The sky gradually darkened. There was only half a day left before the deadline for the three days appointment. Sitting in the yard of the Bentham's mansion, Trent looked calm. He looked at the sky, tears still flowing!
Trent narrowed his eyes. The stone table in front of him was filled with information about the Dragon Sect that Secret Agency had investigated in just a few hours.
He did not flip through it. Atticus, who was behind him, received a new round of information from the people of the Secret Agency from time to time.
However, until now, there was no news about the culprit who had killed Trey in Group One's mouth! at all!
...
"Trent, you haven't eaten much for a day. Why don't I get someone from the kitchen to cook some pasta for you?"
Ever since he returned from Group One, Trent had been sitting here without drinking a drop of water. This made Atticus very worried.