After he finished speaking, the person beside him immediately reported, with a slightly hoarse magnetic voice: "I've contacted three Tier Two Divine Chosen..."
The third person pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light: "I only have one here, 'Thousand Mechanism Poison Hand' Elder Mo, a master of poison, Tier Two Peak."
The last person spoke succinctly: "Two. Shade, skilled in intelligence and assassination. Berserker Lion, a Power-type Grandmaster, Tier Two Peak, bloodthirsty but obedient."
He Manhe listened quietly and took another sip of her drink.
The room fell into a brief silence.
Only the faint "crack" of ice melting could be heard.
"Still not enough..."
He Manhe finally turned around, her face expressionless, her gaze sweeping over the four kneeling individuals, carrying a scrutinizing pressure, "The quality is acceptable, but the quantity is far too lacking. With these few people, it's barely enough to clear the periphery."
