grinding his teeth in frustration.
So close!!
Just a bit more and that Young Master with the special bloodline would have been in their grasp!
Once delivered to Mr. Tu, and used as a Blood Sacrifice for the Divine Lord, he would have secured great merit, and even a change of fate wouldn’t be impossible!
Snatching victory from the jaws of a dragon, and smuggling goods in plain sight.
Mr. Tu had calculated everything!
He had arranged everything!
Just fuckin’ that close!
The eyes of the Black-Clothed Boss gradually turned blood red, with veins like fractures, terrifyingly sinister, and his voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human: