A Twist of Fate

After questioning the young commanders from each base and the troops they had brought one by one, an entire morning had passed. By the time the group finally left the conference hall, grumbling with displeased expressions, Shangguan Rong—equally parched—had not even had time for a sip of water before immediately seeking out Murong Luocheng.

"Why has there been no movement from Chu Han all morning?" That was Shangguan Rong's first question.

Murong Luocheng, who had been so busy his feet barely touched the ground, was startled as well. "That's right. His residence was destroyed so badly. With his personality, he shouldn't have been able to tolerate it for even a second. Why hasn't there been any news of him losing his temper all morning?"

"Something's wrong. Let's go take a look!" Shangguan Rong strode off without another word.

"General, shouldn't you rest a little?" Murong Luocheng could not help but urge him, worried about Shangguan Rong's health.

"The research institute was destroyed. How can I rest?" Shangguan Rong grew furious at the mention of it.

"Oh, right." Murong Luocheng suddenly remembered something urgent. "The fire at the research institute has been brought under control. We should be able to enter it this afternoon."

"Keep increasing the efforts. Don't lose any clues either. Put the entire city under martial law." Shangguan Rong issued his orders sharply as he headed toward Chu Han's residence.

"Yes!" Murong Luocheng hurriedly relayed the orders to his adjutant while quickening his pace to catch up with Shangguan Rong.

From last night until this morning, the entire Nandu Base had been swamped with work. It truly proved the saying that wherever Chu Han went, unrest followed.

When they rushed to Chu Han's residence, Shangguan Rong immediately sensed that something was off outside the utterly silent front gate.