The morning in Dragon Capital was exceptionally cold, another foggy day, and just as dawn broke, the sound of the Hex train pierced through the city's skies.
"Extra, extra, earth-shattering event, justice faction leader Hong Yan has been assassinated!"
"Extra, extra, the sky has fallen, Grand Governor candidate Hong Yan has been assassinated and killed!"
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Countless newsboys surged into the streets, shouting hoarsely, knowing today would definitely be a harvest day; everyone's efforts were tied to whether they'd go hungry.
At this moment, all the captains of the Night Patrol squads were gathered at the Great Cathedral of Lei Qinglu, whose already stern face was now dark as ink.
Li Xin, Dragon Spine, Hong Ye, Qin Donglai, Wen Xingtai, Mo Zilu, Fu Yu, Mao Feng, and interim captain of Red Jiao, Hu Tong.
"Hong Yan is dead," Lei Qinglu said. Rumors can be false, newspapers can have errors, but when it comes from Lei Qinglu's mouth, it's different.
