"I..."
Ye Mingtian almost coughed up blood, Chu Qingxue's remark was too damaging, it lingered in Ye Mingtian's mind like a haunting melody.
"Hurry, check out what exactly is going on, where is Sikong Zhairiyue!"
Ye Mingtian took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Bang!"
He gently tapped his hand on the table, and a terrifying scene immediately emerged. Fine spider-web-like cracks began to spread from the center of the dining table outward.
"Crack..."
The plates and wine glasses on the table, as if corroded by the elements for a thousand years, shattered with a light touch and instantly turned into powder...
Meanwhile, Xi Dazhuang and the others rushed to the rooftop, only to find no sign of anyone, except for a conspicuous USB drive placed there.
"What is this situation?" Xi Dazhuang was instantly stunned.
...
"Where am I? I vaguely remember being hit by a brick..."
After a while, Sikong Zhairiyue slowly woke up, his head felt heavy like lead, with bouts of pain.
