The speedboat raced through the broad underground waterway. The foul stench rushing at him made Qin Ran frown slightly, but it did nothing to hinder his observation of the surroundings.
Although he could not match the underground waterway to the streets above ground one by one, Qin Ran still remembered the direction they had traveled since boarding the speedboat.
Never overlooking any clue he could grasp was a habit Qin Ran had long developed.
Vroom, vroom.
The speedboat's engine echoed through the underground waterway. A searchlight at the bow was the only source of light, flashing across the murky water as the boat sped forward. The tall masked man steered the boat, while George gripped its side tightly with both hands, his whole body curled into a ball in the darkness.
"After setting off, the speed has not dropped at all."
"The other party is not only familiar with this place, but has definitely done this more than once."
"In other words, they have brought people in here more than once."
"And the destination we are about to reach must have been built quite some time ago."
"Waiting for the guests they want whenever heavy rain comes... what a nasty personality."
Qin Ran sat opposite George, one hand gripping the railing beside him, his expression grave.
The power the other party had displayed had already surpassed his expectations somewhat.
At the same time, Qin Ran believed there could not be many people capable of possessing such organizational strength.
And among those who had a grudge against him?
There was only the Nored Church.
"Could it be the Nored Church?"
Qin Ran guessed, his gaze instinctively shifting toward the boatman behind him.
The mask was the most ordinary kind, entirely white, with openings only for the eyes. The nose and mouth