"The target device may involve weapons of mass destruction." Just then, the system notification suddenly sounded in Lu Zhaoming's mind.
"Weapons of mass destruction?" Lu Zhaoming was shocked.
Just as Lu Zhaoming was about to take a closer look, a familiar voice came from behind: "Oh, what a rare guest, Lu Zhaoming. I didn't expect you to come to my door on your own."
Just as Lu Zhaoming was about to further investigate the details of that strange thing, a familiar voice that made his heart skip a beat suddenly came from behind him:
"Brother, I'm sorry, I lied to you."
That sound?! Holy crap!
Lu Zhaoming's pupils contracted sharply, his muscles tensed instantly, and his adrenaline surged. Like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, he suddenly spun around!
That reaction speed was so fast it almost left afterimages!
What came into view was Liu Feng, who should have been lying dead in the safe house—no, recuperating from his injuries!
Damn it, this guy's face was as pale as if he had just crawled out of a grave, without a trace of color, but his eyes were as bright as two searchlights, staring straight and intently at Lu Zhaoming, with complex emotions surging inside that made one's scalp crawl - there was guilt, there was struggle, but more than anything, there was a kind of resolute determination to burn one's bridges!
He stood in the shadows not far away, as if he had been carved out of the darkness.
The strange, shimmering lights around him outlined half of his body, while the other half was swallowed by the thick, impenetrable darkness.
What made Lu Zhaoming's heart skip a beat was that Liu Feng was tightly gripping a dagger in his fairly strong hand!
The thing gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, its blade gleaming, clearly a sharpened weapon. The blade, perfectly aligned, seemed to be pointing directly at me.
"Damn it!" Lu Zhaoming cursed inwardly.
Wasn't he injured so badly he couldn't get out of bed?
What's going on, bro?
Instant teleportation or resurrection on the spot?
And they even brought "something" with them?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like bullet comments, but Lu Zhaoming maintained his handsome and roguish expression, which was hard to fathom, with only his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.
He stared into Liu Feng's eyes, which were brimming with untold stories, feeling the sudden, almost scathing tension in the air. His voice was low, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling undertone:
"You've been controlled by her?"
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