The Killer Already Identified?
Top floor of the Management Committee building.
At this moment, many Beastfolk soldiers stood here, as if protecting something, or perhaps guarding prisoners.
Song Xinrong went up to the top floor. He was not stopped by the soldiers and went straight to the innermost part of the rooftop corridor.
There was a meeting room there that had been temporarily converted into "cells".
He took out his ID, swiped his card, verified his fingerprint, confirmed his identity, and then pushed open the door to enter.
The moment you look inside, you can sense the comfort and expense of this temporary "cell".
An antique-style screen stands beside a half-person-high white jade carved vase filled with fresh flowers.
Passing the screen, you will see a set of solid wood carved tables and chairs.
These alone are already quite expensive, not to mention all the other small, miscellaneous items.
It's less like a prison cell and more like a special VIP room.
An old man sat on a carved wooden bench.
On the table in front of him were several beautiful glass cups, with a little tea left inside.
He looked listless, with a droopy face.
When he turned to look at the doorway, Song Xinrong met his gaze.
Song Xinrong immediately realized that the old man's mental state was critical.
A sliver of hope still lingered in his eyes.
Clearly, many people had already visited the old man before he came to see him.
Song Xinrong knew what those people had said to him, and he also knew what the last hope in his eyes was.
He's always been good at reading people and, being the president's secretary, he can guess these things perfectly well.
Song Xinrong stepped forward and respectfully greeted him, "Good evening, Old Mr. Hua."
His tone was not obsequious.
His current position is the president's secretary, representing the president's reputation, so he can't be subservient.
"Good evening."
After exchanging greetings, he naturally began to show a hint of regret and sadness.
Emotional control is precise in action, with a touch more deliberateness and a hint of indifference.
"Old Mr. Hua, I have brought you some unfortunate news."
A hint of heaviness crept into Song Xinrong's voice.
"Your son just sent back a distress signal. He's in grave danger. The attackers... are most likely from Lanqiao's side."
The truth is mixed, and the murderer has not yet been found, but in the eyes of the higher-ups of the Spirit Resonance Rainforest Beastfolk, the murderer has already been identified.
Hua Guangqi felt his head spinning; his ears were ringing and his vision was starting to go black.
This news was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back for him.
He began to have difficulty breathing, and his blood pressure rose rapidly.
This is dangerous for an elderly person.
Song Xinrong immediately realized something was wrong.
Old Mr. Hua's face turned red, and he was on the verge of fainting.
He had prepared in advance.
He picked up the communicator hanging from his belt and summoned the doctor who was waiting at the door.
Not long after, about two minutes later, Hua Guangqi returned to normal.
However, his face turned sickly pale, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes vanished.
Song Xinrong half-squatted in front of Hua Guangqi, who was sitting slumpedly, his tone filled with feigned concern.
"Please accept our condolences. Also, you need to go to the Lantiao Continent at six o'clock this morning. We're very sorry, there's nothing we can do to help you."
He abruptly changed the subject, activating his talent, and his tone became tinged with strange Psychic Energy fluctuations.
"However, once you arrive in the Lantiao Continent, the main branch will likely try to recruit you."
"As you know, the main branch is always insatiable."
"If you are fortunate enough to become a member of the Beastfolk Mainline Management Committee, please try your best not to do anything that harms the interests of the Spirit Resonance Rainforest Beastfolk."
"Thanks you."
Perhaps it was Song Xinrong's talent that had a peculiar effect.
Perhaps it was because Hua Guangqi lost his son in his old age and was overwhelmed with grief.
Or perhaps, it's both.
Lost in grief, Hua Guangqi looked at the chairman's secretary in front of him and slowly spoke.
"You just said... the main branch will recruit me?"
"Ha, they really are greedy and arrogant!"
Just like recruiting him to work in the Lantiao Main Branch, it was like some kind of compensation or favor.
A flame of revenge, mixed with anger, was ignited in his eyes.
However, the flame was too weak and too fragile.
This little bit of light alone is far from enough to change the mind of someone who is determined to die.
It will only drag those far away down with him to hell before he falls into the abyss of death.
This is what the Spirit Resonance Rainforest Beastfolk want.
They hoped that Hua Guangqi, who knew a great deal of internal military intelligence about the Spirit Resonance Rainforest Beastfolk, would die.
And it would be best if he died without any connection to the Spirit Resonance Rainforest Beastfolk.
"It's highly probable, but not absolute."
Song Xinrong added.
"But they are insisting that we take you to the Lantiao Continent."
"I understand," Hua Guangqi said, exchanging glances with Song Xinrong. "I will not help the Lantiao Main Branch do anything detrimental to our hometown."
This time, they were closer, and Song Xinrong met his gaze, seeing an uncontrollable killing intent rising in the other's eyes.
Song Xinrong was satisfied with shutting down his talent.
His mission was accomplished.
Next, all that was left was to wait for Hua Guangqi to be sent to the Lantiao Continent.
On the other side, deep above the outer edge of the Spirit Resonance Rainforest.
Shisui surveyed the forest under the cover of night, pondering where to attack first.
He slowly closed his eyes, and a massive amount of Psychic Energy spread within his body, rapidly expanding his senses.
One kilometer... ten kilometers... one hundred kilometers...
The outskirts of the forest are littered with cheap, low-quality snacks.
They couldn't even sense beings far beyond their level; their senses swept over them without attracting any attention.
Upon reaching the inner forest, awakened beasts and patrolling Beastfolk soldiers began to appear.
However, those awakened below the Profound Realm still cannot sense Shisui's Psychic Energy fluctuations.
Only a few geniuses in the Profound Realm who were highly sensitive to Psychic Energy fluctuations felt a vague sense of dread.
It was as if some terrifying being was watching them.
Until their senses penetrated deep into the core area of Beastfolk territory, the level of Psychic Energy in the air changed drastically.
A light mist gathers and disperses above the vast forest.
That was not mist made of Feather Powder by Shisui, but a spiritual mist condensed purely from Psychic Energy.
It had previously formed on the Wunu River before the Snow Spirit matured.
I never imagined that such a natural treasure trove of Psychic Energy could exist deep within the Spirit Resonance Rainforest.
Wait, something's not right!
The Shisui aura suddenly changed, and the attention that had been spreading out to observe the surroundings suddenly focused on the core area of Spirit Resonance Rainforest.
A settlement is located right in the center of the Spirit Mist District, and beneath the settlement lie numerous underground structures.
At this moment, the ground was like a mirror.
The two settlements, one above ground and one underground, complement each other, together forming an ecosystem that gathers Psychic Energy.
Therefore, it was not a suddenly appearing spirit-gathering Spirit Treasure basin at all, but a cultivation treasure land that had been transformed.
This cultivation paradise must have appeared relatively recently.
Otherwise, the number of high-end combatants and awakened individuals in the Spirit Resonance Rainforest Beastfolk race would definitely not be what it is now.
From this perspective, Spirit Resonance Rainforest has a very promising future.
It's just a pity that their ambitions and future will be completely destroyed soon.