"Well, it hardly matters. This lad won't be so arrogant when he's dead. Our plan's flawless, and I'm sure we'll be able to kill him on the day of his opening ceremony," Li Mo promised.

"Naturally. What we'll need to consider is how to deal with what happens afterwards. Although the world federation likely won't investigate his death in much detail, we had better be careful."

"I've sent a batch of shapeshifting potions to both of you," Wang Han said, his eyes narrowing as he imagined Zhang Lie's pitiful death.

The three men smiled at each other.

In another part of the capital, two middle-aged men were sitting in a pavilion as they played a game of go.

"Head, you've received an invitation from Ning." Two guards proffered two microchips to their respective clan heads.

Chu Lin and Yun Long glanced at their respective microchips and found them to be identical invitations from Zhang Lie. After looking over their contents, they turned to each other.

"Apparently, the other three are sending...