Meanwhile, at the Fuxing Pollutant Treatment Company in Liu Su District, in the chairman's office.
Lin Lun sat expressionlessly in his executive chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee as he listened to his secretary's report.
"Everyone from Hidden Dragon Hall... was taken out." The secretary stood in the shadows. The light filtering through a gap in the curtains fell exactly two inches in front of his shoes, like a line drawn between him and Lin Lun.
"Mm." Lin Lun nodded and took a small sip of coffee.
"The Public Security Bureau sent word that they received orders from above to clean up the scene... and, and..."
"And what?"
"And their superiors explicitly told them not to interfere in anything happening in the district today." The secretary said, "Boss, it seems the higher-ups are... coming after us."
"If they aren't coming after us, who else would they be coming after?" Lin Lun asked with a half-smile.
"Could that thing... have been exposed?" A bead of sweat slid down the side of the secretary's face, fell, and was instantly absorbed by the carpet.
"It was bound to be exposed sooner or later," Lin Lun said. "You should have prepared yourself for that."
"I... I know... it's just..." The secretary hesitated. "What should we do now? According to the eyes outside, that Peacekeeper seems to be heading this way."
"A Peacekeeper? Even now, you still think that person is merely a Peacekeeper?" Lin Lun set down his coffee, raised his head, and stared coldly at his secretary.
"Ah..."
"Hidden Dragon Hall sent thirty-five people. Thirty-five against one... Even if all thirty-five were useless, even if the other side had a gun, didn't Hidden Dragon Hall have guns too? All thirty-five were wiped out... and you still think that person is just a