Church Headquarters of Divine Country.
"It must be the Blood Clan! It must be them! Only those despicable dark creatures would do such a thing!"
"Yes! It must be them! And that An Yiqing, it must be them!"
In the Council Hall, the core members of the Church gathered around the table, looking somewhat disheveled with their faces blackened by thick smoke. At this moment, they were filled with righteous indignation, eager to annihilate the Blood Clan.
"Your Holiness the Pope, we must seek revenge! This is simply a disgrace to the Church!"
"Yes! Expose them through the media! Let them become the rat on the street!"
The Pope sat silently at the head of the table for a long time, his eyes falling on a man in the distance.
"Carlos, what is your opinion?"
The noise subsided, and everyone turned to look at Carlos, some with mockery, others with dissatisfaction. Carlos lifted his head, scanning the faces before him.
