However, if someone violated any of the taboos within the organization, they would ruthlessly kill that person and all their relatives and friends without hesitation.
Moreover, the methods were brutal.
"Definitely URA's people," Pei Yibai said with a cold laugh.
There were no marks on the bodies of the two assassins, but when he dived into the water, he just so happened to see the wreckage of the plane.
On the wing, the three letters URA were very obvious.
When Song Weiyi woke up, it was morning.
Opening her eyes, Zhao Mengmeng lay sleeping soundly on the bed next to her, "Mengmeng?"
Why was it Mengmeng?
Looking around, aside from Zhao Mengmeng, there was no one else—it was clearly a hospital.
Her head still wasn't fully clear, throbbing with pain.
Song Weiyi gently pressed her index finger against her forehead, gradually regaining her clarity.
"The child... Yiting..." She suddenly panicked, unable to help but cry out.
