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This was a pitch-black hall.
Although there was no light whatsoever, the shadows of three women could still be seen reflected on the black marble floor.
The three of them wore Fei Huang cheongsams of black, blue, and red colors, respectively, their faces veiled, leaving only their pale chins and crimson lips exposed.
They were the minions of Yasla, but they were much more formidable than those strangely shaped and deformed offspring.
At this moment, they sat restrained in the center of the hall—the woman in the black cheongsam cold as ice, the woman in the red cheongsam trembling incessantly, while the woman in the blue cheongsam gritted her teeth in anger.
The hall was very quiet, but the three women were well aware that they were not the only ones in the room.
Some time ago, Yasla had suffered a significant loss in Opportunity City; their stronghold in the Deep Anchor District had been slaughtered by an unknown force, and the perpetrator had yet to be found.
