"February 1, Clear"
"Even the strong have their limits, but the malice of the unknown is endless."
Tong Zizhan and Gao Yuan returned, bringing the conductor some unexpected information.
A faction marked by an iris emblem.
Since the apocalypse, yet another matter entirely beyond Su Huan's comprehension had arisen.
He had only heard of this faction in the Steel Council's database, known as the Black Kite Laboratory, abbreviated as Black Kite.
But what this faction did before the apocalypse, how large it was after the apocalypse, and the fields it was involved in, he knew nothing about. Even Qu Hang's authority at the time couldn't access this information.
A powerful enemy is not frightening; the frightening part is the unknown enemy.
Especially those who rewrite the rules in the dark while you exhaust every means to calculate victory in the light.
This is the most disgusting.
A trace of gloom flashed in Su Huan's eyes.
