"Perhaps, Lord Pluto, you should take a look at something," the Grand Vairocana King said, prompting Mahoraga, who was standing nearby in the corner, to bring out a projection device. It was a common apparatus kept in the base, but Yang Chen couldn't fathom what they intended to display.
Yang Chen had a foreboding feeling. After about ten seconds, Mahoraga activated the signal receiver and projected the image onto the silver-white metal wall behind the platform.
Yang Chen took just one glance, and his expression darkened ominously.
In the scene displayed, there was no mistaking it—it was the exterior of the Longjing Manor.
It was late at night, and the lights inside the villa had all been extinguished. On the lawn outside the villa, two bloodstained Sandstorm warriors in Muslim attire were standing, each trampling upon the bodies of two Caucasian men!
