Larkin Davenport carefully opened the envelope.
He belonged to the Undead Tribe, with the leader being the Emperor.
At least before Han Caldwell decided to establish his own faction, their ancestor of the Undead Tribe was the Emperor.
The Emperor's warriors held high positions and power, far beyond what a small figure like him could offend.
Now that the warrior had personally arrived, Larkin felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
After reading the content of the letter, his eyes widened in shock.
"Mr. Caldwell has been captured?"
The letter was in Han Caldwell's handwriting.
For Julius Reed, this wasn't difficult; having lived for many years, he would often mimic others' handwriting out of boredom.
The words he wrote were very similar, hard to distinguish with the naked eye.
Plus, the content of the letter was so overwhelming that it left Larkin completely stunned.
He had no mind to consider how much of the handwriting was real and how much was fake.
