Mr. Hunter's "wonderful reply" made Mason unable to let go for the whole night. He was annoyed that his carefully crafted probe was easily dismissed.

It's like when you prepare a surprise birthday gift for a friend and they just respond with a cold "oh".

This is no longer about the facts, but about your attitude!

At three o'clock in the morning, Mason, who was getting angrier the more he thought about it, took out another piece of paper and started writing a second letter to Mr. Hunter.

This time, it was not a work report, but a request for supplies.

And this time, it was even more explicit.

Not only did he no longer maintain the humble attitude of a subordinate in his writing, but his attitude when demanding support for supplies was also extremely rude and arrogant.

Mason intended to treat this as a second probe.

While trying to take advantage of his evil boss, he also wanted to see how far Mr. Hunter could tolerate the K Squad.

If she really is an ally, then his unusual demands should be met to some extent. If she isn't, then he could send the execution team and sell some favor to the Justice League.

He wouldn't lose either way!

With this in mind, Mason sealed the envelope with wax again and activated the Gate of the World with evil intentions, summoning a messenger to deliver it.

Then, with a sense of relief, he drank a bottle of tonic and continued his work.

Speaking of which, Mason had already mastered most of the potions recorded in Old K's alchemy notes and Hogwarts' Potion Handbook. The remaining ones were all very complicated and difficult to prepare.

Although this knowledge could last for a while, Mason felt that he should be prepared for the future.

Perhaps at the upcoming Star Castle Trading Fair, he should also find a way to gather some advanced alchemy formulas.

And the trading fair seemed to be held every three months, which sounded quite frequent.

But how should he put it?

Given the current situation, Mason felt that whether the K Squad could stay in the Star Castle for three months was uncertain. He might even have a strong urge to "switch sides" before the next trading fair.

So he must seize this opportunity!

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Mason sent the letter in the early morning, intending to tease Mr. Hunter and express his dissatisfaction. However, he didn't know that his "evil boss" hadn't slept at all!

The reason for not sleeping was not because Ms. Hunter was a workaholic or enjoyed staying up late for cultivation. As a lady, she also paid great attention to skincare and rarely stayed up late.

It was just a special situation today.

After being summoned by her, the other two senior mentors of the Star Castle didn't take long to return to the castle. The three giants gathered in the top hall of this majestic and ancient castle with its complex spatial structure, opening a discussion and meeting.

There was only one topic for the meeting.

It was about the unexpected major losses suffered in Mason's base world and the elusive trace of a traitor during the process.

Since it was Ms. Hunter who called the meeting, she naturally presided over it.

"The B-level members of the Star Castle total less than four hundred. It was just one reckless action that caused us to lose one-fifteenth of our members, especially at this critical moment!"...

In the dimly lit hall, Ms. Hunter, disguised as a man, rudely said to her two colleagues sitting in the darkness:

"The annihilation of the four advanced exploration squads means the risk of losing control over four important vassal worlds. Even if we reschedule now, it may be too late. It may even result in the loss of four important stronghold worlds.

I'm not blaming anyone.

But someone must take responsibility for this!"

"What do you mean?"

Another woman's voice came from the darkness, filled with impatience and annoyance. She directly asked:

"Why don't you make it clearer! Who do you want to hold responsible for this?"

"Whoever's subordinate made the stupid mistake should naturally take responsibility," Ms. Hunter spread her hands and said in her hoarse male voice with an indifferent tone:

"So, the most important question is, which one of us do those four completely wiped out squads belong to?"

"You bastard!"

The irritable woman stood up abruptly.

In the darkness, the boiling magical power converged and formed an ever-expanding long sword. Ms. Hunter, also unafraid, coldly smiled as she gripped the hilt of her exquisite battle knife at her waist.

Seeing that the exploring and fighting mentors were about to clash, the logistics mentor, who had been silent in the darkness, shook his head helplessly.

In a cold and impatient tone, he reprimanded:

"Swordsman, sit down!"

"Hmph!"

The reprimanded swordswoman seemed to be wary of her gloomy colleague beside her and reluctantly sat back down.She let out a dissatisfied snort, dispelling the magic and sat back in her chair. She thought she didn't back down, but in reality, she did.

The scene satisfied Lady Hunter, who nodded and continued, "Don't blame me for making you bear the losses, Swordsman. It was a decision made by the three of us to suspend all activities in that super dangerous A-level world and only maintain the lowest level of observation and cooperation with collaborators.

If I remember correctly, that was what happened to you two years ago when you ventured into it and got your ribs broken by Superman from Krypton.

But now, you have voluntarily violated the rules you set."

"You said it was two years ago," the Swordsman complained, looking at the Swordsman with his legs crossed.

"I am not the same as before... Well, I admit, it was my idea to send my four direct sub-teams on an adventure in that world, called the 'Contamination Tactics' plan.

I didn't have much confidence in their victory.

I have also instructed the four team leaders to retreat if things go wrong.

The main purpose was to lure out the three giants of the Justice League so that I could take care of them when they gathered. That's why this plan is called 'The Day of Arrival.'

I even prepared a device that could instantly cross parallel worlds and arrive in full state.

But unfortunately, those idiots and losers were defeated too quickly, and their complete defeat has prevented me from knowing the reason for the failure.

Hunter!

You said you obtained some information?

How did you get it?

The magicians in that world sealed their space after the failure of the 'Day of Arrival.' I couldn't go there without triggering it."

The Swordsman, who had a bad temper and didn't like to think properly, but had a straightforward personality and wouldn't hide his failures, satisfied Lady Hunter with his honest "apology" attitude.

She despised those cowards who clearly failed but still found various reasons and excuses to evade responsibility.

Now that things have been revealed, she no longer concealed anything and took out the crumpled work report, saying to her two colleagues:

"My source of information was also accidental. If you haven't forgotten, I sent one of my direct sub-teams to that world for routine patrol a month ago.

Its name is Team K.

But there were some embarrassing issues.

Team K went through an unplanned captain iteration, and the new captain happened to be a native of that world and had some personal connections with Batman, one of the founders of the Justice League.

In this failed 'Day of Arrival' operation, he was involved and almost witnessed the defeat of those idiots throughout the process.

He wrote a detailed mission report that allowed me to see the problems."

Lady Hunter handed the report to the Swordsman.

The report was, of course, incomplete, only capturing the part about the encounter between the Hydra Squad and Team K, but it was enough to explain the reason for the mission's failure.

After a few seconds of silence, the Swordsman sneered and said, "I knew it! That guy Sandstorm, who was so eager to squeeze into the A-level Twelve-Person Council, would eventually cause trouble for me with his abilities that don't match his ambition.

If it weren't for the fact that he was once a servant soldier I picked up with my own hands, I would have... forget it. Based on the information we have collected, Batman is indeed a formidable opponent.

It's no wonder that my team fell into an ambush and was led into a trap.

After all, even I couldn't have imagined that the leader of the notorious villain organization that has always been at odds with the Justice League is Batman's lover and has given birth to his son.

This is too outrageous!"

"That's not surprising," said the Logistics Grand Master "Warlock," who had been silent all along, in a cold tone.

"If you could spend more time reading the exploration logs of the A-level worlds by the Starry Sky Association, you would find that in countless parallel universes where the concept of 'Batman' exists, the temporal and spatial anomalies with this code name are not easy opponents.

Although their identities and backgrounds are different, and the world environments they are in are also different, they all have common characteristics or 'superpowers' in common and are always fully prepared for possible disasters.

And for some indeterminate reason, all Batmans are very wealthy and know how to convert wealth into combat power.

Therefore, in my opinion, the most troublesome target in that super dangerous A-level world is not Superman from Krypton, but the ordinary person in the Justice League.

The man who stands side by side with the most powerful individuals in the world and even leads them with the power and identity of an ordinary person.

Batman!

A real trouble!

That world is not suitable for personnel below A-level to operate in until he is dealt with...."Seal it."

Mr. Sorcerer sighed and suggested:

"After this 'Impact' ends, we can hand it over to the A-level Twelve-Person Council for evaluation and decision on the disposal plan for that world, provided it can still exist... Of course, with the existence of an individual like Kryptonian Superman who defies common sense, its survival is a high probability."

"I agree!"

Lady Swordsman immediately nodded, and Lady Hunter had no objections.

She convened this meeting to protect Team K from exposure, and she was quite satisfied with the current outcome.

Once the three leaders nodded, the matter was settled.

But Lady Hunter's topic was not over yet, she said to the Swordsman sitting in the darkness:

"Your habit of only looking at half of things is terrible, finish reading the report I gave you."

"Huh?"

Lady Swordsman looked back at the briefing in her hand with surprise. A few seconds later, she exclaimed:

"What? That idiot Sandstorm is still alive? I thought he had been sacrificed to the Dark Stars too. Or was it your Team K's captain who helped him escape from the Justice League's pursuit?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to say!"

Lady Hunter crossed her arms and said to the Swordsman with dissatisfaction:

"Your subordinate is a terrible person! He took advantage of my subordinates being new and not knowing the rules, and dismissed such a favor with just two blueprints.

Even in the declining Star Council, such behavior of risking exposure to actively rescue comrades should be rewarded!

But Sandstorm is so ignorant!

What do you think we should do?

Swordsman, I advise you to answer carefully, because after seeing my subordinates being treated like this, I'm really angry!"

"Uh..."

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Lady Hunter's protective questioning made the Swordsman lose her momentum.

She complained in her heart that useless trash always caused trouble for her, and hesitated for a few seconds before saying to her colleague:

"I will make up for what he owes,

You can pass it on to Team K as a reward for their rescue. Is that okay?"

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Lady Hunter snorted and said sarcastically:

"As the saying goes, when you hit a dog, you have to look at its owner. Since you are sensible, I won't pursue it further. But I'm curious, didn't Sandstorm contact you immediately after he escaped from the trap and returned to his base world?"

"No."

The Swordsman's voice also became gloomy.

She said:

"Not only did he not report the results of the operation, but he also unilaterally cut off contact with the Star Council, making me mistakenly believe that the Hydra Squad had been wiped out.

I learned about the failure of the Advent Day plan from the cancellation notices of other squads.

What the hell is he trying to do?"

At this moment, Lady Hunter looked up, her gaze met with the silent Sorcerer in the darkness, and both of them fell into thought. After a few seconds, the gloomy Sorcerer said in a low voice:

"There's suspicion of defection! No doubt.

Even the failure itself is questionable... If we attribute everything to his stupidity, it would be too unfair to his B-level status and the explorations he has experienced in the past...

I remember, this member called Sandstorm comes from an A-level world occupied by the Cleanser Legion? We have carried out large-scale pollution tactics there, he may harbor dissatisfaction with the Star Council in his heart."

"So, should we notify the execution team to take action?"

Lady Hunter asked:

"Or should we ask the 'Cleansers' to do it?

After all, the resource recovery system of Sandstorm's base world is already well established, and it has entered the late stage of recovery. Whether he is there to help and supervise is not a big issue.

With the 'Impact' approaching, we don't have time to go through the cumbersome internal inquiry process.

He has actively cut off contact with the Swordsman.

This has already shown his attitude.

What I mean is, perhaps at this time of unrest, we need to kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

Someone must be held responsible for such a brutal failure. Considering the Swordsman's status, I think it might be better for Sandstorm to take the blame.

He is already a shameful loser.

Just consider it as making use of waste, what do you think?"

"I'll do it myself!"

The Swordsman had no objections but gritted her teeth and said:

"He is the servant army I brought up myself, even if such a scandal has happened, I hope to..."

"You have your mission!"

The Sorcerer said coldly:

"Don't make trouble, just do as the Hunter says, notify the execution team to take action!

Bring back Sandstorm's head before the Impact arrives! The truth doesn't matter anymore, at this critical moment, it's indeed time to give a warning to those senior members who have other ideas.

The Star Council can certainly tolerate betrayal.

The premise is, they have to be able to pay the price!""I actually have a better idea."

Mr. Hunter chuckled softly, whispering:

"The Execution Squad has its own world to take care of, and the Six-Headed Serpent Squad is down to just one man, Sandstorm. It's a bit of a waste to mobilize such a large force for him.

I'll arrange for my people to take care of him.

Of course, after Sandstorm's death, his base world should be awarded to my people as a reward. You have no objections, right?"

"What about Team K?"

Sir Sorcerer asked with interest:

"That's a newly formed team, Hunter. They haven't even undergone a single pioneering mission. Isn't it a bit too much to send them against a B-level personnel?"

"You're sending your people to their deaths!"

The Swordsman was more direct:

"Your sick sense of humor is acting up again, Hunter. You really should reconsider how you treat your direct subordinates. They're not disposable goods for you to use at will."

"So what?"

Ms. Hunter sneered:

"You all know me. I'm a person who values efficiency and power. I don't need weaklings and cowards under my command. If they fail, it only proves that they're not strong enough. If they die, it only proves that they're nothing more than that.

Losers are not worth my energy.

That's it.

As for how I get along with my people, you two should mind your own business!"

With that, she coldly nodded to her two colleagues, waved her hand, and disappeared through a silver light curtain, leaving the two bosses in the dark to mourn for the unfortunate Team K.

May their sacrifice please the dark stars and illuminate the path for their comrades.

When Ms. Hunter returned to her room, she unsurprisingly found the second letter from Mason. She opened it and glanced at it. After reading Mason's bold request for supplies, Ms. Hunter chuckled meaningfully.

"You want a reward? Sure. Come on, little Mason, let me see if you can create another miracle. If you can make it back alive, I'll admit...

You're the new 'Old K'."

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