Lu Bu'er shrugged his shoulders, "Do you take me for a three-year-old?"
The old Prophet was taken aback.
Lu Bu'er said with a smile, "What's the point of drawing pies in the air? Since the investigation is still ongoing, let's just carry on with it. The Tree of Life isn't in a hurry to be repaired either. We'll talk about it when there are results."
After this series of events, he had come to realize.
The followers of Omega were not so easy to deal with.
Only by stirring up internal strife within the Celestial Being Organization could he fish in troubled waters.
"Thank you for the information, I'm leaving now."
Lu Bu'er waved his hand and turned to leave.
The old Prophet became anxious, "Hey! Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu!"
Why is he like this!
In the intensive care unit, Chen Jing lay asleep on the bed, her long, curled lashes trembling like a butterfly struggling to emerge from its cocoon, her breathing slow and even.
There were no guards in the room.