Drops by drops, the loud whistle sounded crazily, seemingly with a sense of decay.

It's the first time that the organization's internal chaos has been so out of control that its external defense system has been attacked.

The chaotic whistle could be heard in all the rooms.

It's just that the whistle has no meaning for Ho Yisheng.

The hidden little black button on his skirt seemed to have a small voice, but he ignored it and stared at the picture in his hand without blinking.

He looked like this until the door was opened.

When Huo Miao came in, he saw this picture of He Yisheng.

He raised his...