"Thump, thump, thump, thump..."
His heartbeat quickened. In a daze, Xia Lun felt the mystery that had seemed so impossible to unravel suddenly connect with reality!
Xia Lun gripped the corner of the newspaper, his gaze fixed on the Dwarf in the headline photograph.
Could it be that the Evil God wasn't something Hatton had imagined?
But why would the Evil God know someone from Whitewash City in the real world?
A ringing filled his ears. Countless thoughts crawled from the depths of Xia Lun's mind like mold after rain, spreading silently through the crevices of his consciousness. At that moment, he felt a trace of pressure, as though something unnatural was quietly drawing near...
"Sir, there's something I must report."
The butler abruptly interrupted Xia Lun's thoughts.
"According to the Grand Alliance National Detective Consulting and Investigation Company, these two were also members of the Foresight Club. Their investigation concluded that the pair had been blown apart by a rocket launcher. But you believe they didn't die."
Xia Lun came back to himself, picked up his coffee cup, and took a sip.
"So did the people at the Grand Alliance National Detective Consulting and Investigation Company keep investigating?"
"They did." The butler nodded. "That's what I was about to report. According to the detectives, the duo did indeed survive. They appeared at the Star Ore Science Summit a few days ago and seemed to be looking for something. The detectives later lost track of them again."
Xia Lun considered this for a moment, then said, "Increase the detectives' funding by another twenty percent, and give them a new assignment.
"I want them to confirm whether anyone has tried to hunt down the duo."
"Understood, sir." The butler bowed slightly. "Is there anything else?"
Xia Lun lowered his eyes, catching