A person dressed in all black stepped forward and handed a letter to Morsan, then spoke to him.

A letter?

Morsan contemplated it as typically, only those close to him would use the method of writing letters to contact him.

When communicating with people within the organization, they tended to use a secured language.

But when contacting relatives outside, since those relatives hadn't undergone strict training, they had not shared the secured language with others.

Even the relatives they were closest to had not been told.

Thus, those relatives on the outside would only use letters to reach out to them.

And upon learning that someone had written him a letter, Morsan immediately began to ponder in his mind.

Who had written this letter to him?

Was it his brother, Morse?

It shouldn't be, right?

After all, Morse had only written to him a few days ago; it made no sense for him to write another in such a short period.

Then... who had written the letter?

With curiosity mounting, Morsan opened the letter and as he did so, his expression turned serious.

He saw who the letter was from.

His own brother.

And since his brother had already written to him a few days ago, another letter now implied that his brother must be in some kind of trouble.

Otherwise, his brother wouldn't have written two letters in just a few days.

Morsan glanced at the content of the letter and as expected,

his brother was indeed in trouble.

The person causing trouble for his brother was named Wang Ye.

"Idiot!"

Morsan cursed out loud, but the idiot he scolded was not Wang Ye, but his own brother, Morse.

Always causing unnecessary issues for himself.

He had already stirred up trouble before, and this time, the adversary was a Third Grade Martial Warrior.

Although this Third Grade Martial Warrior had only just been promoted, based on his extensive experience as a long-standing S-rank Assassin, Morsan could take care of him.

But Morsan didn't want to offend other Third Grade Martial Warriors if he could avoid it.

Who knew what kind of people stood behind a Third Grade Martial Warrior?

Morsan spoke in a dark tone to the black-clothed man who had just entered, "Tell him to get lost! Don't bother me with these trivial matters."

Just because Morse was displeased, he was expected to deal with a Third Grade Martial Warrior?

He would have to be foolish to do so.

"Yes."

The man in black received the message and was about to leave when another man, also in black, came in.

However, unlike the first man, this one's black clothes were embroidered with a half black wing.

Although it was only embroidery, the craftsmanship, angles, and technique were so formidable that the mere sight of it instilled a sense of terror in onlookers.

"Boss, the people we sent to deal with Li Ying have all been taken care of," one of the men in black reported.

Even the man in black who had just received the message stopped in his tracks upon hearing these words.

The expressions on the faces of everyone present were ones of shock.

Incredible.

All the people sent to kill Li Ying had been taken care of?

How was that possible?

Keep in mind that those who went to assassinate Li Ying were all extremely powerful, some of them even being A-rank Assassins.

And it was not just one.

But several.

From a certain perspective, an A-rank Assassin was equivalent to a Fourth Grade Martial Warrior in Dragon Country.

Yet they had all been taken care of?

It must be a mistake!

Although there was no visible reaction from the people present, their ears were all pricked up.

They wanted to hear what exactly had happened.

Upon hearing this, Morsan's expression turned dark instantly.

Just before, Morsan's brother Morse had tried to cause trouble for him, and this had already made Morsan somewhat uncomfortable.

Now, learning that so many of his people had failed to ambush Li Ying, who aside from her hacking skills didn't seem to have many other significant skills, made Morsan even more displeased.

"They've failed?"

Morsan's voice was filled with a chilling coldness as he approached the man in black who had brought the news, reaching out with a large hand towards the man's head.

Morsan's hand was large, like a fan, and with just his palm, he completely covered the man in black's head.

As Morsan squeezed the man's head, his voice grew somewhat ferocious as he asked, "Why did they fail? Was it my fault in the planning, that so many of them, attacking a woman with no particular strength, could all fail?"

As he spoke these words, Morsan felt a furious desire to drag those people out of hell and give them a harsh lesson.

The man in black reporting the situation could feel Morsan's large hand on his head, and his own skull seemed to deform slightly under the pressure.

The pain was so intense that the man in black felt like he might faint at any moment.

Clenching his teeth and with an expression of fear on his face, his body stiffened as he spoke with a trembling voice:

"It was... because she was rescued by a Third Grade Martial Warrior, who took care of all our people."

A Third Grade Martial Warrior!

Morsan's eyes narrowed in an instant.

He had just read in a letter from his brother about a Third Grade Martial Warrior, and now another one had appeared?

Was Dragon Country suddenly producing Third Grade Martial Warriors in abundance?

"Have you figured out the identity of that Third Grade Martial Warrior?" As the Third Grade Martial Warrior had twice now put Morsan in a foul mood, his voice became even colder when he spoke.

"We have found out,"

the man in black said with a trembling voice: "He is Li Ying's junior disciple, his name is... his name is..."

The man in black thought for a moment before finally saying the name: "Wang Ye!"

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