"Watch out! Sniper!"
The old inspector reacted swiftly. As he shouted a warning to Qin Ran, he rolled backward with textbook precision and took cover in the window's blind spot.
Then he saw Qin Ran standing exactly where he had been, without moving a muscle.
"2567..."
Bang!
Crash!
The old inspector instinctively tried to warn Qin Ran, but the sound of shattering glass cut him off before he could finish.
Amid the noise, someone was hurled straight into the room.
The old inspector hadn't even seen how the man had come in. He only concluded that the man had been "hurled" inside because of his wretched condition.
His face was covered in glass shards and blood, and his limbs were twisted to varying degrees.
But the old inspector paid little attention to those injuries. The moment he spotted a certain tattoo on the man's neck, it seized his full attention.
"You recognize that tattoo?"
Qin Ran glanced at the pentagram tattoo as he asked.
The pentagram before him wasn't a magic circle, merely a superficial imitation. It contained no arcane script, much less an incantation to activate it.
"Yes."
"Remember Ford, the man I just told you about?"
"That's his personal mark. Only his trusted inner circle is allowed to bear that tattoo."
The old inspector nodded, his expression grave.
"Delin Street, where the clashes first started?"
Qin Ran murmured to himself.
With his memory, Qin Ran naturally hadn't forgotten what the old inspector had just told him. Still, he hadn't expected the sniper to come from there.
Qin Ran had originally assumed the man was just an ordinary person seeking revenge on the old inspector under cover of the chaos.
Clearly, however, the man had a more direct objective.
And that was good news for Qin Ran, who already