A short while later, the guard returned, his face ashen white.
Song Wen raised his head. His heart stilled upon seeing the guard’s expression.
"Speak!"
"Lord, the relay manager was assassinated."
_Bada!_
The brush in Song Wen's hand fell to the table, the ink splattered everywhere, making the unfinished letter messy and dirty.
It was too much of a coincidence!
Song Wen knew that if something was too much of a coincidence, it was not a coincidence but a plot. Thinking back to the broken teleportation formation, it was obvious that someone purposely tampered with it.
Who would it be?
During wartime, Tianshuang city was on high alert; no outsider could enter the city.
_Is it them?_
Thinking up to this point, Song Wen's expression turned cold.
"Men!"
Song Wen's voice was really low, filled with disgust.
"Lord!"
The same guard replied; he was Song Wen’s right-hand-man.
