Chapter 1387


    Phil lounged on the couch, idly ying with a cat by his side.


    He was teasing the cat with a dried fish, amusement twinkling in his eyes.


    But the cat suddenly shed its ws, scratching lines across the back of Phil''s hand.


    He frowned, tossed away the dried fish, and the cat quickly went after it.


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    Philip sat on the opposite end of the sofa, deep in thought.


    He used to think he had everything under control, but now he felt like the reins were slipping from his


    grasp.


    His phone was ringing off the hook—it was the calls from the people in the bombed mansion.


    The core members were just injured, but some of the new recruits in training had died.


    It wasn''t enough to knock Phelps down, but it was certainly a blot on his reputation.


    His phone buzzed again.


    "Mr. K, 002 is dead."


    002''s Achilles tendon had been cut, and couldn''t run like the others.


    So, when the bomb dropped, she was the first to go.


    003 wasn''t much better off. She had lost half her life in a prior gambit where she''d deliberately let a


    target escape to aid Maja''s mission and had been punished for that.


    But thankfully, Phelps didn''t want her die. This evening, she was severely injured due to the disability.


    Now, everyone had scattered, settling down elsewhere.


    But the news of the trouble had already spread within the organization.


    "Mr. K, the elders are contacting to me, asking about tonight''s events."


    BK was a vast organization, from 002 to 009—each a potential sessor for leadership.


    And Phelps had them all in his grasp.


    He rubbed his temples, "What did they say?"


    "They demand you provide an exnation."


    K''s position in BK was supreme, but beneath him, there were ten elders held sway.


    Most of the leaders were Phelps’ people, but there were always one or two making troubles for him.


    As soon as something went wrong by his side, these two would jump out.


    They even used him of secretly preventing the search for the Holy Daughter, because he wanted to


    be BK''s ultimate leader.


    Phelps'' prestige within the organization was such that most dismissed these two as stubborn old fools.


    However, these two old diehards couldn''t be killed—they were among the world''s five top-tier


    hypnotists. Among the five, Phelps was one, the Holy Daughter another, and these two old men—that


    made up four.


    If these two were gone, Phil himself would have to stay at BK to train the next generation in the art of


    hypnotism, which he clearly didn’t have the time for.


    Although they opposed him, they were extremely professional when it came to training neers.


    They had even coached Phil in the past, and that was part of the reason they''d kept around.


    And now they were challenging Phil again, dredging up the past.


    "Didn’t the Holy Daughter bring him back all those years ago? He owes her; and now that she''s gone,


    but he''s been consolidating his power within BK. He has ulterior motives."


    "The leader''s seat is always the Holy Daughter''s. As long as she doesn''t return, K has no right to im


    the title!"


    Phelps was growing tired of these usations.


    As he sat there, he pondered why that ce had been targeted.


    Phil, sitting opposite him, nced at his scratched hand.


    "Should we send someone to check out the underground fight club?"


    "Not necessary for now. Ian''s fight club might be chaotic, but there''s a system within the chaos. He''s


    just bombed the ce; the guards are now on high alert. If we go snooping around, we''ll only expose


    us more."


    "So what do we do?"


    A sly smile curved Philip''s lips as he carelessly pushed away the cating up for affection.


    "Don''t forget, Patric is still by Ian''s side. Eric may be loyal to Ian, but Patric—that’s a different story."