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

“Send them a letter. Tell them that the ‘Truth Society’ appreciates their abilities and is willing to give them a chance.”

“An opportunity to...surrender.”

The old man's tone was calm, but his words revealed his domineering nature and ambition.

.....

265: The White Queen is furious!

This caused a surge of emotion in all the disciples present.

"Yes, Master."

Night Owl obeyed the order, and with a flash, he disappeared into the night outside the church like a wisp of smoke.

The old man sat motionless, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

What he wanted was not just "discourse power" in the assassin industry, but the entire New York underworld.

The Assassin's Guild was merely the first stumbling block, and also the first stepping stone, in his grand plan.

First, try diplomacy; then resort to force. If the other party is sensible and submits, then you can save yourself a lot of trouble.

　06 If the other party doesn't appreciate the gesture...

That would be a perfect way to use their blood to proclaim to all of New York that the era of the Truth Society had arrived.

……

The next morning.

The headquarters of the Assassin's Guild, in that converted old textile factory, was already bustling with activity.

Each member performed their assigned task, with intelligence analysts operating rapidly in front of holographic screens.

Equipment maintenance personnel were debugging various high-tech weapons, while the sound of fists and feet cutting through the air could be heard from the training ground.

Everything seemed well-organized and full of energy.

In his top-floor office, Fox was dealing with a mountain of documents.

As the de facto manager of the alliance, she is extremely busy every day.

"Knock knock knock."

"Come in," Fox said without looking up.

A capable-looking member of the alliance strode in, his expression somewhat strange:

"Chief, someone has delivered a letter downstairs, specifically requesting that you open it yourself. The person who delivered it... is very strange."

"strangeness?"

Fox looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, he claimed to be from the 'Truth Society,' left the letter, and left. Our surveillance system... didn't capture how he came in or how he left at all."

The subordinate's tone carried a hint of surprise.

It's worth noting that, with Stark's technical support, the security system here is so sophisticated that even a fly can't get in.

Fox's eyes sharpened instantly.

The Truth Society.

This organization, which has been giving them a major headache lately, actually has the ability to infiltrate their headquarters core area silently.

This is no longer a provocation, but a blatant demonstration.

She took the letter. The envelope was made of old parchment, sealed with sealing wax, and printed with a strange eye pattern.

Fox tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

With just one glance, her beautiful face instantly turned frosty.

Immediately, an uncontrollable rage erupted from her azure eyes!

"Bastard thing!"

She slammed her hand on the table, leaving a clear handprint on the sturdy alloy surface.

The subordinates in the office were startled and didn't dare to breathe.

The letter contained little content, but it was filled with condescending arrogance and an unquestionable command.

The letter began by "praising" the achievements of the League of Assassins.

Then, changing the subject, he pointed out that New York's underworld doesn't need two voices.

They, the "Truth Society," are willing to give the League of Assassins a "decent" opportunity to integrate.

And this so-called "opportunity" is actually a showdown.

Both sides fielded their strongest forces for a best-of-three series.

This is a very basic way of competing: the winner takes all!

.....

266: Firefox is dumbfounded!

The victor will become the sole ruler of New York's underworld, controlling everything.

The losers, on the other hand, must submit unconditionally, surrendering all their territory, people, and wealth, becoming vassals of the victors.

What arrogance! What audacity!

Fox was trembling with rage.

Her anger stemmed not only from the Truth Society's elephant-devouring ambitions.

They were further enraged by the other party's attitude of treating them as if they were already theirs.

They are the Assassin's Guild! A force personally established by their god-like master!

How dare this mere underground organization, which appeared out of nowhere, presume to demand their submission?

This was the funniest, and also the dumbest, joke she had ever heard.

But after the initial anger subsided, Fox felt more mockery and pity for the Truth Society.

They had no idea what a terrifying entity they were provoking.

They had no idea how ridiculous their so-called "best of three" was in front of their own master.

"What a bunch of...idiots who are courting death."

Fox chuckled softly as he crumpled the letter into a ball.

She was well aware of her master Lin Feng's strength.

Don't even mention a "Truth Society".

Even if all the underground organizations in the world were combined, they would be nothing more than dust that could be wiped out with a wave of the hand in front of their master.

The Truth Society's actions are not a challenge to the League of Assassins, but a challenge to a god.

"Chief, we..."

the subordinate asked cautiously.

"Summon all high-ranking officials and prepare for war!"

Fox initially instinctively wanted to give the order, but she stopped herself when the words were on the tip of her tongue.

No, this matter is beyond her control.

She had to report to her master immediately.

Thinking of this, Fox took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and his eyes regained their calm and sharpness.

She picked up the communicator and quickly connected to Jessica's line.

“Miss Jessica, I have urgent business and need to see my master immediately.”

……

Half an hour later, Fox arrived at the apartment where Lin Feng and Jessica were in a hurry.

At this moment, Lin Feng was watching Jessica busy in the kitchen with great interest.

This is Jessica Jones, who is decisive and efficient outside and can make the entire League of Assassins tremble with fear.

But at this moment she is wearing a cute apron.

I awkwardly studied the recipes, trying to make a decent breakfast.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her earnest profile.

The air was filled with the smell of slightly burnt fried eggs and the aroma of coffee, a truly lively atmosphere.

This peaceful and warm atmosphere was shattered the moment Fox pushed open the door and entered.

“Master, Miss Jessica.”

Fox bowed respectfully, but the solemnity on his face was unmistakable.

"Fox? Why the rush? What happened?"

Jessica turned off the stove, wiped her hands, and came out of the kitchen.

Lin Feng remained lounging on the sofa, seemingly indifferent to everything.

"Please take a look."

Fox didn't waste any more words and directly reopened the letter she had already written.

The letter, still covered in creases, was presented with both hands.

"Um?!"

After reading the letter, Jessica was filled with murderous intent.

.....

267: The Truth Society! The Hand of God!

Those already sharp eyes were instantly filled with a chilling murderous aura.

It felt as if two invisible icicles were about to freeze and pierce the air in front of us.

"boom!"

An invisible yet real and terrifying aura suddenly erupted from her center.

That wasn't the killing intent that ordinary masters exuded.

Rather, it is an absolute suppressive force originating from the level of life itself.

It was as if a sleeping ancient beast had been completely enraged, opening its blood-red eyes that were ready to devour its prey.

The temperature in the entire penthouse apartment dropped by more than ten degrees under this aura.

The air felt like thick glue, heavy and oppressive; 097 made it hard to breathe.

On the expensive solid wood floor, a layer of white frost was even visible to the naked eye.

It spread rapidly outwards from Jessica as the center.

Fox, standing to the side, was the first to feel this oppressive force, which felt almost tangible.

She felt as if she had instantly fallen into an ice cave that had stood for millennia.

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, even slowing down the flow of my blood.

Her breathing became incredibly difficult, and her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping.

Is this... Miss Jessica's true power?

Fox was utterly horrified.

She always knew Jessica was very strong and was the person her master trusted most.