Opening the file, Joshua Hughes looked at the photos on it. On the parched, sallow face, the pair of eyes were always unfocused, the pupils a bit gray, looking like they belonged to a blind person.
No mistake, this was the person who appeared on the cruise, the one seen by the cruise manager on the second-floor deck. He dared to stir trouble for him; he was truly courting death.
"Who has he been in contact with these past few months?" Joshua stared at the few thin pages of the file, the contents nearly miraculous. But do such things truly exist in this world?
If it were one or two coincidences, fine, but this so-called master seems to communicate with the spirits, foresee life and death, reverse destiny. Who does he think he is? A god?
A cold smile touched Joshua's lips; he never believed such things. He believed everything must be decided and controlled by himself; he only trusted himself.
