Bao An's death had nothing to do with anything else. It was merely the opposition between factions.
As for how Huangfu Jiajia would walk the path ahead, that would depend on her own choice.
A mission matter was settled as a mission matter.
Ji Li always had reasons for killing. He would not use this as an excuse to get rid of Huangfu Jiajia.
And in truth, that young girl was not much of a threat to him.
Twenty seconds passed.
Ji Li had arrived at the Third Floor. He paused there once again and gazed into its depths.
Chen Hansheng had died here, and Fang Shenyan was here as well.
Perhaps before long, the two from the Seventh Branch would meet, and that would determine the final outcome of this Manager Mission.
Huangfu Jiajia's death had come from the First Floor.
Ji Li, meanwhile, stopped on the Second Floor. Without hesitation, he pushed open the stairwell door and walked straight in.
This resolute, decisive display had clearly been planned long ago.
With an extremely clear objective, he advanced swiftly, passing one sealed door after another until he reached the final room.
Room 0215.
Strictly speaking, this was Ji Li's first time arriving at this room in person.
Last time, he had merely observed it through fragmented images from the Evil Spirit.
Ji Li easily pushed open the half-closed door, as though it had been prepared for him long ago.
Room 0215 looked exactly as he remembered.
It was filthy and chaotic, with nowhere to set foot, making one physically uncomfortable.
He frowned slightly, crossed the Living Room, and kicked open the bedroom door.
A skinny man in a white undershirt sat before the computer, holding a bowl of instant noodles and staring at him blankly.
Confusion and fear swirled