Chapter 212 Sudden Turn

• On the Hell Net, news spreads like wildfire. Plenty of factions stir the pot in public and in private, just waiting to swoop in and feast.
• Right now, Bald Rafe sat in the conference room. Below him were the heads of each branch and their lieutenants.
• “President, if you ask me, the Saint Cult’s sub-temple is wide open. Let’s hit it now. The outside world already thinks we did it anyway. So screw it—see it through, lean into the mistake. Otherwise, someone else will snatch the spoils.”