Wang Qing's hatred for Vassily ran deep. If not for this fellow, she would never have ended up like this.
Although Vassily had clearly tried to evade responsibility or downplay his role in certain parts of his account, Wang Qing was not so easily fooled. After thinking it over and comparing everything before and after, she could naturally tell where Vassily had lied.
In any case, Vassily could not escape responsibility for what had happened to her. She wanted to strike directly and send him on his way, but she had no choice but to hold back. Chen Mo was the one who decided whether Vassily lived or died. Or rather, even her own life and death were up to Chen Mo.
Wang Qing glared furiously at Vassily, committing the utterly ordinary-looking Western man's face to memory before turning and leaving.
Chen Mo swept the area with his Spiritual Sense and found Wang Qing heading to a corner of the warehouse area, hiding in a dark spot. The sun was already shining brightly outside, which was not particularly friendly to a Half-Human Half-Ghost like her, so she deliberately sought out the darkest corners she could find.
As for taking this chance to escape, that was truly impossible. Wang Qing still had Chen Mo's Restriction on her, so there was no chance of running. She did not dare try either. If she made it only a short distance before dying, it would be too late for regret.
Chen Mo turned to look at Vassily. He felt that the fellow had already confessed nearly everything, and his usefulness as a tool was more or less gone. So he stepped forward and knocked him unconscious.
Vassily had not even reacted before passing out.
Even as he lost consciousness, one thought still lingered in