American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, it's the holidays. I was going to look for you, but you're never around."

Jessica leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt incredibly safe.

The two lingered for a long time, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

"Let's go for a walk."

Lin Feng suggested.

"Since you're on vacation and have some free time, let's go on a date."

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262: The Assassins' Guild! The Truth Society!

"Dating?"

Jessica's eyes lit up, and a girlish anticipation and shyness appeared on her face.

Although the two have been together for a long time, they have had very few dates like ordinary couples.

She cherished every moment she spent alone with Lin Feng.

That feeling made her feel like the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

"Okay!"

She nodded without hesitation.

The two did not go to the restaurants or cinemas that couples often frequent.

Lin Feng took Jessica to an old textile factory in Brooklyn that looked unremarkable from the outside.

This is the new headquarters of the Assassin's Guild that Lin Feng handed over to Jessica after he subdued them.

The two entered the textile factory, only to find a completely different world inside.

The transformed space is filled with modern technology, complete with training grounds, intelligence centers, and armories.

Upon seeing Lin Feng and Jessica, the members of the alliance stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.

A woman dressed in a fiery red, tight-fitting combat suit, with a seductive figure and sharp, eagle-like eyes, quickly approached.

She (agdh) is the current leader of the League of Assassins, "Fox" Fox.

“Master, Miss Jessica.”

Fox warmly welcomed the two and led them to his office on the top floor.

How's the league doing lately?

After Lin Feng sat down, he casually asked.

When the conversation turned to serious matters, Fox's smile faded and he became serious.

"Everything is on track. With Mr. Stark's financial and technical support, our intelligence network and equipment have been fully upgraded. Only..."

"Just what?"

Jessica keenly sensed her hesitation.

Fox sighed, a hint of guilt on his face:

"Recently, an organization called 'The Truth Society' has emerged in the New York underworld. They operate covertly, are ruthless, and are expanding very rapidly. They have repeatedly provoked us, seized our territory and business, and even assassinated our people. The conflict between the two sides has reached an irreconcilable point."

She lowered her head, a hint of self-reproach in her eyes:

"It was my dereliction of duty that I failed to stop them in time, causing losses to the organization."

Lin Feng picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it, and said calmly:

"They're just some insignificant nobodys, no need to pay them any attention."

To him, the so-called underground organization was nothing more than a game for ants.

Jessica's eyes turned cold.

She glanced at Fox, her tone carrying an undeniable air of dominance:

"The Truth Society? Sounds intimidating. Since they want to die, let's grant their wish. Let's wipe them out."

Fox's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, followed by a surge of elation. She knew that once her master and Miss Jessica decided to intervene, that so-called "Truth Society" was destined to vanish from the world. They were doomed!

"Yes!"

Fox nodded immediately, knowing his master's strength and that the threat posed by the Truth Society was indeed nothing to worry about.

She immediately stood up, pulled up all the information about the "Truth Society," and projected it holographically into the air in front of the three people.

"The headquarters of the 'Truth Society' was located in an abandoned church in Queens!"

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263: The Truth Society! Demigods!

"Their leader calls himself a 'prophet,' and he has twelve so-called 'disciples' as his core leadership. This is their specific location, personnel composition, and activity patterns..."

Fox immediately informed Lin Feng and Jessica of all the intelligence, down to the smallest detail.

Lin Feng glanced at it and then lost interest.

Jessica watched very carefully, her fingertips lightly tracing across the holographic screen, and she sneered:

"A bunch of pretentious charlatans. Tomorrow, we'll show them what real 'truth' really is."

After a brief discussion, the action plan was finalized.

Tomorrow, they will personally take action to completely destroy the "Truth Society," which dared to provoke the Assassin's Guild.

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Meanwhile, in Queens.

Inside an abandoned church forgotten by time, however, lies a completely different scene.

The spires of the Gothic building cast menacing shadows under the moonlight.

The stained glass was long since shattered, leaving only twisted lead strips whistling in the wind.

Inside the church, the places where the icons and pews used to be were cleared out and replaced with a huge circular stone platform.

Around the stone platform, twelve stone statues of different shapes replaced the saints.

Their postures are either ferocious or mysterious, exuding a chilling aura of evil.

This is the headquarters of the Truth Society, the new overlord of New York's underworld.

At this moment, a dozen or so figures were standing around the stone platform.

They were the core of the "Truth Society," the twelve "disciples" who called themselves "prophet"

Sitting in the very center of the stone platform, on the only throne made of bones and obsidian, was not their leader, the "Prophet."

Instead, he was a gaunt old man who looked unremarkable.

The old man's eyes were closed, and a dark red cloth strip covered his eyelids, clearly indicating that he was blind.

He wore a simple gray martial arts uniform and held a short stick made of strange white wood in his hand. He was like a silent rock, yet he exuded an aura of profound depth and imposing grandeur.

He is the behind-the-scenes leader of the "Truth Society," the most senior and unfathomably powerful figure—the Stick Elder.

"The League of Assassins... Hmph, a bunch of rats hiding in the shadows, relying on Stark Industries' funding, they dare to steal food from our 'Truth Society', they're really courting death!"

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He was as burly as a bear, with bulging muscles all over his body.

The burly man, his face covered in scars, spoke in a deep, gruff voice, his tone filled with violence and disdain.

He was one of the twelve disciples, known as the "Tyrant," and a representative of the radical faction.

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He slammed his fist on the stone table in front of him, causing pebbles to fall in a shower.

"The tyrant is right!"

Another voluptuous woman with a hot figure, revealing clothes, and nails painted with a highly toxic color, known as "Black Widow," chuckled.

“They occupy the most lucrative territory in Manhattan, and their monthly income is several times that of us. Instead of holding meetings here, I'd rather lead my men straight over there, twist the head off that woman called ‘Firefox,’ and their territory and money will naturally be ours.”

"No!"

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and scholarly, more like a university professor, immediately voiced his objection.

He was the "wise one" among the disciples and the leader of the conservatives.

....superior.

264: War, Destruction!

He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold, eerie light.

"Gentlemen, we know far too little about the League of Assassins. Their ability to integrate most of New York's assassin organizations in such a short time must be backed by a powerful force unknown to us. Stark Industries is merely their apparent financial backer, but we know nothing about their military composition or high-level combat capabilities. Their leader, 'Fire Fox,' intelligence indicates she was once a top assassin in the '097' assassin brotherhood, and her strength should not be underestimated. If we rashly start a war, even if we win, it will inevitably be a pyrrhic victory, a loss that outweighs the gains."

"Wise man, you're always so timid and afraid of trouble!"

The tyrant glared at the bull and roared.

"Power is the greatest source of our 'Truth Society'! The 'Prophet' has bestowed upon us power far exceeding that of ordinary people. With the twelve disciples joining forces, who in New York can stand in our way? We can simply crush a mere League of Assassins!"

"A fool's courage!"

The wise man refuted him without backing down.

"Do you think this is a street brawl? This is a war in the underworld! One move can have far-reaching consequences. Stark Industries, S.H.I.E.L.D., even the Avengers—are you sure they won't get involved? Our goal, the 'Truth Society,' is to establish a new underground order, not to act rashly and put ourselves in opposition to everyone!"

"you……"

"enough."

Just as the two sides were locked in a heated argument and the atmosphere was tense, the old man with the stick on the throne finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse and aged, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

Yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Just two words were enough to silence the entire church instantly.

Both the tyrant and the wise man fell silent, bowed their heads respectfully, and dared not utter another word.

In the Truth Society, the "prophet" is a totem of faith.

The old man with the stick is the embodiment of power, a respected teacher and mentor.

The old man's eyes, covered by a cloth strip, seemed to see right through people's hearts.

He looked at the two sides arguing and slowly said:

"The wise man's concerns are valid. The rise of the League of Assassins has been too rapid, yet its foundations are unusually solid. The tyrant's confidence is also valid. Our strength is indeed sufficient to meet any challenge in New York."

He paused, then lightly tapped the short white wooden stick on the stone ground, producing a crisp "thud" that seemed to strike the heart of everyone present...

"War is the last resort. Our goal is annexation, not destruction."

A complete and orderly assassin alliance is more valuable than ruins.

A deep, unfathomable smile curled at the corner of the stick-wielding old man's mouth.

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. But before we take action, we might as well try to gain the greatest benefit with the least cost."

He turned to a disciple beside him who was as silent as a shadow.

The man was completely shrouded in a black robe, with only a pair of emotionless eyes visible.

"Night Owl".

"Yes." The man in black bowed.

"You go in my place, 3.7, and meet with the people from the Assassin's Guild."

"That's what the old man with the stick said."