"Mr. Gong?"
Lin Wan'er recognized the person who had arrived.
As soon as she spoke, the figure by the window turned around. Even the well-traveled Lin Wan'er couldn't help but feel a chill at the sight of his face, which was covered in blood-red fissures.
With every breath, the fissures slowly split open, revealing the raw, crimson flesh beneath, like the gills of a fish.
Seeing Gong Zhe in this state and thinking of everything that had happened recently, Lin Wan'er began to piece things together.
She had received reports that the Night Watch had been on high alert lately. The reason was that branch heads stationed across the country were being killed one after another. Just last night, three branch heads and more than twenty skilled guards had been killed together.
The entire Night Watch had descended into chaos. Unsurprisingly, everyone was pointing the finger at Deep Crimson, attributing the attacks to its revenge against the Night Watch.
"Should I call you Miss Lin, or... Specialist Lin?" Gong Zhe's pupils contracted. His eyes had turned into golden slits, and when he opened his mouth, he revealed rows of crisscrossing fangs. His voice no longer sounded human.
Rather than a man, he looked like an evil spirit.
Lin Wan'er's voice was as calm as ever. "That depends on what you want with me, Mr. Gong."
In fact, as soon as Gong Zhe spoke, Lin Wan'er had felt relieved. It seemed things hadn't reached their worst yet. Otherwise, this place would likely have been littered with corpses by now.
A completely uncontrollable Gong Zhe could certainly do that. The reason the Xia Family had once dared to leave the Night Watch without fearing retribution from the other twelve families was that Xia Tan and Gong Zhe were there to hold the