The ocean stretched endlessly into the distance.
Without consulting Guan Chenghai of the Club, Xie De had taken Dr. Ping and Xu Gong away. Their lives were not part of the deal; in fact, the Club had specifically demanded their deaths.
But Hu Songlin had not stopped him. Instead, he had helped keep the news under wraps.
The wind over the sea was strong, and the blue waters glittered in the sunlight.
A helicopter sat on the deck, ready to leave at any moment. Xu Gong and Dr. Ping sat silently inside, with only the hum of its machinery filling their ears.
Standing beside the helicopter, Xie De read the updates on the world situation that 730 had sent to his phone. His head ached. Humans really did know how to make trouble for themselves.
What did they mean, F Country had started fighting the Laboratory's peace faction in D Country under the command of the Club's Reactionaries, only for it to be called an escalation of tensions between the two countries?
Hu Songlin stood behind him, looking hesitant. He opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure how to get the words out.
Fortunately, Xie De spoke to him first, his expression impassive. "Hu Songlin, what do you think the Club is really trying to do?"
Hu Songlin froze for a moment. "I'm not sure. Unlike the Laboratory, which has people in charge of different divisions, the Club is entirely dominated by Guan Chenghai. There are plenty of senior members, but most of us take our orders from him."
Xie De frowned. "Guan Chenghai..."
Hu Songlin pressed his lips together. "Mr. 39, I only take orders from Guan Chenghai. He was the one who initiated this plan, but now the people he wants us to kill are his colleagues. So