So, I'm Leaving?

It was already getting late. Lin Qi stepped outside, glanced at his watch, and headed toward his room.

"Tell your Leader that I'm going to rest. If there's anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Lin Qi had to thank everyone in this world for speaking the same language. Otherwise, communication alone would have become a major problem.

For example, if two soldiers who couldn't understand what he was saying pointed guns at his head and told him to "sit," just thinking about it was terrifying.

Sometimes, those in higher positions were easy to persuade. On the contrary, the rigid people in lower positions were difficult to convince. Of course, their unwillingness to adapt was part of the reason.

The moment he pushed the door open, Lin Qi knew someone had been there. There were simply too many details.

He frowned slightly and looked toward the bedroom. There were splashes of blood on the wall. As they slowly trickled downward, they left vertical streaks across it.

He went inside, glanced at the Female Manager lying utterly dead on the bed, then left the room. He did not even speak with Penny to confirm whether she had been harmed.

Who knew whether someone was hiding in here? At the same time, he knew that the Female Manager's death was a warning from the Beret.

He intended to use this method to tell Lin Qi that everything was still under his control.

Lin Qi returned to the sofa in the Living Room and sat down. Ten or twenty minutes later, just as he was preparing to rest, the Beret suddenly barged in.

His face was covered in an extremely false smile. He raised the liquor bottle in his hand. "Hey, friend, mind having a drink with me?"

Several soldiers rushed in behind