With the addition of the seven captain candidates, the team’s strength increased, making everyone feel more at ease.

Having overcome the initial crisis, coupled with a few effective counterattacks, the situation, which was on the brink of collapse, was forcibly stabilized and even showed signs of improvement.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian and the others were making preparations.

On the Ghost Masters’ website, the intelligence about last night’s confrontation between the King Organization and the headquarters’ captains was intentionally spread. Such news in the supernatural circle once again caught everyone’s attention, leading to a barrage of discussions.

“Waking up to big news again: last night the King Organization moved again, attempting to hunt down the heads of the headquarters en masse. Their plot was uncovered, stopped by the headquarters’ captains, resulting in heavy casualties and even the loss of three Kings. Such a loss is a complete defeat.”

“Haha, it’s hilarious. Is the King Organization this weak? First, one King was hunted, and then in one action three more died. As expected, the King Organization initially got a slight advantage through ambush, but now that the headquarters has responded, the King Organization can’t withstand the action.”

“Within two or three days, the King Organization’s losses are so severe. I think they are bound to lose this war.”

The wind of public opinion in the supernatural circle changed. With the deliberate leakage of true intelligence, many believed the King Organization was just externally strong but internally weak and not a match for the headquarters’ captains. Quite a few people publicly announced their withdrawal from the King Organization, and some expressed their willingness to join the headquarters in opposing the King Organization.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly unfavorable, some intelligence personnel of the King Organization also intentionally leaked some information online.

“Though the King Organization suffered losses, the headquarters also faced considerable losses. Li Jun was perished by a King, and Cao Yang narrowly escaped death but had issues and had to retire, now completely missing, his life or death unknown. Many heads were successfully hunted. The captains of the headquarters are not as strong as you think. Calculated carefully, both sides suffered similar losses, and the King Organization still has a strong foundation, remaining strong. Even with the loss of a few Kings, they still have the upper hand. If the fight continues, the headquarters’ captains can’t afford it.”

But such words evidently lacked convincing power.

Ghost Masters are not foolish and have understood domestic supernatural circle changes through their respective channels, not easily fooled by a few words.

However, a few notable figures online refrained from commenting this time, perhaps due to a lack of attention or fear of getting involved in the uncertain situation.

No matter how the supernatural circle changed now.

Yang Jian’s preparations would not be lacking all the same.

At this moment.

An important person came to Ning’an Building in Dadong City.

Ye Zhen from Dahai City’s supernatural forum had arrived.

The captains of the headquarters were quite concerned about Ye Zhen’s arrival, as he was the first external reinforcer invited, and many captains were curious about Ye Zhen. Although much was known through intelligence, a face-to-face interaction hadn’t occurred, so they wanted to meet him.

“Yang Jian, as agreed, I, Ye, have arrived.” Ye Zhen’s voice was loud, his tone flamboyant as he stepped out of the elevator into the floor that didn’t belong to reality.

At the conference table sat several captains, all eyes turning to him simultaneously.

“Ye Zhen, you’re very punctual. I thought you’d arrive much later. Introduce yourself; I’m Lu Zhiwen, one of the captains of the headquarters,” Lu Zhiwen said in his hoarse voice.

“Lu Zhiwen? Never heard of you, and don’t get it wrong, I didn’t come here genuinely wishing to collaborate with you. It’s entirely because Yang Wudi personally invited me that I reluctantly agreed to come and help.” Ye Zhen glanced around, his gaze finally resting on Wang Chaling.

“Xiao Wang, your hat is so ugly. Wearing it makes you look like a bumpkin. Did fighting with me last time stress you out so much you went insane and need a hat for security?”

Wang Chaling’s face darkened: “Ye Zhen, you should be serious. This matter isn’t as simple as a fight.”

“I’m always serious. I understand your stress. Surviving a fight with someone like me is indeed difficult, leaving some trauma in the heart unavoidable.”

Ye Zhen nodded, oddly comforting Wang Chaling, then continued, “As for the King Organization, to me, Ye, it’s nothing at all, just a group of marked men. If encountered, just crush them without holding back. But I almost forgot, you’re not like me; maybe, even trying hard, you can’t defeat them. No worries, everything is on me now. If you face an unbeatable enemy, just call out loud, and I’ll show you what a true master is like.”

His words carried an inexplicable confidence.

After all, with his lifelong rival Yang Wudi on his side, Ye Zhen saw no more strong enemies in the supernatural circle.

“Were you always like this, or is it recent?” Lin Bei asked, touching his bald head.

Though it’s known that most Ghost Masters might be somewhat abnormal, Ye Zhen is exceptionally rare.

“Anyone who can’t even keep their hair is a mediocre person undeserving to speak with me, Ye.” Ye Zhen snorted, ignoring Lin Bei’s question.

He then asked, “Where’s Yang Jian? Where has he gone, why isn’t he here?”

“He was here earlier, but left for a while, but it doesn’t affect our alliance now.”

Lu Zhiwen earnestly said, “Yang Jian should have informed you of this operation. Though you’re an external reinforcer, I hope you act primarily under the headquarters’ direction, and don’t act recklessly. Nobody wants to see any mishaps.”

Ye Zhen sneered, “I, Ye, don’t care about any operation or plan. I came at Yang Wudi’s invitation, not yours, no need to cooperate. But you can rest assured, since I’m here, I’ll make you understand the benefits of Yang Jian inviting me. Three of them, I will find a chance to eliminate three Kings from the King Organization during this period.”

“Killing three Kings? That confidence is over-the-top.” Lin Bei chuckled.

“Three is already humble. I’ve always said, if Yang Wudi and I join forces, we can sweep the entire supernatural circle. A few Kings mean nothing. If they don’t join forces and fight one-on-one, not even more would suffice for me, Ye, to kill.”

“Are you already so scared of the other party? If you have no confidence, why stay in the supernatural circle at all? Go home early and sell rice noodles, I’ll have my brothers look after your business.”

“…” The other captains fell silent.

They felt drained conversing with Ye Zhen, seeing no way to have a normal exchange, wondering what method Yang Jian used to deal with him.

“You continue, I have to pick someone up.” Suddenly, He Yiner put down her phone and stood up.

“Has the Ghost Master from Taiping Ancient Town arrived?” Leuk San asked calmly.

He Yiner glanced at him, not bothering to respond. She held a grudge against Leuk San; although she couldn’t seek vengeance now, she treated him like an enemy, giving him no kindness.

Soon.

He Yiner left, but indeed to pick someone up—the Faceless Person from Taiping Ancient Town, one of the few older-generation Ghost Masters. But Boss Liu didn’t appear, having been injured in an attack last time and needing to manage the reconstruction of Taiping Ancient Town, preventing him from coming.

As external reinforcements arrived in succession, the headquarters’ strength gradually reached its peak.

But currently, Yang Jian wasn’t paying attention to this, seizing the last bit of leisure to study the Supernatural Pendulum Clock at the Wang Family’s ancestral home.

The Supernatural Pendulum Clock, capable of resetting for half an hour, had a significant influence. Used well, it could change many things. Yang Jian didn’t want to use the pendulum’s supernatural power passively; he hoped to actively master and use the item skillfully. If successful, this would certainly become another trump card for Yang Jian.

However, nobody anticipated that amidst the calm evening sea, accompanied by spreading thin fog, an old, abandoned ship was slowly drifting towards the coastal city.

The ship was deathly silent, harboring countless indescribable eerie phenomena, from walls constantly bleeding to hurried footsteps and enchanting singing voices. Moreover, the desolate deck harboring ghostly figures moving around.

Clearly, it was a ship full of supernatural occurrences.

And driven by unknown forces, the ship unwaveringly advanced in one direction.

But this was not the crucial point. The crucial point was that the ship was now very close to the shoreline.

If the ship didn’t slow or change direction, it would make landfall tonight.