Meng Chao found a half-abandoned building opposite Number 702.
Like a gecko, he silently climbed up to the rooftop.
From the rooftop, he carefully scanned the surroundings across seven or eight streets, constructing a lifelike model deep within his mind. After repeated simulations, he formulated a combat and escape plan.
Within a radius of three to five hundred meters, there was almost no sound to be heard.
Below, there was only a Dumpling Restaurant that had already closed for the night. Its rolling shutter was half-lowered, while seven or eight idle men from the neighborhood remained inside, chatting loudly with the owner over a dozen or so dumplings, half a crate of beer, and a television hanging from the ceiling.
Naturally, they were discussing what had just happened at the Xinhui Trading Building.
"Do you know what those rich people eat? Diamond Nine-Headed Dragon liver! Fresh, still twitching and flopping, just cut out and sliced into transparent slivers for dipping! When it comes to enjoying themselves, those bastards really know how!"
"Of course it's true. My second granduncle's third cousin's youngest son works as a waiter inside the Xinhui Trading Building!"
"He told me there's even a bathhouse in the building, and the bathwater is all Gene Serum. Pools this big—this big—bigger than swimming pools. They replace an entire pool of Gene Serum every two hours. Once the old stuff gets dirty, they just open the sluice and flush it down the drain."
"Of course you won't see scenes like that on television. They cut it all out. If they let you see it, wouldn't everyone rise up in revolt?"
Meng Chao pushed his Extraordinary Vision and hearing to their limits.
His Life Magnetic Field instantly penetrated the merely decorative rolling shutter.
He saw a middle-aged man in his fifties