Bad Luck

Since the main room in the Red Brigade base was being used, the rest of the elders had gathered in one of the dining rooms. They were sitting at a round table with tea in front of each of them, but it had hardly been touched as the conversations hadn't died down since the interrogation had started.

"I don't understand why we are wasting our time!" Elder Targress said. His whole face was shaking as he slammed the table in the same spot over and over again. "There are no other white-haired ones among the Clan, nor among anyone of significance. Only those with no names! We should just get rid of them all, including the kid! It's too high of a risk for that to happen to the rest of our disciples! Especially if they are from the Demonic faction!"