Chapter 213 The Eve Before the Battle Begins

• Even a fool like Rafe the Bald could tell what was going on. He shut his eyes, trying to steady his head. The very next second, he exploded—one kick sent a chunk of the conference room table flying, and he roared, "Pass my orders. Have the elites from every chapter gather. Pull back everyone out on mission. Today, we’re taking down the Holy Church sub-hall!"
• Rafe couldn’t stay calm anymore. Failure after failure had blown up his nerves. First, intel leaked, his people got seized, his name stank, and he burned two billion bucks, plus a ground-level expert got killed. Then they found out the Holy Church had moles inside the Skull Society. That was why the mission tanked in the first place. The moles bolted and slapped the Skull Society with a ruthless warning, leaving both sides tearing off the last shred of pretense, daggers drawn, rumors everywhere.
• The final straw was today’s negotiation. Since ancient times, two armies at war don’t kill messengers. But the Holy Church sub-hall went too far. They didn’t just kill their people—they flat-out disrespected them and smacked them in the face.