The faces of the five elders all looked solemn.
"You don't need to worry about this matter, Mr. Bertram." The old man replied calmly.
"In fact, we, the Freemasons, don't want to see the five major families fail." Bertram continued with a smile, "I will devote myself to developing a magical genetic elixir, which may be able to contribute to your strategy."
"Well, who gave these divine genetic pills?" The old man's eyes flashed, and he mentioned the secret research on super soldiers originating from the land of America.
