The Black Net Master's plan was public among the core members, and everyone knew the ultimate goal.
Wolverine and the others were not surprised by this.
Being a death soldier was not something everyone could do; it usually required training from a young age. If all the black-clothed individuals on the island were Black Net death soldiers, it would have been too exaggerated.
However, after hearing the Black Net Master's true objective from the black-clothed man, they couldn't help but become furious.
"Are they treating us all like tools?"
"Being tools would be better. At least we'd still be alive. Now we're just sacrifices! They wanted us dead from the very beginning!"
As they spoke, their anger grew. They were all top figures in the assassin world, and within the Black Net, this group was considered among the most elite assassin powerhouses.
When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
"Let's calm down first," Wolverine suddenly said in a deep voice.
"Old Wolf, what do you mean? They've pushed us this far, are we just going to take it without fighting back? Do they think we're made of clay?"
Wolverine said sternly, "I'm even angrier than you are!"
A killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Back then, the Black Net used a lot of money to lure me away from the Red Men. When I joined, the Black Net was just an insignificant assassin organization!"
Only then did everyone recall that while Wolverine's fame had spread from within the Black Net, anyone who had been in the assassin world for a long time, or had an elder associate, knew one thing.
The first time they heard of Wolverine was in connection with the Red Men, the most established assassin organization.
An organization so old it could almost be called the progenitor of assassin organizations!
Despite its age, its status in the assassin world was akin to Jerusalem in Western Europe or Anmen in China; no assassin would fail to feel reverence for it.
One reason for this was that half of the top ten recognized assassins currently active hailed from this organization.
Therefore, Wolverine's status, though he rose to prominence within the Black Net, couldn't be said to be solely a product of the Black Net.
Conversely, having come from the Red Men, he could have achieved his current status and strength in any organization!
For him, the Black Net was, at best, mutually beneficial.
In fact, it was possible he had brought more benefits to the Black Net!
Yet, such a prominent figure was now standing here with them, being treated as a disposable pawn!
When Wolverine said this, everyone immediately quieted down.
Yes, compared to him, I don't seem so miserable, nor so angry.
Wolverine then continued, "But, does being angry help? Can anger change this fact?"
He scanned the surroundings, and no one dared to refute him.
Even the other four members of the seventh level remained silent.
It wasn't because of Wolverine's status, but because of his words.
Did being angry help? If it did, there wouldn't be laws or enemies. If anger helped, all matters would be settled on the spot, and there would be no need for tomorrow.
In fact, as assassins, they wouldn't easily compromise their mental state.
Rage, and the like, were actually major taboos for assassins.
Including pity, sympathy, and even hot-bloodedness – anything that disrupted a calm state of mind was a grave taboo for an assassin!
Only by maintaining composure at all times could one survive longer in this profession, where failure almost invariably meant death, and the mortality rate was virtually the highest among all industries!
The current rage was more due to the gathering crowd, which had instilled a sense of invincibility in each of them, as well as the presence of the five temporary captains.
It was as the saying went: when the sky falls, the tall ones will bear it; they, relatively speaking, didn't need to think too much.
Wolverine's words had truly brought them back to reality.
Yes, not only was being angry useless, but it also made them seem low-level and brainless, unworthy of their current status.
Of course, this was only the first point.
Wolverine's tone suddenly turned cold: "Blackie let even me in. Do you think the leader of an organization like the Black Net would do anything without certainty?"
Everyone's hearts tightened.
It seemed to be true. They had been influenced by their emotions of anger just now and hadn't thought of this.
They exchanged glances, and for a moment, the surroundings became even quieter.
There was no need to say anything further; this point alone was enough to explain their current predicament.
Even if they knew the opponent's plan or objective, or that the Black Net Master, whom Wolverine referred to as Blackie, didn't care if they knew!
The fact that the situation had reached this point proved that the opponent had absolute confidence in eliminating them all!
At this moment, a seventh-level expert asked, "Old Wolf, what do you think we should do now? No matter how strong Blackie is, he wouldn't have expected us to unite, would he?"
Wolverine chuckled, "Is that really so hard to guess?"
"Don't harbor any illusions. Our alliance was already within someone's calculations. Perhaps they are just waiting for an opportunity to capture us all in one fell swoop!"
Everyone's eyes flickered. If they were to remove their masks, one would find that not a single person's complexion was normal at this moment.
Even though those black-clothed figures hadn't caught up yet, they themselves were already feeling despair.
What kind of situation was this!
After all, they were top-tier assassins with strength no less than that of fifth-level experts. With thirty to forty people, didn't they have any way to cope?
However, upon serious reflection, there truly was none.
If they were outside, they would certainly not be in this predicament. At the very least, the combined power of thirty to forty people would be enough that even a major power would not dare to look at them disdainfully!
But this was Leici Island.
The primary characteristic of Leici Island was its ability to neutralize their realm power.
Everyone could only rely on secret techniques for combat.
Although secret techniques were more powerful than other basic moves, a cultivator's combat power was not solely determined by individual moves but by their overall combat capability.
This included reaction speed and explosive power.
However, on Leici Island, all of these were suppressed. They were left with only their secret techniques to use.
If their strength at full power was ten, then now it was less than five, a significant weakening.
How could they possibly stir up any waves?
Another seventh-level expert couldn't help but ask, "Old Wolf, are we just going to wait here to die?"
"Wait to die?"
Wolverine chuckled.
"That's not my style. Those who know me well know that I never do anything without certainty! Since I debuted, I've never had a single failure!"
Wolverine wore a light yellow mask, and coupled with these words, he exuded a somewhat imposing aura.
Unfortunately, the occasion was not right.
If this were outside, after hearing these words, most of the people present would have offered some praise. But now, they held back their words.
If he's saying such great things, why is he with us now?
"Old Wolf, stop beating around the bush. If you have a solution, just say it."