"What is it?"
Julius Reed sensed there was a hidden meaning in Rian Harris's words.
Such phrasing definitely meant he had discovered something.
"Do you know..." Rian Harris pointed to the mark on his own forehead, gritting his teeth as he said, "Do you know what this is?"
"A wound?" Julius Reed was a bit unsure, "Or is this the real reason why you're hurt?"
"It is indeed a wound, and it was inflicted by a sharp weapon!" Rian Harris pointed at the injury, his hands clenched tightly into fists, "This spot was injured by a sharp weapon. And I know the owner of that weapon, I'm familiar with them."
"Who?" Julius Reed understood.
Rian Harris was awakened from his slumber back then, believing it was a natural disaster, but in fact, it was a man-made calamity.
And it seemed he was killed by someone he knew.
