The once-grand Hongzhen Pharmaceutical Tower had fallen into disrepair. It stood empty, with no one even guarding the entrance.
Luo Ning stepped inside in white ankle boots, her tread light. On the ground floor, she looked around. Every pane of glass nearby had been shattered, and someone had swept away the fragments. Only the enormous crater in the floor showed how fierce the battle had been that night.
"Every Murder Ghost the company cultivated is dead. Zhou Longqi, Guan Song, Tu Fang—not one survived. Most of the security staff were killed or wounded, and the few who escaped have no recollection of that 'Troll' at all—"
She tapped the ground with her right foot and rose like a swallow. Wind tossed her long hair as she flew up to the nineteenth floor. She landed in the corridor and looked at the office's shattered glass curtain wall.
"This must be where Zhou Longqi burst out. In the end, the Troll caught and killed him anyway. That person really is strong—far stronger than an Alpha-Class Cyborg. They could well be Beta-class. But how many Beta-class powerhouses does Yuxin City have in the open?"
Though she was in Yuxin, headquarters' intelligence analysts provided her with support. According to the intelligence headquarters had gathered, the vast city had only one Beta-Class Cyborg: Security Bureau chief Qin Shaocheng. Eight or nine out of ten other factions had none.
But when Zhou Longqi and the others died, Qin Shaocheng was in the state capital. He could hardly have split himself in two to come here.
"So that Troll doesn't belong to a local Yuxin faction?"
If so, her trip to Yuxin might be pointless. If the Troll was a dragon crossing the river rather than a snake on its own turf, they might have left Yuxin