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Pierce Lennon's fingers tapped rhythmically on the office desk, one-two-three-four.

He remained silent, looking at the team before him that had failed once again. He was very disappointed.

Disappointed, with a hint of anger.

Every day in the Moer Sect, Rising Sun provided financial sponsorship, yet they were met with unprofessional responses as a repayment for the funds.

"Do you think Rising Sun is a sucker, just letting you all slack off?"

Finally, Pierce spoke. In front of him were the team leaders from the Moer Sect that he had been assigned, minor leaders themselves.

"No. 32, I said that we must see a living person or a corpse, and now you're telling me you can find neither?"

Pierce thought the answer was ludicrous.

With the strength of the Moer Sect, wouldn't it be possible for them to find someone even if they had to dig three feet into the ground?

One of the Moer Sect members finally spoke. He had taken No. 32's place after his disappearance.