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The Moon.
Upper District.
Chairman's Office, Xinfeng Technology Company.
Bang!
A precious Moon Goddess Statue was smashed to pieces with a single punch.
Yet the destroyer was still not satisfied.
He then proceeded to smash every valuable item in the office.
Only when fragments covered the floor and there was nothing left to break did the man return to his chair, his face twisted with rage. "Where's the body?"
The butler standing at the side, his forehead beaded with sweat, said quietly, "The young master has been brought back. He is in the laboratory freezer."
"What about Yue E? How is she?" the man continued.
"Madam fainted three times and is resting now." The butler lowered his head even further.
Creak—
In the office chair.
Zhao Changfeng, the owner of the company, slowly rose and walked to the window.
Looking over the bustling lunar city below, the influential man who had long lived on the Moon trembled all over. "I, Zhao, have only one son. No matter how worthless or rebellious he was, he was still my son!"
"Do we know anything about the killer?"
The butler shook his head.
"At present, we only know that he is an expert with a gun. We know nothing of his age, faction, appearance, or exact strength.
Things are no longer like they were before. Tactical Watches can no longer be tracked through the backend.
So after the young master died, we were unable to track down the killer in time.
Now that so much time has passed, finding him will be difficult.
However, I have hired the most professional team in the Upper District to analyze the young master's death.
There should be some results soon."
"The Rebel Army..." Zhao Changfeng murmured. "If it weren't for that so-called Rebel Army, Xinfeng