"What did the old man's letter say?"
The four people in the bedroom all focused on the letter in Han Fei's hand, like sharks that had scented blood, crowding around Han Fei.
"They want to hold a death art competition here, using this town as the stage, to select new Core Members from among us," Han Fei revealed without any concealment. Even if he hadn't spoken, those psychopaths would have learned the news from elsewhere.
"It seems we are in luck, becoming a Core Member is a dream for many."
"I can't believe I have such an opportunity just three months after joining. Nice, I will perform well."
"Death art? Isn't that what I've always been pursuing?"
The four in the room rubbed their hands with excitement, their minds already brimming with various inspirations and ideas, and streaks of Blood Silk appearing in their eyes.
