When Lu Zicheng led the team to the West Port Forbidden Zone, he had anticipated a tough battle, even going so far as to apply for reinforcements from Deep Space in advance. But when they arrived at the divined location, everyone fell silent.
The desolate, silent alley held an unsettling sight—Lin Yuan was nailed to the wall, his blood splattering across half of it.
Four daggers pierced through his limbs, carefully avoiding his vital points.
His own sock was stuffed into his mouth, the stench making his eyes water as he moaned miserably.
He was still alive—useful for providing evidence.
"Good thing the divination worked out this time, pinpointing the location perfectly."
Lu Zicheng sucked on a lollipop, arms crossed as he yawned. "We were this close to botching the mission."
Chen Qing acknowledged with a quiet hum. "This time, it's confirmed—it's him. We can wrap up."
