บท 819: The Faction Pulling the Strings

"A silver mask? That must be of a higher rank than the black-masked man I met! It seems that the higher-ups value Big Brother much more than me! It makes me envious! The emissary would give me a bottle of pills every time. I wonder what other good things did he give to you other than pills?" Yun Chujiu asked with an envious look.

Ever since the old man had joined that organization, no one had been told about this secret. It felt like if a person had made a fortune but had no one to show it off to. It would inevitably be uncomfortable to be the only one who knew of the secret for such a long time.