Garrison

Xu Wuyi fell silent for a few seconds, then said, "Yes."

Fang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, a smile appearing on her face.

But she quickly thought of another question. "But Li Mingyuan is a quasi-Grandmaster, the deputy commander of the Sky Swallow Battle Corps, and a member of the Li family. Even if we have evidence, what can we do to him?"

Xu Wuyi did not answer immediately.

He looked toward the distant horizon, watching the last trace of dark crimson vanish beneath it, watching the night slowly envelop the city.

After a long while, he said, "No matter who he is, if he breaks the law, he must pay the price."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked at him and suddenly found the masked man even harder to fathom than before.

It was not that he did not know Li Mingyuan's identity, nor was it that he did not know how difficult this matter would be. Yet he had still done it, without the slightest hesitation.

Was it because he had enough confidence, or because he was truly that pure?

Fang Xiaoxiao did not know the answer.

But she suddenly felt fortunate—fortunate that she was his teammate rather than his enemy.

The convoy drove out of the villa district and vanished into the night.

In a distant high-rise, someone stood by the window, watching those vehicles gradually disappear into the distance. He lowered the binoculars in his hand, picked up his personal terminal, and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, the call connected.

The man spoke in a low voice. "Commander Li, the Inspection Department took something from Wang Haidong's villa. Judging by Wang Haidong's expression, his leverage must have fallen into that group's hands."

There was a long silence