After stirring up a hornet's nest at the Shark Tooth Hotel, Lin Qi wandered casually along the street, frowning.
He had come to Berely with plans of his own, but Wood's affair had been an unforeseen incident, forcing Lin Qi to devote most of his energy to it. Yet following the clues left behind by Wood's case had yielded not the slightest lead—instead, it had already alerted the person behind the scenes.
With a bitter laugh, Lin Qi mocked himself for still being too green. When Abulin had beaten Wood that day, the most rational choice would have been to watch from the sidelines. So long as Abulin had not beaten Wood to death on the spot, Lin Qi would have had a way to save them.
But as the head of the Iron Fist Brotherhood, how could Lin Qi possibly sit by and watch such a thing happen?
And so everything that followed had happened as naturally as water flowing downhill. Lin Qi sighed helplessly and stretched hard.
"Fine. Whoever you are, whatever you're trying to do! I'll just do what I have to do! Sooner or later, I'll run into you!"
With a strange smile, Lin Qi cast aside the gloom that had weighed on him since yesterday and cheerfully slipped into a narrow alley. When he emerged again a while later, he had already resumed the appearance of Mr. Wan En, the wine merchant. He wore a neat dark-patterned silk doublet beneath a silver satin robe, carried an old oak cane topped with an inlaid ruby, and strode briskly down the street with his chin held high.
When Lin Qi reached the vicinity of Victory Palace, Huali's carriage happened to emerge from within the palace.
Lin Qi was on the other side of the road. From the