Le Yu actually had no need to be there tonight.
He had already sent White Night all the details of the plan. All he had to do now was watch White Night perform. The plan had no part for him, Jing Zhengwei, to play, either—he could not openly help White Night unless he wanted to drag the Jing family down with him.
Although dragging the Jing family down with him would also have been an excellent choice, Le Yu's current target was the big fish known as the Silver Blood Society. A mere Jing family naturally did not merit his attention.
But Le Yu still came, deliberately switching his shift to the middle of the night.
After all, this was a plan he had devised. He knew the activation time and every detail, and with his status as squad leader, if anything went wrong for White Night, he could still cover for him.
Besides, with something this serious happening, even if Le Yu had stayed home, he would have rushed to the Half-City District at the first opportunity. Whether he was on duty or not actually made little difference. If he stayed home, worry would only leave him restless. He would not even be able to sleep soundly while holding Qing Lan. He might as well come on duty.
Most importantly—
Le Yu wanted to see whether the fire he had lit could truly burn across the entire Half-City District.
Le Yu's thought was not difficult to understand. For example, murderers sometimes returned to the scene of the crime to admire their great achievement. Or, if you had taken a massive dump, you probably could not resist turning back to admire your magnificent work.
Authors wrote novels and wanted to hear readers' praise to satisfy their need for recognition.
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