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In a hotel room booked with Old Yang's fake ID, Zhou Chen washed away the traces of battle, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and frowned at his phone.
It was almost noon. 'Why haven't I heard back from the Hong City Star Association yet?'
He had reported the Blood Race and revealed the existence of the Crimson Sect last night. Given the Star Association's efficiency, they should have followed up quickly to inform him of the outcome. After all, he was both the informant and a Star Association Operator; they were obligated to notify him.
Yet, hours had passed with not a peep from the Star Association.
There were no posts about the Blood Race or the Crimson Sect on Hong City's local forums either. Instead, a post about the fight in Tulip Garden from earlier had been pushed to the top, gaining over ten thousand views and thousands of comments in just half an hour.
As Zhou Chen scrolled through the posts, he suddenly let out a soft "Huh?"
