Clutching the satellite positioning phone that belonged to Zhao Kaiming, Yang Jian's expression was particularly ugly.
Just now, he had clearly been about to succeed, no, he would have succeeded, just one last step, and that Source Ghost had not been able to kill him, he had withstood that wave of attack, victory was in sight. But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the result turned out to be this—the ghost had disappeared.
He had returned to forty minutes earlier.
Everything had started over.
"No, this can't be possible, how could a ghost manage to do something like this?" Yang Jian slammed the lecturer's podium forcefully, unable to believe the turn of events even now.
The solid podium shattered immediately, kicking up a cloud of dust.
But even so, it did nothing to quell the rage in his heart.
"What happened on your end, what changes occurred in the operation? You seemed like you were about to win."
