"The soul's furnace? Did the Red Moon Holy Temple Members do it? Which spy? Dora?"
Zhou Bi picked his nose, then wiped the booger on the sofa.
Jin Mingzhu gave him a disgusted glare. After all these years, Zhou Bi still hadn't changed that practiced habit of a Lower City hoodlum.
"You're disgusting. Her name is Duo Lei, not Dora."
"Who cares what her name is? The Golden Tree's burned anyway."
"I don't think it's that simple. That Duo Lei was clearly here to investigate the Golden Tree. We probably still don't know what really caused this."
Zhou Bi nodded. The arrogance in his eyes was gone, replaced by a little nostalgia and regret.
"The Golden Tree's gone. Where are people like us supposed to go now?"
Jin Mingzhu took out a stack of documents and placed them before Zhou Bi.
"The days ahead are when our real work begins. They're also when we truly determine Lighthouse's standing. This is one huge gamble. The question is whether you dare join me."
Staring into Jin Mingzhu's eyes, Zhou Bi grinned.
"Back in Black Alley, I turned twenty bucks into twenty-five million by gambling. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't bet, even my own life. Tell me, what do you want to do next?"
Jin Mingzhu didn't answer him immediately. She merely extended her arm. The golden light that had shone from it before had dimmed considerably.
Her condition was actually exactly the same as Wang Shu's contamination by the Golden Radiance Tree.
And hers was far more severe than his.
"The Golden Tree really has died. At the very least, it has shed its original power. That means it's time for a reckoning. Those three up above are all the Red Moon Holy Temple's little bastards. They're only toys and