The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 417

"What do they mean by 'no real impact or benefit to the modern world'? We capture malevolent ghosts and suppress demons. Aren't we protecting ordinary people?"

Madison sighed, pulling out a stack of documents. "They didn't bring these up back in the conference room, probably to avoid embarrassing us. But as we were leaving, they handed them to me." Liam took one of the files and opened it. Immediately, his face flushed red.

Michael also took a file and barely flipped through a few pages before letting out a cold laugh. "I expected this. It's just that no one has dealt with it before."

The other Mystic Arts Alliance members also grabbed the files to take a look.

"This..."

Madison explained, "This is only from first- and second-tier cities. There's no data for the third- and fourth-tier cities yet."

The documents detailed incidents where people had scammed, defrauded, and even murdered under the pretense of the Mystic Arts Alliance.

Case after case was clearly documented, leaving no room for denial. Some incidents even occurred in well-known monasteries.

caught soliciting prostitution and photographed in

on the internet. The files even included screenshots of online comments

monasteries still existed in the modern world. Others scoffed at those that had been reduced to tourist attractions, urging them to drop any mystical pretenses and simply embrace their

mocking comments and shameful cases, the Mystic Arts Alliance members were left

Arts Alliance's name for personal gain and that there were bad apples within their own ranks. However, they had never

such

of the damage those people had caused to the Mystic Arts Alliance's reputation. In

Mystic Arts Alliance. They're saying it's because the general public won't accept us. They're also concerned that if the Mystic Arts Alliance

trailed off, but everyone understood the implications

all this. His inability to resolve these problems drove him to relinquish his role as the Mystic Arts Alliance's leader and pass it on to Madison. "These bastards! All they do is drag the Mystic

us,

old days, such

make the mistakes, and we bear

now? The