Xingdiao Outer City Government Office.
In a spacious courtyard, a middle-aged man in an official robe patterned with crows stood by a pond, hands clasped behind his back, admiring the colorful fish swimming within.
The man had a goatee and a drooping mustache that lent him a cunning air. Yet his powerful, brawny frame added a strange, menacing pressure to his sly appearance.
"Just as you predicted, sir. The Good Heart Sect has indeed mobilized experts from other districts in an attempt to make another move." A Peacekeeping Army soldier, nearly three meters tall, stood behind the man, bowing respectfully.
"Do you think the men I've arranged will be able to stop them?" the man asked with a smile.
"Impossible. They already witnessed your strength during the last assassination attempt, so they would never send weaklings to their deaths again. The ones coming this time must be High Priests," the Peacekeeping Army soldier said in a low voice.
