Chaos was a ladder to ascend.
But how to turn chaos into one's own advantage required careful thought.
The defensive forces appeared lax on the outside but tight within. Wendy had been moved to a safe house, and to help her relax as much as possible and ease her nerves, Ch'en had sent a Forte officer to move her bed from the dormitory into the safe house.
The very bed beneath Wendy's rear.
There was really no need for that.
Sixth Serenade only appeared at night, and the Lungmen Guard Department had never feared a hard battle.
Not to mention that this battle was mixed with quite a few special feelings.
Ch'en's personal motives.
Swire's personal motives.
Hoshiguma had no personal motives, but she was somewhat puzzled. She had already seen Wendy's body—the enormous wings of light, messy hair, and emerald-like eyes were all deeply alluring—yet she simply could not understand.
Why?
She wanted to ask Ch'en. This woman had never trusted others easily, yet she showed an incomprehensible degree of patience toward this girl.
As Ch'en's longtime friend, Hoshiguma sensed that something was off.
"Does it seem like you're carrying someone's heavy trust on your shoulders?"
As expected of a friend of many years, she immediately spotted every suspicious point. "You protect her and look after her. Is it entirely because someone entrusted her to you?"
Ch'en shook her head.
"Not entirely."
Ch'en knew she could not hide it from Hoshiguma, so she simply admitted it.
"Then do what you need to do. After all, it's not easy for someone to have enough faith to entrust something to you."
"What do you mean?"
Ch'en caught a whiff of sarcasm.
Hoshiguma always said she was stupid, but she was actually quite clever. She might even have guessed who had made