Tower City Patrol Brigade.
Headquarters.
Wan Ling stood alone by the window, gazing at the city with its few scattered lights, and sighed inwardly.
Ever since that mysterious youth had slain Hong An of the Yellow Springs Merchant Association, the powerful figures who had been about to emerge had gone quiet again. The citywide lockdowns had stopped as well.
Seizing this opportunity.
Everyone in the city, from wealthy families to ordinary folk, had chosen to flee as quickly as possible.
The road to Cold City might be fraught with danger.
But staying in Tower City meant certain death.
Anyone in their right mind knew which choice to make.
Even the patrol officers in the Tower City Patrol Brigade had been dwindling day by day lately. Finding twenty people in the entire headquarters building would be quite an achievement now.
Wan Ling saw nothing wrong with that.
Even ants clung to life, let alone living people.
They had never lacked courage when facing supernatural threats and vicious criminals. But in the current situation, staying would only reduce them to dust. Forget fighting back—they would not even have a chance to cry out.
Rather than die pointlessly, they might as well each flee for their lives.
"I still can't reach Brother Liu. Has someone secretly cut off our communications, or has something kept him occupied?" Wan Ling returned to his chair, picked up the wineglass on his desk, and took a small sip.
The only reason he was still in Tower City was that Brother Liu had sent him a message half a month ago.
He had told him to keep a close watch on movements within the city.
"A few more forces from the Supernatural World have arrived, but I can't tell which factions they belong to."
"But they probably aren't