As the news of the Qiao Family's annihilation intensified, tensions ran high everywhere.
But surprisingly, both the higher-ups in Demon City and those in the Forbidden City maintained a strange attitude toward the event that had shaken the entire metropolis. It was as if this had been a natural disaster, not a man-made calamity.
But could the excuse of a natural disaster truly hold water? It couldn't. Yet what did it matter? It seemed the matter of the Qiao Family's annihilation had already been quietly defined.
Amidst this turn of events, the rain in Demon City gradually subsided. The dark clouds receded from the sky, and the crisp air seemed to wash away the hustle and bustle of the world-class metropolis. Under a rare rainbow, a private plane glided down the runway of Hongkou Airport and took off.
Inside the luxurious cabin, Qin Fan lay leisurely on a sofa, resting with his eyes closed. He seemed utterly unconcerned about the upcoming trip to Japan.
