"Don't be fooled just because everything seems to be going our way. The smoother things go, the more abnormal it usually is. Song Luyao's subordinates are far from incompetent."
"Do you mean this could be another one of Song Luyao's plots?" The middle-aged man was horrified, his back instantly drenched in sweat.
"Hmph. That's certainly a possibility. For now, we'll just wait and see. Let those insignificant clowns have their moment," the old man said calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.
"You are right, Father. I'll go keep an eye on our men, lest they give us away." The middle-aged man accepted the order respectfully and left the secret chamber.
It had been three days since Song Lutong and the others left. Under the firm hand of the Law Enforcement Team, an air of harmony settled over the clan. Even if a few troublemakers popped up, they didn't dare to do anything too obvious, resorting only to petty, insignificant schemes behind the scenes.
