Masks in New York?

The conversation between Gascogne and Brand.

It was fated to remain unknown to Du Wei—their exchange ended quickly.

And if.

If Du Wei knew.

Well, that would be quite the laugh.

Just think about how dire the consequences were last time someone said something similar.

...

The next day.

Every member of the Vanity Sect exited the massive square building.

As their leader, Alfaria.

He looked at everyone, his voice devoid of any emotion, "Ladies and gentlemen, should nothing unexpected occur, our next gathering should be two years from now, in April."

"During this period, the missions previously set must proceed smoothly."

"Whatever means you use, by the time we meet again on Lake Heart Island, I expect to see more items related to the Demon God."

"If progress is smooth, the sacrificial ceremony will also take place at that time."

The others nodded dispassionately.

Then, Alfaria turned his gaze to Du Wei.