After tossing his phone away, Zhang Heng first found a clothing store by the street, used Pet Wire to pick the lock, took a set of clothes from the racks, changed out of his wet clothes, left some loose change on the counter, then found a hotel, rented a room, ate something, and got a good night's rest.
Perhaps because he was far from Greenland, or perhaps because the Old Seal on him had taken effect, he finally did not have any nightmares that night.
After recovering his strength and energy, Zhang Heng climbed out of bed again, sat at the desk in his hotel room, and began considering his next move.
The sudden crash of Flight 8-300 was clearly no accident. Zhang Heng simply did not yet know who had acted against it. As personal information was leaked on a massive scale, relations between players had grown increasingly tense. Although The Three Great Guilds had immediately issued a strongly worded joint statement warning everyone with restless intentions, Silver Wings' president Tenma had openly turned against them, turning that joint statement into a joke.
Although Silver Wings later released another statement claiming that Tenma's account had been hacked and that his earlier extreme remarks had not reflected his true intentions, that came half a day later. Their crisis response was far too slow, and excuses like account hacking, much like claiming one's hand had slipped, were standard blame-shifting answers in public relations. They could be used anywhere. It was obvious how many people would believe it.
Although Zhang Heng had been dealing with matters concerning his background these past few days, he had also been following developments on the forum. However, many of the old accounts that had once been active had now vanished, while a large number of new