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Chapter 732 - 710:

Chapter 732: Chapter 710:

Italy, Rome Pantheon.

The return of Morris angered the Old Madam beyond measure. She fumed and hysterically roared, "Damn Ye Chen, damn Heavenly Reversal Gang, how dare they harm the people of our Church Court! How dare they take over the mafia!"

The Old Madam was livid; she gnashed her teeth and roared as Morris knelt before her, the scars on her abdomen still visibly clear. Tears flowed as she complained about Ye Chen’s cruelty and informed the Old Madam that her own strength wasn’t a match for Ye Chen’s, which is why she had been deceived and suffered this loss. Biting her red lips, Morris said, "Ye Chen almost took my life! If I hadn’t run fast, you might never have seen me again!"

"Don’t worry, I will have someone continue dealing with Ye Chen!" the Old Madam snorted coldly.

"Let... let the Red Clothes Great Master do it!" Morris quickly suggested. This way, she could kill two birds with one stone. With Ye Chen’s strength, it was uncertain whether the Red Clothes Great Master or Ye Chen would win. If the Red Clothes Great Master died, she could smoothly take her position. If Ye Chen died, she could also avenge that previous encounter.

"No!" the Old Madam immediately shook her head, saying, "She has other tasks to handle. Leave this mission to Brofei. With her involved, I believe the task will be swiftly accomplished!"

"Brofei’s strength isn’t even as good as mine!" Morris was taken aback.

"Hmph, Brofei’s strength appears inferior to yours because you know her too well!" The Old Madam smiled faintly and said, "If you didn’t know about her secret weapon, do you think you could defeat her?"

Thinking of Brofei’s secret weapon, Morris felt a chill of fear. Brofei, a Holy Daughter at the Italy Pantheon and also a member of an ancient Italian bloodline, had something called a "silkworm" in her body, an entity that Brofei could silently attach to others. If it wasn’t dealt with within a minute, once the silkworm entered someone’s body, that person’s life would be completely controlled by Brofei.

"Indeed!" Morris hurriedly nodded. If she hadn’t known about Brofei’s secret weapon since childhood, she probably wouldn’t have been able to defeat her. Once that thing entered the body, although her own strength wouldn’t immediately succumb, she would need to expend a great deal of energy to suppress it, which would distract her and decrease her power.

"Go and inform Brofei to come see me!" the Old Madam turned and sat down.

"Yes!" Morris nodded.

Soon, a tall, glamorous woman who looked like a noble young woman walked in, dressed in a long white robe. The woman entered the room and respectfully said, "Grandmother..."

"Brofei, have you arrived?" the Old Madam glanced at her.

"Yes!" Brofei was a girl of few words. Her personality was cold, typical of a frigid woman. The Old Madam smiled and said, "Sit down, I have a mission for you today."

"Yes!" Brofei nodded and then sat down properly. This cold, seductive woman was completely different from Morris; however, they were best friends. Raised together from a young age by the Old Madam, one was passionate and the other cold as ice; one unrestrained, the other gentle in demeanor — completely different yet very close.

The Old Madam looked at Brofei, then said, "You know about Ye Chen, right?"

"Yes!" Brofei was a woman of few words, keeping some things hidden deep within her heart, only revealing them if you asked. Otherwise, she could hide them for a very long time. The Old Madam nodded and stated, "Good, your mission is to kill this person. Any questions?"

"Did Morris fail?" asked Brofei, puzzled.

"Yes, she did!" the Old Madam nodded, then looked earnestly at Brofei and asked, "Do you have the confidence to defeat him?"

"I’ll try my best!" Brofei nodded her head, not displaying the confident arrogance of Morris nor the hesitance of Shaw. This pleased the Old Madam most; such composure was exactly what she appreciated. A woman who knew what she needed and what she had to sacrifice. Her heart weighed everything like a scale.

"Go, I await your good news!" the Old Madam smiled.

"Yes!" Brofei nodded.

...

In Russia, within Moscow’s Red Square, a tall silhouette stood enjoying the beautiful scenery, clad in a black cloak and deeply piercing eyes that gave the onlooker a sense of profound depth. The Clan Leader of the Chaikefu family, his supernatural ability derived from those eerie eyes of his — typical Belarusian, his brown eyes like many Russians, reminiscent of a lizard’s and captivating at a glance.

"Clan Leader, a letter from the Doomsday Family!" a man wearing black gloves hurriedly approached.

"Yes!" the man turned, took the letter from his hand, and opened it to reveal a line of Russian text. After reading, he conjured a flame in his hand and burned the letter to ashes. With a light smile, he said, "Does that guy really think he can fool the Church Court?"