The truth and justice are the greatest lies in this world.
Julius Reed killed many people from Ocean Academy, yet he can still chat and laugh with Brant Fairbanks like nothing happened.
As for Knox Michael, he could only swallow the bitter loss silently.
Three o'clock in the morning.
Julius Reed was not asleep.
Instead, he stood by the hotel window, gazing at the boundless snowy plains outside.
In the distance, he could see many mountains stretching continuously.
Leaving here, the journey would not be so smooth.
"Thinking about something?" Elaenor Wood was in the same room with him.
The hotel rooms were in short supply, many had to accommodate four or five people.
Such a room with two beds was already luxurious.
This was thanks to the financial might of Ocean Academy, plus Julius Reed and Elaenor Wood being nominally Inner Sect Disciples, allowing them to enjoy such treatment.
"No signal, and I don't know how Grace River is doing." Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
