Finally, the last remnants...
When the news reached Shang Tongwen, he had just finished a meeting with East City Hall.
A subordinate stood at the door with a serious expression, knocked, he hesitated briefly, interrupted the conversation on the other end of the line, and took the folder.
Upon opening it, there was only one photo taken from the scene.
In the ruins that had been burned to scorched earth and turned into a mire by torrential rain, there was no trace of the personnel he had dispatched or his subordinates anymore, amidst the wreckage, only the meticulously arranged gifts on the empty square.
Those broken and fragmented bones were piled together chaotically, crisscrossed, using their tragic forms to convey greetings and invitations to the onlookers on the other end of the photo:
They said:
——[HELLO]!
This is merely the initial greeting.
