Lu Zhi glanced at the exquisite cutlery. He was originally expressionless and not hungry. It was not until he saw the small note under the plate that his eyes narrowed. He turned the wheelchair towards it and picked up the note.
A string of ancient Roman numerals was written on the note. At a glance, it seemed random.
However, Lu Zhi recognized the handwriting.
It was graceful and upright.
It was Jian Jin's handwriting.
Moreover, the string of numbers was not random. It was a Morse code that he had invented. It could be specially interpreted into normal words.
Lu Zhi quickly deciphered the code—Qiao is in Country M.
Lu Zhi's expression suddenly changed!
He clenched the note tightly, and the veins on the back of his snow-white hand bulged. He turned around and punched the table, causing the wine glass to shake. The blood vessels on his neck bulged as he gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words. "Damn it!"
