Before he could think further, a sharp triangular bayonet pierced his neck diagonally. The next second, it twisted violently, and blood spurted out. The Magician put away his scepter, opened the car door, and stepped out.

"It's all your dawdling that made me wait so long!" a rough voice came. From behind a dilapidated wall, the Saber Fiend walked out, carrying a large saber on his back.

"Who knew you guys would be so fast," the Magician said, walking towards them. After rounding the wall, he found a large pit in the ground, with several corpses lying haphazardly inside.

The Puppeteer, with his pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks, chuckled. "These idiots actually thought we'd work for them. Now that we've got the benefits, they still want to monitor us. They deserve to die! Damned Night Watch!"

Compared to before, his severed arm had grown back a little over halfway, and even the rudiments of fingers had appeared on the severed bone. This bizarre scene was enough to shock the medical community.

"Aiya, don't scold, hee hee hee..." the Dancer giggled, twisting her waist and showing a媚態 (mei tai, seductive posture), "Hurry up and dispose of these corpses, we have our own things to do."

"My Ghost Head Saber is already thirsty!" The Saber Fiend grinned, his teeth now different from before, crooked and uneven, like a mouth full of barbs.

"It's useless to count on others. We've already become S-class, but that's not enough. We need to devour more Gates, more... powerful Gates!" The Magician narrowed his eyes, as if he already had an idea.

"Jie jie jie..." The pointy-mouthed, monkey-cheeked Puppeteer shook his head, a layer of red opera mask covering his face, making him look even stranger. "If it hadn't been at the Night Watch headquarters, I would have killed the Torchbearer and taken his Gate!"

"The Torchbearer has such a big reputation, but I didn't expect him to be so vulnerable!" The Dancer licked her lips, the tip of her tongue forked, and her pupils contracted into slits. "We only used 70% of our strength, and he couldn't handle it."

The Magician shook the scepter in his hand. "Perhaps it's not that he's too weak, but that we are now much stronger. But speaking of which, this New World that person mentioned... sounds really comfortable!"

"Heh heh heh..." The Magician narrowed his eyes, a fierce look flashing across his pale face. "But the ruler shouldn't be the Night Watch, it should be us!"

The Saber Fiend clenched his fist, his knuckles popping. "That's right! The New World should be ruled by us! But we're not strong enough yet. We want Gates, more and stronger Gates!"

"Don't go after the Night Watch yet. They don't know where we're going, and that man..." The Magician couldn't help but feel nervous when he thought of the man's silver pupils. This person was very strong, and they weren't willing to be enemies with him for the time being.

"I'm going to catch up with my idols." The Magician raised his eyebrows dramatically, letting out a chilling laugh.

"Crimson?" The Puppeteer, who was burying the bodies, became interested.

The Magician pulled down his hat, the corners of his mouth curving up. "I heard that Number 6 of them was injured. With my current abilities, eating him should be no problem."

"Even if there are other Crimson members present, they won't be able to stop me if I want to leave." The Magician hooked the scepter in his hand, the surging power within him giving him plenty of confidence. "Heh heh, maybe I can take out their headquarters while I'm at it. Mr. Crimson is a very mysterious existence. I'm curious... how he tastes." The Magician bit his lip.

"Then I'll go have some fun with Gong Zhe." The Puppeteer revealed an excited expression, his eyes bloodshot. "My master and two senior brothers all died at the hands of this Bone Carver!"

"I heard the Singer say some time ago that Gong Zhe was seriously injured, and it's difficult for him to even use his abilities. He's dying, hee hee hee, if we don't kill him now, when will we!"

"Once I devour his Gate, let's see who can stop me!"

The Puppeteer's fingers twitched excitedly, his neck twisting upwards, looking blissful. He tilted his head sharply, and the opera mask on his face switched to black. "Saber Fiend, I'll need to borrow your silver spear. I want Gong Zhe to experience the feeling of losing his loved ones too!"

Hearing the bold words of his two companions, the Saber Fiend, who couldn't control himself, became even more excited. He caressed his Ghost Head Saber. "Haha, good! Then I'll go meet that guy named Wu. I heard he also uses a saber." The Saber Fiend swung the Ghost Head Saber in his hand and laughed loudly. "I hope he can withstand three strikes from this Saber Lord, otherwise it'll be too boring. I'll reluctantly accept his Gate!"

"Let's take these guys' lives as a gift for our entry into S-class!"

"Hahaha!"

"Jie jie jie..."

"Hee hee hee..."

The unreserved laughter of several people echoed in the night wind, drifting further and further away, like kites with broken strings.

...

Late at night, Rong City, an inconspicuous room in an office building.

General Chen lay on a makeshift cot, tossing and turning. After countless turns, he exhaled a long breath and finally sat up.

After hesitating for a moment, he got out of bed and walked to a simple desk.

He didn't use the telephone set up in the room. Instead, he took out his cell phone, removed the SIM card, took out another SIM card from the collar of his shirt, installed it, and dialed the number inside.

He looked at the time. It was already late at night. It wasn't appropriate to call at this hour, but... he really had something to say.

"Beep—"

"Beep—"

The phone was answered after only two rings. The instant the phone was connected, General Chen suddenly felt a little nervous. "Hello, is this Secretary Hong? This is Chen Anguo. I'm looking for the Chief."

He could sense that the other party was not happy with the call at this hour, after all, it was disturbing the Chief's rest, but with the military situation urgent, he still asked General Chen to wait.

About a minute later, a familiar voice came from the other side. The voice did not have much authority, and even made people feel kind, but General Chen did not dare to be negligent at all, his back ramrod straight. "Chief, I have important military information to report. You should already know that the Night Watch has begun an internal cleansing. The Executive Department and the Xi family no longer exist."

"The internal forces that could restrain them have been almost completely destroyed, and Mr. Luo's plan to divide and disintegrate the Night Watch has also failed." After a pause, General Chen lowered his voice and tentatively asked, "I request permission to activate those people under certain specific conditions."

"Now is not the time."

"But the Night Watch has already struck first. I'm worried that if we delay any longer, it will cause irreparable losses." General Chen's tone also became agitated. "And Commissioner Lin and the others seem to have noticed it too. We..."