Chapitre 1122: Targeting the Orion Arm

Paramel walked into the exclusive office in the space station. As soon as the door closed, the originally calm expression on his face instantly became extremely gloomy.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Prince Lekas's voice sounded in the office, "If only a few people died, I don't think there's a need to call me over."

"Yes, Your Highness. This is clearly not only a matter of a few people dying."

Paramel replied in a low voice and walked over to sit in front of Prince Lekas. He opened the personal terminal in his hand and a document appeared on the virtual screen.

"This is all the abnormal situations gathered from the beginning of the Hunting Assembly until today. Look."

Prince Lekas narrowed his eyes slightly and read it carefully from beginning to end. His frown deepened.

In the end, he was silent for a moment before suddenly raising his hand and shattering the coffee table in front of him with a furious expression.