Several sides raced against each other.
The special departments of the United States, the United Kingdom, and France were now searching for the email's sender, along with Qin Xiaoxia, whose interest had been piqued.
Qin Xiaoxia wanted to find that group right away.
It wasn't that he was worried about his whole act being exposed.
The email had been righteous from beginning to end, every line revealing bitter disappointment at the French Authorities' inaction and urging them to act.
Hmm. Since there was no hint of a demand for money or anything like that, they were probably a bunch of hotheaded youngsters with a strong sense of justice who had no idea what was really going on.
In that case, there was nothing to expose.
And if they were cunning old con artists from Dawn who knew the inside story, well, there was even less reason to worry.
Qin Xiaoxia knew better than anyone what the members of "Old Dawn" were like. They could swindle someone to death without blinking. Never mind whether anyone could catch them-getting anything out of them would take more than a little effort.
Of course, the former was probably more likely. After all, the scepter inheritance was in his hands. If any "official" members remained, there was no way they wouldn't know.
Since this group had sent its warning to France, they were almost certainly French.
Philier and the others were gathered in the attic of his house, checking online news and television reports on a computer.
Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Not a scrap of news had come out!
They were all itching with anxiety.
Once the email had been sent, its recipients were anxious, but the senders were even more anxious.
"Haven't they reacted at all? Huh? Did they just delete our email as