He more or less understood now.

As expected, Quentin Green hurriedly followed at his side and continued, “After Longlin Forty-Five completed the assassination of the leader of the C-rank force Qinglei Sect, he is now available.

Once Longlin Sixty-Two extracts detailed information about the Lord of Pegasus Mountain, Longlin Forty-Five will look for an opportunity to act and help Longlin Seventy take the position of Lord of Pegasus Mountain.

Although Pegasus Mountain is a C-rank force, it has unique methods in land transportation and message delivery. If used well, it may yield unexpected results.”

Whether it’s the Azure Dragon Seven Lodges, the Eighteen Dragon Claws, or the One Hundred and Eight Dragon Scales, each group has its own talents.

They can complete tasks independently, or cooperate under the coordination of higher-level leaders.

Just like now: Longlin Sixty-Two, skilled in interrogation and torture.

Longlin Forty-Five, formidable in combat and an expert in assassination.

The two work together with Longlin Seventy, who has already infiltrated Pegasus Mountain and risen to a high position, to bring Pegasus Mountain completely under control.

Once successful, Pegasus Mountain will, like Ganlu Manor, become another outstretched arm of the Demonic Sect probing into the Central Plains.

That girl wasn’t wrong.

My subordinates really are everywhere, stirring up bloody storms… Logan Brooks complained inwardly.

Continuing forward, Quentin Green opened the door to a stone chamber and respectfully invited his sect master inside.

Inside the stone chamber, a young man was reading a book.

When he saw Logan Brooks enter, the young man was momentarily stunned.

He quickly turned and knelt in greeting to Logan Brooks.

“Subordinate Longlin Ninety-Seven pays respects to the Sect Master. May the Sect Master enjoy eternal peace!”

Logan Brooks entered the stone chamber and sat down. “At ease.”

The young man stood respectfully in front of him alongside Quentin Green.

Logan Brooks tapped the scroll the young man had just been reading with his finger, without opening it. “What are you reading?”

“Reporting to the Sect Master, it’s the personal file of the illegitimate son of the Second Lord of Windfire Valley, a B-rank force,” the young man replied respectfully.

To get close to the target, or perhaps…

Logan Brooks pondered inwardly, his expression remaining as calm as ever, saying nothing himself.

The more you say, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

He sat quietly, waiting for the report to come voluntarily.

Sure enough, the young man said, “Please rest assured, Sect Master. I have memorized everything recorded in the dossier. Even if I talk in my sleep, I won’t make a mistake.

I’ve lived with him for nearly half a year. I can imitate all his habits and little quirks.

Even his mediocre martial arts skills—I’ve already mastered them.”

“As for physical disguise, we’ve made thorough preparations,” Quentin Green added with a smile. “Although it’s not as miraculous as the First Seat’s ever-changing divine arts and relies on a human-skin mask, the mask was crafted by me personally. Not to mention the Second Lord of Windfire Valley hasn’t seen his illegitimate son for six years—even someone who lives with him day and night wouldn’t be able to see through it.”

So the plan is to replace and impersonate that person… Logan Brooks realized.

The real one had long since fallen into the Demonic Sect’s hands and was imprisoned.

At this moment, Quentin Green handed over a box. When opened, it revealed a lifelike human-face mask.

Logan Brooks looked at it, marveling inwardly.

It’s just like the real thing…

Wait!

Suddenly, a bad suspicion arose in his mind, and he almost lost his composure.

Forcing himself to maintain a calm expression, Logan Brooks casually asked, “I’ve always trusted your skill in making human-skin masks. Did you use the same method this time?”

Quentin Green replied confidently, “Yes, Sect Master. After Longlin Sixty-Two and Ninety-Seven extracted everything that kid knew, I personally took care of him, leaving his face behind to serve the great cause of our sect one last time.”

The Demonic Sect, truly is the Demonic Sect… Logan Brooks screamed inwardly.

He steadied his mind, his face showing no emotion, and gave a noncommittal “Mm” as he opened the scroll at his side.

The first things that caught his eye were the person’s name and birth details, followed by physical features, personality quirks, martial arts background, family relations, and other basic information.

The next hundred pages or so recorded all sorts of experiences from this person’s past.

Many entries were so detailed as to note what was said to whom, and what was eaten, on a particular day at a particular place.

Much of the content might have been confessed by the person himself.

Or perhaps there were specialists secretly observing and recording.

But such detail was still astonishing.

Some records might have started as early as the previous Demonic Sect Master’s reign.

With such detailed and abundant intelligence support, many operations, when actually carried out, often went smoothly and effortlessly.

The shadow of the Demonic Sect continued to encroach upon the Divine Land.

Logan Brooks looked at the respectfully standing Caleb Green and the young Longlin Ninety-Seven before him, then thought of Long Claw Eleven Wan Hesong keeping watch above ground, and secretly twitched the corner of his mouth.

No matter how you look at it, this is a textbook group of villains!

How does that saying go again?

Behind the bloody storms of the Divine Land, there is an invisible dark force stirring up trouble!

There is an unseen hand manipulating everything from behind the scenes!

A mastermind behind the curtain!

But…

I seem to be the master of this mastermind… Logan Brooks thought, both amused and exasperated.

At the very least, my subordinates should try to look a little more presentable.