"Zhao Gao."
Qin Yu stared at the template and muttered.
"Isn't that a historical figure?"
"There's another Zhao Gao in the parallel universe? How is he different from the Zhao Gao in my time and space?"
Information similar to this existence appeared in the history books in his mind. Stealing a national product meant that the deer was the horse.
Before the desk, the time inside the digital clock was still ticking. It was 3:55 a.m., the time when normal people slept the most.
The road next to the window also had a rare break from its hustle and bustle.
Silence!
"Whoosh…"
Qin Yu took a deep breath. He was prepared to pry into the life of this existence. After all, regardless of whether it was praise or criticism, someone who could leave such a mark in the vast river of history must be the top of the human pyramid.