Near noon, on the southern highway of Xin Hai, a special service convoy was heading towards the Secret Realm Science Academy.
In the middle one was driven by Nakata, with Zhou Cheng sitting in the co-driver's seat, and Li Qingming and Lin Huan in the back.
Along the way, there was little communication among them, Nakata drove with a stiff expression, Zhou Cheng constantly operated his mobile phone to communicate for work, Lin Huan kept his head down and did not dare to speak, while Li Qingming leisurely looked out the window.
Because everything was too clear, they indeed had nothing to discuss.
A suicide attack among the crowd by a member of the Northern Border Vanguard, that was all.
It was not a big deal, nor did it have any consequences, in the era where incidents in the Secret Realm happen frequently, it didn't even qualify as hot news.
But today, here, on Li Qingming and Lin Huan, it had undoubtedly become an absolute breaking point.