The Most Romantic Thing I Can Think Of

Chen Ge had thought things through clearly while heading upstairs. The Shadow and Dr. Gao had both suffered heavy losses; what kind of killing trap could be set up in such a rush?

The Shadow did not know how many Red-Clad Specter Chen Ge still had. As long as Chen Ge was given the chance to awaken a Red-Clad Specter, the Shadow's odds of winning would be slim.

Even if Chen Ge were lured into a trap, with the protection of a top-tier Red-Clad Specter, he would not necessarily die.

Therefore, under these circumstances, the Shadow might use a different method to kill Chen Ge.

Instead of relying on the power of ghosts, he could use other means, such as Li Zheng's service weapon.

If Chen Ge had no guard against Li Zheng, he would never summon a Red-Clad Specter for protection when Li Zheng approached.

At that moment, the Shadow only needed to hide his Malice, preventing the Red-Clad Specter from sensing it, then pull out the service weapon and gently pull the trigger to send Chen Ge to his death.

Compared to wasting a massive amount of time crafting a trap that might not even work, this was the simplest and most effective method.

The Shadow knew that the further up the building they went, the more the Red-Clad Specter would be suppressed.

Those Black Substance likely originated from an existence above the Red-Clad Specter, capable of exerting significant influence over them. With these things interfering, his chances of success would be even higher.

In fact, everything was proceeding according to his expectations, but the final result exceeded them. Before he could even draw Li Zheng's service weapon, Chen Ge had already perceived his true identity.

In the pitch-black corridor, Blood Mist drifted, and the sound of children