The curtains over the second-floor office's glass wall were drawn, hiding whatever was inside.
Then the middle-aged man saw the young man leap into the air. He streaked across the open space and crashed through the thick glass wall with a sharp shatter, landing inside the office.
The floor-length curtains tore apart, revealing a clean, brightly lit office.
He Ao glanced at the Physical Quality reading in his vision, now up to "32." Barefoot, he stepped over the broken glass with a crunch and headed deeper into the office.
Behind a desk at the back of the room, the tall, broad-shouldered man in charge was working rapidly at a computer.
He heard the commotion outside. Keeping one hand beneath the desk, he looked up at He Ao, his eyes narrowing. "Fierce Beast, what do you want?"
"Nothing much." He Ao walked up to the desk and laid a bloodstained hand on it. His voice was hoarse. "I just want to ask you something."
He lowered his head and fixed the man with a bloodshot stare. "Why are you trying to kill me?"
If killing Loren in the ring had been about making money, that was one thing.
But the gang members disguised as spectators afterward, and the two "assassins" hidden in the crowd, hardly seemed to be there just to take the gamblers' money.
It looked more like Loren had to die, and any profit was a bonus.
"What are you talking about?" The man's face darkened. He glanced at the camera in the corner, then said hoarsely, "Fierce Beast, you won. You beat Hurricane to death. And now you come here asking why I'm trying to kill you?"
"No need to put on an act, is there?" He Ao smiled as he watched him, sensing the thoughts in his