Xiao Qian Duyue leaned against the back seat, lowered her phone thoughtfully, folded her arms across her chest, and said softly:
"Of Branch No. 10's twenty-seven employees, twenty-one have now died.
Logically, when the Major Event occurred, they should have lost faith in Heavenly Sea and tried to flee as well.
But I checked the news apps. From the outbreak three hours ago until now, there hasn't been a single report of a serious criminal case."
Xiao Qian's profession gave her a perspective unlike before, and she began connecting reality with the hotel.
Fang Shenyan kept his eyes straight ahead, still wholly focused on driving.
At his words, a strange light flickered in his eyes, but clearly, he was not considering the question Xiao Qian had raised.
As the speeding sedan tore through the rain curtain and drew ever closer to the lone building, Ji Li in the passenger seat replied faintly:
"Because all twenty-one employees were killed by those seventeen ghosts."
Ji Li lit another cigarette. The red in his eyes was beginning to fade, but boundless exhaustion spilled from his voice, low and heavy.
His condition had been terrible before, leaving him with barely any rationality to use.
But as he gradually came back to himself, he could already infer part of the situation from those unanswered calls and unread messages.
Dozens of missed calls indicated just how dire things had become;
The disappearance of Cheng Ming and Quan Liang meant that Branch No. 10's nominal and actual leaders were both in an extremely terrible situation.
And the last call had come dozens of minutes ago.
Ji Li knew there was no saving any of it now, especially after Heavenly Sea had already sentenced Branch No. 10 to death.
Quan Liang, Cheng Ming, and everyone at Branch No.