Zero seemed like a decent scapegoat.
At the right moment,
he considered using the night he'd already branded to convey false information to Zero, then letting the other party snatch away the flesh he had prepared in advance, throwing it out to attract Long's attention, and washing away his suspicions of having devoured the Saint and left behind traces of death.
It was just that the timing was hard to control.
If mishandled, it could expose him instead.
Brian shook his head as he looked at his own spreading spiritual imprint chains on the collective consciousness of the night, spreading like a contagious disease.
He couldn't rush this matter.
His top priority was to use the night to help coordinate the trifles with the new NW organization and the Rebirth Sect before he dealt with Long.
Brian's thoughts moved.
The collective consciousness of the night split in two.
