And the Scythe Family was not even qualified enough to enter the core. To put it bluntly, they were just weapons. The Saint Sect could destroy him within minutes.
"Master Saint, It is our great honor to have you at Maklou. It's a little misunderstanding, please forgive me!" Pogba wiped his sweat. Although he did not really torture Lear, but Lear apparently also suffered quite a bit.
Lear glanced at Pogba faintly. "Who else knows of my identity?"
"Besides me, there is only one middle-level officer." Pogba felt a chill. It was not that he did not think about murder, but the thought was just a flash. No one dared to go against the Saint Sect. They were like a God, an omniscient existence. Pogba was also a wily old fox who would definitely measure his risks.
"Handle him, I don't want anyone to know about it."
"Son of Saint, please be rest assured. I have let him rest in peace. I do not know what Master Saint came to Maklou for, is there anything I can do for you?" Pogba said with the smile. He was also considered ruthless, but silencing through killing was common, and it was the same even for their own people. It was not that Pogba wanted to destroy the balance of Maklou. He was enjoying his life, and not offending both sides. However when the Saint Sect came to him, he simply could not refuse. If he refused, to the Saint Sect, at most they would kill him and find an obedient one. Instead of that, he would rather be the one alive.
"The first step is to immediately investigate everyone, find people who are similar to me, kill them immediately!" Lear said.