“It seems Luke's State is about to get riled up again.”
The expressions of the five patriarchs grew solemn at that sentence, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, everyone lost in their thoughts.
The two shadow guards walked out of the VVIP room with the corpse while trying not to disturb the thinking patriarchs.
Chase Anderson suddenly clenched his fist hard, breaking the silence. “Can this be related to him?” He whispered with furrowed brows.
Zeke Edouard shook his head after a few seconds and said, “No, it isn't. His people won't make such beginner mistakes, and he's smart about leaving no trace of evidence. Moreover, he held a dislike for the winter period; he wouldn't live in a cold place. Furthermore, he's dead, and his subordinate has either sold him out or been dealt with by us.” Zeke Edouard confirmed.
“Yes, you're right.” Chase Anderson nodded. “But still, we won't leave any stones unturned. We have to find whoever is about to…”
