"Was Vortex also modified by you?" Jiang Cheng asked without thinking, recalling the image of Vortex in his mind.
But this time, Liu Hui slowly shook her head. "Vortex is different. He didn't undergo any modifications. At most, we only guided him, and... he was only brought here recently."
The answer surprised Jiang Cheng. "When he was brought here, was he already... already like that?"
Recalling Vortex's height and build, he was a very burly, muscular guy who looked like an adult.
"More or less. He was already wearing a mask when they brought him here, and we never saw his real face. He's very averse to physical contact, so we didn't dare provoke him too much." Liu Hui turned to look toward the iron door, as if she could see through it to the outside. "Also, Vortex seems... seems unable to speak."
Jiang Cheng had already marked Vortex as important in his mind. The Night Watch would never abandon someone so important, so their top priority now was to protect Vortex and keep him separate from the other Deep Red members. Otherwise, if anything went wrong, these Deep Red members could instantly become terrifying killing machines under Vortex's command.
That was what he thought, but he kept his expression neutral. "When I arrived, my intelligence operatives told me that a group of Night Watch remnants had infiltrated this place. Where are they?"
"They're dead," Liu Hui said with certainty.
"How did they die?"
"The Deep Red members under Vortex's command killed them." Liu Hui remained calm. "The bodies you saw earlier were theirs."
The fatty couldn't help feeling surprised. "Why?"
"Because Vortex sensed an ominous aura on them. It turned out his judgment was right. We found a classified document on their bodies, sent by the Night Watch's top