Two weeks later, one morning, Fourth Squadron meeting room.
All the core members of the Fourth Squadron were present for this meeting, and the agenda had only one item: assassinating the State Preceptor of Yin Country. Everyone sat quietly, with straight backs, eyes fixed on the electronic big screen ahead as Lan Xing explained seriously while typing on the keyboard: "Gentlemen, according to intelligence reports compiled by relevant departments, we've finally identified this individual as the State Preceptor." When in work mode, Lan Xing showed none of his usual quirky character.
On the electronic screen appeared a person dressed like a Lama, looking kindly and wise, a typical high monk image. Yet, everyone avoided judging by appearance and instead engraved the person's facial features deeply in their minds. Luo Zheng also studied the individual calmly, asking skeptically, "This person does have a certain appearance that could deceive many followers. Not simple. Where is he now?"
