In order to hide himself—or rather, to avoid drawing attention and leaving any obvious traces—the Martial Artist had parked near the entrance of the residential area while avoiding both the residential area's surveillance cameras and the cameras along the road.
Chen Mo found that quite gratifying. Wasn't this just making things convenient for him?
Heh heh!
Since he had needed to follow the Martial Artist to his destination, he had held back from making a move and merely trailed behind him.
But now that he knew where this man lived, as well as where Wang Ling lived, he had also guessed that this Martial Artist was probably not the Ghost Spirit himself, but merely the Ghost Spirit's assistant—or one of the Ghost Spirit's gloves.
So, he intended to question this fellow properly and see whether he could get anything out of him.
As the Martial Artist avoided the surveillance cameras and walked through the shadows, he pressed himself against a wall at an intersection, preparing to turn the corner. Suddenly, a hair-raising sensation rose within him, but he had no idea where it came from.
Just as he stood at a loss, unable to take another step, a hand suddenly reached out from around the corner and grabbed for his throat.
It was incredibly fast. In an instant, it had already clamped around his neck. The Martial Artist had tried to dodge backward from the very beginning, but he could not evade it at all.
With a whoosh, someone seized him by the neck and swiftly carried him away from the corner.
As the scenery flashed past his eyes, the Martial Artist realized that he seemed to have been captured by someone far more powerful and taken out of the residential area. He did not know where he was being