Just as Ye Chen was treating Wang Li's injuries again, the entire underground world of Zhonghai City had already begun to surge with chaos, and a great upheaval was looming.
In the suburban area of Zhonghai City.
Inside a luxurious villa, Zhao Sihai sat in the pavilion, enjoying the night view and leisurely sipping fragrant tea.
The scenery was pleasant, the view picturesque—an ideal place for tranquility—yet Zhao Sihai still felt a sense of restlessness brewing within.
This was the martial artist's sixth sense; an instinctual feeling that something had transpired.
"Fourth Master, something terrible has happened."
A man dressed in black, panting heavily, ran through the corridor, coming towards him with a look of panic in his face.
The previously quiet environment suddenly became noisy. Zhao Sihai displayed a displeased expression and spoke indifferently, "What happened?"
"The Crown Prince, the Crown Prince is dead."