"I'm sorry." King Blake, who had always been cold and stern, had lost all his strength. All his pride and indifference would be defeated by that question.
The scar he didn't dare to face would become the weakness of his life.
"Yes, it's my fault, but before I go to atone for my sins, we can cooperate with each other."
"Why did you suddenly want to do this?" Wayne remembered the cooperation that King Blake had mentioned in the email and they worked together to topple the Morgen Group.
"It wasn't all of a sudden. That incident was destined to separate me and the Morgens. Then, something happened. In short, the Wendell Group must be overturned."
Hundreds of people were buried at the foot of the Staithes Factory. Their bones and flesh had long become one with it, turning into rocks and nutrients.
They were all waiting for justice.