"Mr. Han, wise as always."
Meng Fengzuo bowed deeply. "I'll be on my way."
Han Hui gave his shoulder a final pat and told him, "Inside the Federation, a thousand tangled threads, a mess beyond sorting. I really don't have the bandwidth. The situation in the West Sea—leaving it to you."
"Yes, sir!"
In the shattered mirror's Illusion Light, Meng Fengzuo vanished.
In the silent tearoom, Han Hui lifted his teacup, eyes lowered, gazing down at the ripples in the cup. In the reflection of his eyes, there wasn't the slightest glimmer of life.
Only a darkness like something on fire.
Beneath that warm, respectable exterior, the beast's ferocious malice had already burst free, blotting out the sky as it swept toward Hai Province, thousands of miles away.
To devour everything.
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.
BOOM!!!
With a deafening crash, a rolling car flew off the elevated highway, slammed into a concrete pier, and threw off a streak of sparks.
