Trouble was brewing.
The Ink Silk Clone had its arms folded in front of its chest, frowning as it observed the scene inside the room.
Two guards from Zhou Kingdom were glaring at Su Xinghuo, their eyes nearly shooting flames.
Xia Yuanjia had lived on the SS Sea Charm for three years. Although he was the Heir Prince, he was approachable and lacked any sense of nobility. He often showed kindness and generosity, which made him popular on the ship.
Now, with his horrific death, everyone looked coldly at Su Xinghuo, the prime suspect.
The ship's guards roughly twisted Su Xinghuo's wrists behind his back, preparing to handcuff him.
The Ink Silk Clone narrowed its eyes. It could not let Su Xinghuo be arrested.
Xia Yuanjia was a noble of Zhou Kingdom. If Su Xinghuo were determined to be his murderer, the case would inevitably attract widespread attention. The Ink Silk Clone would then have even less chance to approach Su Xinghuo and extract information about the origins of Ink Silk.
