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Chapter 930: Chapter 930: The New Head Director
Even through the screen.
The top Shadow Warriors in the meeting room could feel the aura.
The video was brief but incredibly clear.
Top-notch recording equipment was standard for Deep Cold.
So much so that every detail of Charmy Kims’s assassination was captured in the video.
Silence.
Everyone bowed their heads, lost in thought.
The room, filled with dozens of people, was so quiet that only breathing could be heard.
"Very strong, if I fought him, I might not win,"
Black Wolf said lightly.
But those words shocked the higher-ups of Deep Cold.
In the past, arrogance was synonymous with Black Wolf.
Before today, he had only spoken of the Marshal in such a way.
For others, Black Wolf would usually say, "I can kill him."
"His abilities are very strong, but he’s not scary."
The Marshal looked around with a grave expression and said, "What’s scary is that he keeps getting stronger."
"Exactly!"
One senior executive, resting his chin in his hand, looked at the large screen: "The people we initially sent weren’t very strong, yet they managed to pose quite a threat. Later, Maurice Springs, the Three-Armed Underworld King, and others, surprisingly, were no match for him."
At the mention of the Three-Armed Underworld King, many glanced at the empty seat beside the Marshal.
That was the seat of the Chief General.
It should have been occupied by the veteran War God of Deep Cold, the Three-Armed Underworld King.
But long ago, he had died.
Along with Maurice Springs.
Murdered on the river!
Since then, the seat had remained vacant.
The position of Chief General had also remained unfilled.
Although many coveted that spot, without the Marshal speaking, no one dared to entertain the thought.
"This is not what’s terrifying."
Hearing the senior official’s words, the Marshal shook his head: "For a genius, half a year is enough time to improve. After all, we didn’t take this young man seriously at the beginning."
"Indeed, at first, we thought our elite members could handle it. But to think that several Chiefs..."
They fell silent there.
Several Chiefs had died in the East.
This was the greatest loss Deep Cold had suffered since its establishment!
"If you had seen this, you wouldn’t be surprised by the deaths of several of our chiefs."
The Marshal raised his hand, and the screen behind him began playing the video again.
It was the first video of Hades’s failed ambush on Julius Reed, where both parties were injured.
Then the second video followed.
Hades’s spear plunged into the water, only to be killed by Julius Reed on the lake’s surface.
"Less than half a month apart."
The Marshal spoke impassively, "Half a month ago, Hades could fight Julius Reed to a standstill. But after half a month, facing an exhausted opponent, Hades was killed outright!"
Silence.
For a full three minutes.
Then someone asked, "Hades is dead?"
They didn’t have much impression of Charmy Kims, but Hades was etched in their memories!
Within Deep Cold, Hades was among the top in combat power.
Even Black Wolf couldn’t command him.
Only the Marshal could suppress him!
Years ago, when a crime boss hovered over Deep Cold’s headquarters in a helicopter.
Hades, without a word, threw his spear, destroying the helicopter midair.
Leaving only wreckage on the ground.
After that, in the face of retaliation, Hades killed his way to the enemy’s base alone.
Leaving no stone unturned.
And yet, could such a powerful figure truly have died at the hands of Julius Reed?
In this world, who else could kill this young man?
Currently, maybe only the Marshal himself could do it.
But the Marshal hadn’t made a move in decades.
Would he make an exception this time?
"The death of Hades is my oversight,"
the Marshal bowed his head as everyone observed a three-minute silence.
After three minutes, he spoke slowly, "Black Wolf, I need to send someone to the East, and your South Border must ensure that I can send this person secretly."
"No problem,"
Black Wolf leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "Who might that be? Could it be you’re entering the fray?"
"It’s the new Supreme Leader of Deep Cold," said the Marshal, causing a huge stir in the conference room.
Supreme Leader?"
Ever since the death of the Three-Armed Underworld King, the position of Deep Cold’s Supreme Leader had remained vacant.
During this period, many were speculating.
Who, indeed, would be the next to sit in the Supreme Leader’s seat?
Now that the Marshal suddenly brought it up, everyone was very surprised.
Is it the divisional leader?"
Someone asked out loud.
According to the rules, the Supreme Leader is usually promoted by the divisional leader.
But inside Deep Cold, there had been no whispers of such a move.
Today, the Marshal parachuted into headquarters and directly announced such news.
It made everyone inevitably wonder.
After all, there were just a few candidates for the Supreme Leader position.
Who would it be?
Even Black Wolf couldn’t help but look towards the Marshal.
This significant piece of news had, surprisingly, not reached him, the second-in-command of Deep Cold.
"There’s no need to guess anymore,"
the Marshal said indifferently, "The East Asian Ninja Master, Shirley!"
"Shirley?"
They were very familiar with this name.
In East Asia, where Ninjutsu was revered, Shirley was among the elite.
"Why would Shirley join our Deep Cold?"
Some asked, puzzled.
In East Asia, Shirley was a legend.
The faith of many ninjas.
Would such an impressive figure really deign to become the Supreme Leader of Deep Cold?
Of course, the position of Supreme Leader was already quite dazzling.
But in their eyes, it still seemed unworthy of her.
"Mr. Shirley and we have a common enemy,"
the Marshal stated flatly. "But now countless eyes are all watching the East, not just us in Deep Cold, but also the Starlight Group, Shadow Gate... And Amadeus Fairbanks’ Willson Pavilion is a major obstacle!"
"They stand in the East, blocking any formidable individual from passing smoothly. And once a strong person enters the territory, Julius Reed will receive the intelligence immediately. Hades is one example."
Mentioning Hades, the Marshal’s expression turned somewhat grim.
That was his favored warrior!
He made a bloody path to the capital and arrived successfully.
But his location was exposed, losing the element of surprise.
"Regardless, the Supreme Leader in Deep Cold wields considerable power! Apart from the Marshal and Black Wolf, the Supreme Leader can mobilize tens of thousands of Shadow Warriors. To hand it over to an outsider..."
The higher-ups of Deep Cold had some concerns.
With high status comes great power, but an outsider remains an outsider.
"No matter, since it’s a partnership, we need to show sincerity,"
the Marshal raised a hand to stop the higher-up’s speech, "Next, Black Wolf will escort Master Shirley into the southern territory, and we must avoid the eyes of Willson Pavilion!"
"No problem,"
Black Wolf nodded.
It was somewhat difficult, but not by much.
After all, Shirley was strong enough on her own.
"But where is Master Shirley?" 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
A deputy leader voiced the inquiry.
"She is right in this very room!"
With the Marshal’s declaration, a chill went down everyone’s spine.
They scanned the area, but Shirley was nowhere to be seen.
"Marshal, are you teasing us?"
Someone could not help but ask.
There was only them, the Deep Cold higher-ups in the conference room – no outsiders.
"Master Shirley, please have some tea!"
Swish!
Black Wolf picked up a teacup from in front of him, and with a swift motion, he threw it towards the seat once occupied by the Three-Armed Underworld King!
Crack!
The teacup hung suspended in midair, tilting slowly.
And the tea inside it vanished.
"Delicious tea!"
The next moment,
a white-haired old man appeared in the Three-Armed Underworld King’s chair, holding the teacup with a chuckle.
