Chapitre 267: Good Night Sleep...

"We know who you are… Don't be scared, we just want to talk to you… There's a lot we need to discuss about things that you don't even know about yourself…"

Moby's eyes grew wide, tightly clenching the paper as he found it difficult to continue reading… 

Did they figure him out? If so then how? Do they know he's a demon? If so then for how long? What do they know about him that he doesn't? Does this somehow have to do with his parents? 

At this point, he had absolutely no idea in his mind that had been in turmoil for too long now. 

He was completely trapped with no escape. For all he knew, he might have some military spies on him all the time now. Escaping Earth was almost impossible. But even if he could, where would he go? Join the shalkers that he so adamantly hated? Get lucky to find some random habitable planet out of millions that could not sustain any life?

'Read the rest of the paper!'