Where did the problem arise?
He silently drank tea, staring at the office before him, his expression gradually turning icy. Behind the desk, Zhu Lu's expression immediately became rigid.
When the cracking sound echoed, his body involuntarily trembled slightly, drenched in sweat.
For how many years, had he not seen Mr. Han in such a discomposed state?
Before he could open his mouth, he heard Han Hui's soft sigh:
"Fengzuo is dead."
On the shelf in the office, a decoration silently cracked and crumbled, sending out its final lament, bringing ominous news from afar.
The entire setup in West Sea, completely annihilated!
Zhu Lu's vision immediately darkened. Even though he had little contact with Meng Fengzuo, upon hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a sway of his emotions, unable to suppress it.
Unexpectedly... did we actually lose?
Using all his strength, he restrained himself to utter this sentence.
