Just as the Great Qing was fully immersed in an upbeat atmosphere of consolidating its hard-won victories and pushing forward with all its might, with prosperity blossoming everywhere like flowers in spring, a dangerous undercurrent began to stir deep within the endless darkness. It moved with a chilling, stealthy persistence—slow, yet immensely threatening. Though the Mysterious Organization had previously suffered a devastating, near-fatal blow that left its vitality severely sapped and its strength drastically reduced, the fire of vengeance within its remnants had not been extinguished. Instead, like molten magma churning beneath the earth’s crust, it simmered in the dark abyss, waiting for the right moment to erupt and unleash a new wave of chaos.
These remnants moved like ghosts, quietly hiding in the obscure and remote corners of the vast Great Qing territories. Drawing upon the wealth they had accumulated over the years and their intricate, deeply entrenched networks of connections, they acted as hunters in the shadows, secretly and methodically recruiting new members. They harbored unrealistic fantasies, hoping to piece together a new force of evil capable of stirring up trouble in the world once more, dreaming of a comeback that was nothing more than a bubble.
Having learned from their previous catastrophic failures, the remnants had undergone a radical change in their methods, becoming increasingly cautious and cunning. They knew full well that after the recent ev…
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