The transport ship heading for the Tianzhou was loaded with 320 passengers stranded in Guanghan City.
Everyone was full of worry, and there was no joy in the aftermath.
For them, this trip that should have been full of joy was like a nightmare.
Especially those who had their loved ones taken away in this nightmare; their eyes were full of gloomy expressions at this moment.
Resting the back of his head on the chair, a man in a leather coat tapped his index finger on his neck. He then closed his eyes.
From the eyes of outsiders, he looked like he was taking a nap. No one would have thought that he had already snuck into the dark web of the virtual reality network, and no one would have thought that he was the master of the massacre…
"The orders have been completed."
In the virtual space, the man hanging upside down slowly opened his eyes, looked at Dong Bin standing in front of him, and said softly, "Good job."
