New York City's downtown was incomparably bustling at night. It had already been transformed by the Kingdom organization, and the night sky was filled with Inner World-like holographic neon lights.
Zheng Yuandong and Qing Chen walked down the street. Suddenly, beneath the chaotic neon lights, someone brushed past Qing Chen. After their figures crossed, a small slip of paper appeared in Qing Chen's hand.
He opened it and glanced over it twice. After confirming its contents, he crushed it between his fingers.
"We're here," Zheng Yuandong said, looking at a manhole cover. "It's down there?" Qing Chen asked.
"Mm." Zheng Yuandong sighed. "Back when He Jinqiu joined us in raiding Kingdom's headquarters, he ruthlessly buried the dead Transcendents in the underground pipelines to feed the creatures in the sewers, intending to biologically contaminate New York. Although the Transcendents he buried weren't high-level, incidents of rats and insects injuring people have become frequent in New York lately."
Zheng Yuandong said, "The last time He Jinqiu returned, he asked me to deal with this. He said that he'd been blinded by killing intent at the time. Even if they had been enemies, dragging tens of millions of ordinary people in an entire city into it was still too cruel. We had plenty of ways to target Kingdom, but he chose the simplest and most brutal one. In the final moments of his life, he asked me to make up for it and save things before they turned into a catastrophe."
Qing Chen opened the manhole cover and took a look. The nauseating stench of rotting flesh rushed into his nose. The corpse in the sewer had already been gnawed down to bare bones. When the light from above shone inside, they also saw a group of fat rats gnawing at the body.