The door to the Fighting Association's training room slowly closed behind him, shutting out every trace of the outside world.
Standing inside, Lin Sheng let out a long breath, his taut nerves finally relaxing.
After leaving the Kane Group building, he had threaded cautiously through the crowds. Only when he stepped onto this familiar ground did the boulder hanging over his heart finally settle.
He raised a hand to wipe nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead, a relaxed smile curling his lips.
Finally, back safe and sound.
Less than a day had passed between his departure from the Fighting Association and his return, yet it felt like an eternity. After all, his experiences in that short span had been a succession of dizzying rises and plunges.
"I wonder whether the Kane Group has noticed anything wrong yet. Judging by the time, they should have by now. The meeting was scheduled for half an hour later. How will their executives react? Especially when they discover that Kasjin is already dead."
Thoughts flickered through Lin Sheng's mind as he imagined the Kane Group's next moves.
It went without saying that Kasjin's death could not stay hidden for long, and it would certainly alarm the Kane Group's other two founders.
Once both Wasteland Martial Beings arrived, a storm of searching would be inevitable.
Even the Alliance would be alerted.
The life that had only just settled down would descend into chaos again. Lin Sheng rubbed his brow, feeling an indescribable weariness.
There was no helping it. Often, keeping a low profile was not simply a matter of wanting to.
Trouble always came knocking.
And then there was the Crimson Prison Society. That fellow Prison Demon was undoubtedly still watching him and might strike at any moment.
Being watched by a Wasteland Martial Being