Manchester, in a dark basement, Pan La and the chubby Yi Ge stood nervously before a high platform where a person enveloped in a black robe sat, exuding an ice-cold demeanor that sent shivers down the spine.
"Pan La, you have disappointed me greatly, you should know the consequences of that notebook being leaked."
The elder's voice was ice-cold, deep and chilling with a deterring force.
"Pan La knows he was wrong, I am willing to accept the Sect Hierarch's punishment," Pan La said as he and Yi Ge knelt in front of the robed figure.
"Forget about the punishment for now, let Lin Chen be, The Dark Alliance has already extended its reach to Country T, we absolutely cannot let them disrupt our plans," the robed figure spoke coldly.
Pan La huffed, "Hierarch, rest assured, we have been entrenched in Country T for decades, deeply rooted in both the underworld and legitimate circles, dreaming if they think they can stir trouble here."