"Where did Mr. World Mind go?" Abigail hurried into the hotel room and asked Honglian.
Honglian calmly poured tea for the two of them. "Have a seat first. He has some preparations to make and will be back soon."
It was six in the afternoon.
The sky gradually turned dusky yellow, and lights across the city flickered on one by one, propping up the lingering glow of the sunset while heralding the arrival of another sleepless night.
Abigail sighed and sat down on the sofa helplessly. Wanderers were notoriously undisciplined and unorganized; working with them made accidents all too likely. She just had not expected the other side to start "freestyling" on the very first day.
But she truly had no one else she could use.
After receiving her adjutant's notification, she could only ask her own lawyer to contact a cleaning company and have them seal off the Gospel Faction's safehouse under the pretense of a "whole-house cleaning," lest they sneak back to destroy the scene.
For an inspector to be reduced to this state was quite pathetic.
Out of politeness, Abigail took a sip of tea before she could not help asking, "When you worked with him, was he often... like this?"
"...Like what?" Honglian did not react for a moment.
"Self-centered, always taking unconventional paths."
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly. In a sense, Chen Xuan really was like that. "But he is still somewhat different from other Illegal Wanderers."
"How is he different?"
"When he comes up with an idea of his own, he can usually accomplish his goal." Honglian smiled.
Abigail raised her brow slightly. Though her eyes could not be seen, the subtle expression clearly conveyed doubt.
"Don't forget who exposed the Dimensional Limit Organization to the public, and who brought down the