The Harken continued reading through the scroll with widened eyes. After some time, it finally let out a long sigh, “The Coalition of Alkebulan Underworlds rarely has contact with foreign underworlds. That said, they’d never pass up the opportunity to interact with one of the four top underworlds. Like I said, it was an open secret that each of the Eight Great Clans have their own private sources of wealth. For instance, the Aisin-Gioro Clan capitalizes on the shared borders we have with our Russian Underworld neighbours. However, Hell has always chosen to turn a blind eye to these forays, so long as they remained within certain limits. Who would’ve thought that the old Zhu Clan’s tall ambitions would actually take them as far as the Alkebulan nations…”

It sighed deeply. Treason? Far be it from that. At best, this can only be considered tax evasion. Who knows just what kind of mountainous wealth of Yin spirit stones each of these clans had accumulated through such large-scale smuggling activity? If the old Hell would just probe deeper, their investigations would easily uncover a massive syndicate involving a multitude of corrupt civil servants, ranging from the most insignificant of border agents, right up to governors and high officials. In fact, the Zhu Clan probably had so much influence that they probably even had the Abyssal prefects of the Pearl River region answering to them.

“What are you looking at?” After sighing a few times, the Harken finally turned back to Qin Ye, only to realize that Qin Ye had been silent all this while as he continued to stare intently at the scroll.

That’s not right…...