It wasn't just Qian Xiaoling who wanted to see it. Chen Long and the others also wanted to know whether the elites from Sili could agree to Lu Chengchuan's terms.
"I shouldn't get involved in your internal affairs. You should handle it yourselves."
Faced with their expectant looks, Lu Chengchuan still shook his head.
He wasn't combative, nor was he some petty, murderous maniac who would fight someone to the death over a single remark. As long as it didn't touch his bottom line, he wouldn't go looking for trouble.
"Brother Lu, you're so strong. They definitely won't be able to hit you."
"Enough with this nonsense. Behave yourselves and don't go stirring up trouble."
Seeing that they were still talking about it, Zhou Yaning couldn't listen any longer and stepped in to shut them up.
Once the captain spoke, they obediently fell silent, and Lu Chengchuan finally got some peace and quiet.
More than half an hour later, two cars drove to the west side of the city and arrived beneath the building where the World Hunter Cult followers had held their ritual. After getting out, Zhou Yaning pointed upward.
"It's on the eighteenth floor. Shall we go take a look?"
Lin Jing nodded. Zhou Yaning led the group upstairs, with Lu Chengchuan and the others following behind. They returned to the eighteenth floor.
The Blood Mist had vanished completely. It might have merged with the black fog, making it impossible for them to see it.
On the eighteenth floor, Lin Jing and the others paced back and forth across the dilapidated room. The rubble had been cleared away, leaving only a few small stones and dust.
"Those people didn't leave any traces behind. Or maybe we just haven't found them."
After the Blood Mist disappeared, the military came