The head was covered with wrinkles,
Age spots and creases—totally looked like someone who'd reached the end of the line.
But Jeff was clearly in his prime—she'd seen him just recently.
"No... no way, how could it be Lord Withered's power!"
Luckybe's face looked like hell—she still couldn't wrap her head around it.
Even weirder,
The expression left on Jeff's head wasn't despair, but a hopeful smile like he was waiting for rescue.
Combined with Lord Withered mysteriously going MIA this morning,
Luckybe went quiet, her pupils dilating. Not knowing what she was thinking, she muttered:
"It can't be... impossible... how could..."
She actually believed most of it in her heart,
Because the timing of Lord Withered's disappearance
Matched up perfectly.
She was basically falling apart.
"Sir, I've already sent new teams to double-check."
The mid-tier Black Sinner said quietly.
Luckybe snapped back to reality:
"No, I've gotta go myself!"
