C1055 We're Not Cut out for Each Other

"Trent..."

The helicopter was getting further and further away from the island. Borui leaned back on his seat and looked back reluctantly. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

Goodbye, Vacation Island.

Farewell, I created the country myself.

Farewell, old boss, Guardian God Company.

A moment later, he looked straight ahead and saw a bustling city with bright lights in the distance