Zhong Yingxue and the others rode Little Dimple straight toward Pioneer Academy!
The autumn wind was bleak. At some point, a chill had crept into the night breeze!
Kyoto, Secretary-General's office!
Yang Jian was uneasy and couldn't sleep at all. Even though he knew Jiang Nan's plan inside and out, he still worried something might go wrong—that the kid might take the act too far and make it real!
After all, this time, they were playing for incredibly high stakes!
"Ring, ring~"
His phone rang, and Yang Jian answered immediately!
His eyes flew wide. With a sharp crack, the teacup in his hand crumbled to pieces!
(‧̣̥̇ ͡ಠ 口 ͡ಠ) "What? What did you say? Are you sure?"
The call had come from Chen Daoyi! 记住网址４２\ncom
Yang Jian's expression made Nightingale's heart leap into her throat!
She had never seen the Secretary-General look like this, not once in all this time!
Yang Jian hung up and slumped helplessly in his chair, a bitter smile on his face!
Nightingale couldn't help asking,
(๑･᷄~･᷅) "Secretary-General, what happened?"
Yang Jian pressed a hand to his forehead and bit his lower lip!
(ﾉ)꒦ິ益꒦ີ) "Jiang Nan... is dead!"
Nightingale froze in place, as if struck by a bolt of lightning!
Her legs gave way, and she sank to the floor, eyes full of disbelief as tears rolled uncontrollably from them!
( ๑ŏ口ŏ) "Th-That's impossible! With Mira there, how could Jiang Nan die? Their space-time combination is practically invincible!"
"South God is sharp as a tack. How could he have been unprepared for the Heavenly God Group's assassination?"
Yang Jian bit his lip, desperately holding back his feelings. Damn it, I don't believe it either!
(ﾉ)˃̣̣̥᷄౪˂̣̣̥᷅)
Who knew what trick that kid had pulled?
He said he'd die tonight, so he died tonight? Was he on