Modu, Sheshan.
The only mountain in this international metropolis.
It rose barely a hundred meters, but in Modu, where every inch of land was precious, it was a rare sight.
Few people knew that deep within Sheshan, behind high walls and electric fences, lay Bureau 7's Modu branch headquarters.
Rumble!
A convoy of black vehicles slipped inside and stopped in a broad square.
Bang!
The doors opened.
Yue Xiaofei, Lin Tiejun, Jin Dapao, Ouyang Jian, and the old man who had remained silent throughout were roughly shoved out.
Hou Liangbing got out last. He straightened his crisp suit, unable to hide the smugness on his face.
He looked over these prisoners who had once seemed untouchable and now wore handcuffs. The thrill of being in control filled him.
Everything was going according to his script.
Perfect!
But Yue Xiaofei did not look at Hou Liangbing at all.
From the moment he stepped out, his attention had been fixed on the enormous statue in the center of the square.
Several meters tall and carved from rough stone, it depicted a warrior.
The warrior was lean and powerfully built, with sharply defined muscles. He held an odd pose, as though pounding his chest with his fist.
But his chest was what drew the eye.
It was hollow!
Inside the heart-shaped opening, some kind of lamp glowed red.
From a distance, it looked like a heart burning fiercely in the flames!
"This... this is..."
Yue Xiaofei stared at the statue.
Its face was indistinct, yet somehow, in those blurred features and that upright figure, he saw something familiar.
That bearing, that build...
It looked so much like his grandfather, Yue Qinhu, when he was young!
Tap, tap, tap!
Without realizing it, he took a few steps toward the statue.
On its massive base,