Time Was Running Out
Half a day had passed since Zhang Heng and Decius first met. The two had also made a huge circuit around Rome, racing nonstop from Binota Mine to the Southeast District, then to Klaus's apartment.
As the investigation deepened, the truth behind the mine shutdown was gradually coming to light.
The key figure was, of course, the man with the red birthmark on his face—Amidio. As the intermediary, he had arranged a meeting with Cob and ultimately made the whole thing happen. Finding him meant finding the mastermind behind it all.
And now, Zhang Heng and Decius stood beneath Amidio's apartment building.
The sun was about to set.
Amidio's residence was far more remote than Klaus's. Though it was not as chaotic as the Southeast District, it was still a slum. Most who lived here were short-term tenants, paying rent weekly; those who could not pay were thrown out. As a lobbyist for the Senate, Amidio was not as famous as Klaus, but he should not have fallen so low.
With his income, he could easily afford a better place. There was only one reason he had chosen to live here: to keep a low profile.
Clearly, he knew that what he did was not something that could stand the light of day, and he wanted to avoid attention as much as possible. Zhang Heng also guessed that Amidio did not live here permanently and likely changed locations every so often.
Decius did not much like the atmosphere on the street. At the same time, his stomach began to growl, reminding him that it was time to eat. Normally, he would already have finished work, returned home, sat at the dining table, and waited for the servants to bring steaming food before him.
But he knew