In a Federation office, pitch-black and without a single sliver of light.
Fu Chenhan lifted his gaze, silently staring at the report a guard had just delivered.
The tablet displayed a photo of Yu Lan's familiar, beautiful face. His own eyes darkened, his expression turning blank, devoid of any emotion.
After a long moment...
A sudden, soft scoff cut through the air.
"Hah!"
'So it was all planned from the beginning.'
'She'd conspired with Huo Zhanting and the others all along, using this to overthrow Belina.'
'And I was the only fool who thought Yu Lan was really dead.'
He had even been mired in self-doubt, an indescribable sense of failure coursing through him.
'So that's all there was to it.'
As Fu Chenhan laughed, his amusement twisted into something else. He abruptly raised a hand, and the aura around him instantly became cold, brutal, and heavy.
A loud THUD echoed.
Before the guard's terrified eyes...
...the tablet was suddenly smashed to the floor.
