Chen Lun squinted his eyes when he saw the image of the three-headed serpent disappear.
'A supernatural creature from ancient history... To such a degree of borrowing the past, this is the power of a high-ranking member of the History and Ritual Association.'
He stood in place, silent for several seconds before turning around.
Chen Lun walked up to the assassins of the Murder Club, and from the dark cross-shaped holes of his face armor, came his deliberately deepened voice:
"You have all worked hard; this operation ends here."
The seventeen assassins, after a bout of fighting, had no casualties and were only slightly weary. They smiled, bowed respectfully to Chen Lun, and said:
"You're too kind, sir, it was but a small effort..."
"Should you need us again, you can call upon us anytime, and we will definitely come."
Chen Lun nodded his head.
At that moment, a leading assassin presented the spoils of war they had collected in advance, in a wooden box to Chen Lun.