Lin Mo was unaware of the affairs on the Dark Web, nor did he show any interest in paying attention to them.
In a secret base somewhere abroad, a group of high-ranking figures clad in black sat next to a round table.
"Jing Ji, Cold Arrow, Skull Child, our Godslayer Temple has lost three ace experts. Are we really going to give up on this mission?"
"Our Godslayer Temple has never had a failed mission. Should we just send someone to continue pursuing the assassination?"
Everyone spoke, their gaze falling on the person enveloped in the black robe sitting at the head of the table, who was the current helmsman of the Godslayer Temple.
A woman in a black, tight leather outfit with her hair tied into a ponytail, threw her iPad onto the table and said gravely, "Take a look for yourselves, continuing to pursue him may bring catastrophic danger to our Godslayer Temple."
As everyone looked at the information on the iPad, they simultaneously drew in a sharp breath.
