Somewhere in the world, at the headquarters of the Truth Society.
In a room over fifty meters long and ten meters high, dozens of bronze lamp posts quietly burned as usual, emitting a dim light.
At the center of the room, behind a smooth bone table resembling ivory, sat a man wearing a Seven-Colored Ring. On the surface of the bone table lay numerous documents that the man was browsing one by one.
After browsing for a while, with a "creak," a small door on the room's wall opened, and a plump figure quickly stepped in.
The man sitting behind the bone table sensed this, put down the documents he was browsing, and lightly lifted his head to look at the figure who entered.
"Gorlov, what's the matter?" the man asked.
