"That one was assassinated by Utopia."
Looking at the message sent on his phone, Lin Hao sat in the study, his face tired but unable to sleep.
He wanted to know an answer, even a strong intuition arising inexplicably from his heart.
"Young master, you should rest."
Outside the door, Uncle Liu's voice came.
Because of the assassination, the entire Yun Gang seemed like it had experienced an earthquake, entering an emergency state of readiness.
Even the secret realm, which was temporarily unlocked, was closed again, and everyone present was driven away for investigation and questioning.
"I'll sleep in a while, Uncle Liu."
Lin Hao resisted his fatigue and said, there was a moment of silence outside, and the elderly figure finally walked away slowly.
The study returned to silence, with the carved windows showing a star-studded sky and a completely different scene.
A gigantic warship hovered in the sky, like an aerial aircraft carrier.
