The Demonic Monk

It was already past midnight.

Ruan Xiu glanced at the window and asked, "Have you still not found him?"

Behind her, the middle-aged man known as Uncle Dao respectfully replied,

"Not yet, Miss Ruan."

Ruan Xiu smiled. "We've really met our match this time."

"Clearly, he's still hiding somewhere inside the base."

"He calculated that our blockade could only last one night."

"Any longer, and the base authorities won't agree."

Uncle Dao thought for a moment before saying, "Miss Ruan, what if we offer the base some benefits?"

Ruan Xiu shook her head. "There's no need."

"One night is one night."

"But don't forget, that man killed someone in the teahouse yesterday."

"Now that someone has died, the base can't just stand by and do nothing, can it?"

Uncle Dao suddenly understood. "I see."

"I'll notify the base right away."

Ruan Xiu waved her hand. "No need. I already sent someone to the base's Enforcement Team."

"If the base does nothing tomorrow, we'll apply a little pressure."

Uncle Dao nodded. "All right."

"Go down and get some rest."

"There won't be any results tonight." With that, Ruan Xiu also returned to her room.

And so, the night passed.

The next morning.

Luo Yan bought breakfast downstairs and learned some news while he was at it.

Last night, Tianfu Group had blockaded the base, resulting in several clashes.

Everyone was now discussing what Tianfu Group was suddenly up to.

In addition, some people had already left the base during the day. Judging by that, the base's blockade had been lifted.

When he returned to the room, Luo Yan saw that Song Qiutang was still fiddling with "Chaoyin."

The bullet holes in the device were still there, but its internal components had already been replaced.

Song Qiutang was trying to turn it