445 Song Wen's Reply

A short while later, the guard returned, his face ashen white.

Song Wen raised his head. His heart stilled upon seeing the guard’s expression.

"Speak!"

"Lord, the relay manager was assassinated."

_Bada!_

The brush in Song Wen's hand fell to the table, the ink splattered everywhere, making the unfinished letter messy and dirty.

It was too much of a coincidence!

Song Wen knew that if something was too much of a coincidence, it was not a coincidence but a plot. Thinking back to the broken teleportation formation, it was obvious that someone purposely tampered with it.

Who would it be?

During wartime, Tianshuang city was on high alert; no outsider could enter the city.

_Is it them?_

Thinking up to this point, Song Wen's expression turned cold.

"Men!"

Song Wen's voice was really low, filled with disgust.

"Lord!"

The same guard replied; he was Song Wen’s right-hand-man.