"But this time, I'm afraid it's not something I can get involved in..." Thinking of the battle Xia Hanshi had taken part in before, his expression shifted. "Looks like I can only report it anonymously."
He found a map of Southwind City on the virtual screen projected by his wristband and carefully gauged the approximate location.
"It should be here..." He stared at that area. It was also in the inner city, marked on the map as—the Trade General Warehouse.
"At this hour, Old Sun should be off work." Su Chen pondered. "I'll send you another big gift."
He immediately leaned over the desk, pulled out a sheet of paper, picked up a pen in his right hand, thought for a moment, then switched to writing with his right hand.
He guessed this matter was no small affair. The higher-ups would definitely trace the source of the letter in the end, so he couldn't tell Old Sun openly.
After finishing, he stuffed it into an envelope and set it aside for the moment. Rubbing his hands together, he began settling the [Path of Slaughter].
[Path of Slaughter objective completed. Storm Hunter is ecstatic. Profession transformation in progress...]
The words [Path of Slaughter] scattered away and gradually merged into [Storm Hunter], which began to distort as well.
Crackle! Crackle!
Indigo electric arcs burst deep within Su Chen's pupils. Fine web-like patterns of electricity emerged across his eyeballs, every strand of hair stood up like a steel needle, and tiny arcs dancing between the tips of his hair crackled sharply.
A numb sensation ran through his entire body. Sharp cracks of bones shifting came from his chest, and his spine felt as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
His blood boiled, forming dark crimson tides beneath his