Rain poured down in sheets, battering the windows fiercely.
Thunder rumbled outside.
Unable to sleep, Lin Ran sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard, staring thoughtfully at the room as lightning intermittently illuminated it.
After formally accepting Yin Ling's invitation, he had not contacted Feng Qi or the Tiger Soul Research Institute again.
Naturally, this was to prevent any accidents.
Yin Ling was no fool. She definitely would not trust him completely based solely on his verbal agreement.
Even if she believed him in her heart, she would still make preparations for the sake of her race's future.
The Silver Moon Race's grand descent plan was more important to Yin Ling than anything else. She would certainly be secretly monitoring his every move.
So all he needed to do was wait.
His inaction these past few days would gradually deepen Yin Ling's trust in him.
Conversely, acting rashly would undoubtedly be courting death, and would only cause the script plan to end ahead of schedule.
At the same time, Yin Ling had raised a speculation these past few days.
The Tiger Soul Research Institute might have already discovered some clues. Its investigation of the Energy Research Institute was very likely a probing operation.
Lin Ran was quite surprised by this.
Yin Ling's guess was close to the truth.
The essence of this investigation was the third step of Feng Qi's script plan, directly targeting Yin Ling and the other Silver Moon Race members controlling the various Energy Research Institutes.
But even if Yin Ling had guessed the truth, the plan ahead would not stop.
Whether in terms of strength or intelligence, the Silver Moon Race's vanguard was no match for Brother Qi.
Just like the name of this plan—the "script plan."
With the intelligence from the previous Sacrifice