Two months slipped by in silence. The investigation into He Xiaomeng was like a stone sinking into a swamp, unable to stir up much of a ripple.
Ever since they had been invited to the police station for tea as "home invaders," Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei both knew that this covert investigation would most likely end in failure.
One ordinary morning, Lu Mingfei saw Chu Zihang sitting before his computer again, the screen's dim blue light reflecting off his expressionless profile. The files had been copied from Amon's computer and organized by NOMA. Lu Mingfei leaned over and said lightly, "Senior Brother Chu, don't you think you're—overthinking this? We don't absolutely have to dig up some earth-shattering conspiracy, do we? Look on the bright side. Maybe Senior Brother He really is fine. Maybe he's just—well, a little self-centered in the way he does things and can't be bothered to explain himself to others? Geniuses always have a bit of personality."
Lu Mingfei knew that Amon had secrets. After Norton had been killed on the river, Naga had briefly spoken with him, and she had already revealed then that He Xiaomeng served someone else—
But who exactly was that "someone else"? Another Dragon King? Or some hidden force? Even Naga, such a powerful Second Generation Dragon, had failed to recruit him—serving the Secret Party was one possible explanation, but Lu Mingfei's instincts told him that was actually the least likely possibility.
Even so, in Lu Mingfei's heart, Amon was still that good senior brother of his: somewhat mysterious, yet someone who had genuinely guided him, helped him build up his confidence bit by bit, and forced him to uncover his own potential.
Sometimes, Lu Mingfei wondered: if he had never met Senior Brother He, if he were still the same