Fang Heng frowned, his brows knitted into a line.
It was Jian Muzhi!
Not only did he not die, but he also killed the Holy Court's pursuers.
Fang Heng suddenly had a feeling that perhaps all of this was part of Jian Muzhi's scheme.
It was bad news no matter what.
He had to deal with the Federation as well as the twelve corporations.
This game was so difficult.
He had to bring the coffin home before Jian Muzhi arrived.
"Hey, Nate." Maica had been watching Wu Siying who had disappeared into the shadows. He walked to Fang Heng and asked in a low voice, "Who is she? She looks extremely dangerous. I can't sense her presence at all."
"A friend. She needs the King's remains to do something. Don't bother about her."
Fang Heng made up an excuse and patted Maica's shoulder, saying, "Maica, you take care of this place. I need to get into the coffin and move it."