Duan Ci didn't look back, his voice was hoarse as if it had been sandpapered: "I just... Want to see it again."
"What the hell!" Lao Chen moved the umbrella over his head, half of his body was exposed to the heavy rain, "I didn't fall to death three years ago, but you insist on drowning yourself here tonight?"
He took out a data card sealed in a waterproof bag from his arms and stuffed it into Duan Zi's cold hands.
"Stop looking, look at this. That kid Lin Xiao had an accident at the Sky Cup this afternoon. This is the orbital data stream of the last ten seconds before he lost control. People within the alliance took the risk to spread it."
Lao Chen came closer and kept his voice very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by the ghost in the rain: "The data model... Coincides with your accident that year, with a degree of overlap of 78%."
Duan Ci's heart suddenly shrank, and the knuckles holding the data card turned white from the force.
Lin Xiao, the boy who once followed him with eyes that always showed admiration and reluctance to admit defeat, is now the top player in the league and the ace of the "Eye of the Storm" team.
He actually also...
