On the morning of the disciplinary tribune's day.
Chloe Stephens emerged from the Divinity Temple.
In the darkness, she saw a crimson dot.
The person in the darkness immersed themselves in their thoughts.
The footsteps did not make any noise for a while, Len Hawthorne snuffed out the yet-to-be-lit cigarette in his hand.
As Chloe looked back, she saw a momentary flash of cold sharpness in his eyes, but it quickly faded, and he returned to his usual expression, "Can we go now?"
Chloe nodded, walked to his side, and asked, "If this Punitive Expedition Conference leads to the disbandment of your Slaughter Squad, what would you do?"
Len Hawthorne fell silent for a moment and then replied, "The Slaughter Squad has accumulated too much resentment in the ancient martial world. It's hard to say. There's nothing constant and unchanging. Everything has its peak and decline. Faced with such a situation, all we can do is stay true to ourselves."
Perhaps they have fulfilled their duties.