Lockeby opened his eyes in the darkness.
Since he unified the Port District, his routine had become extremely regular, going to bed on time every day, never staying up late.
He barely drank alcohol and ate very healthy food, which could be considered as taking good care of himself.
Yet tonight, he was probably going to be sleepless.
Because a strong sense of loss was haunting him.
Like a kite in his hand had its string cut.
He raised his right hand in the pitch-black bedroom, then stared at the ceiling as if really flying a kite.
He knew the twin brothers were likely in grave danger.
This was something beyond his expectation.
After all, the twin brothers were strong enough; they had almost never failed.
Moreover, he had already communicated with the key person about this matter.
Heigen.
He and Heigen were completely from different worlds.
But in a sense, they were allies.
