Feeling the power emanating from the Execution House, Gao Ming did not know whether having Weird Wish remain in his heart was a blessing or a curse.
"I'm carrying more and more things in my heart."
The meat fragrance dissipated. Gao Ming concealed the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God's aura and prepared to thank the factory manager. Before he could voice his gratitude for the man's help, the black dog in his shadow sensed danger.
The Wish Factory had not fully returned to normal after Weird Wish left. Something stirred in the darkness, and vehicles silently pulled up outside the factory one after another.
"Looks like my uncle can't wait anymore." Wang Jie stood beside Gao Ming and the First Team Leader, looking gleeful at their predicament.
"Director Qu, what's the meaning of this?" The First Team Leader stroked his watch, his expression darkening.
"Wang Jie's family would like to invite you over. You don't come to South City often, so we ought to show you some hospitality." The factory manager knew Wang Jie's Uncle had been keeping an eye on the Wish House, but watching through cameras and experiencing it firsthand were two entirely different things. He operated the communicator in his pocket, sending repeated warnings in the hope that the people from the South City Investigation Bureau would keep their cool.
"I have other things to do. I'll visit another time." Gao Ming refused outright, parted the crowd, and headed downstairs. None of the gray-clad employees dared stop him.
When he reached the factory entrance, the headlights came on. Fully armed investigators had assembled, and the vehicles behind them carried all kinds of dangerous curses—enough to destroy a small sick district.
"Is this how South City treats its guests?" Ever since returning to Hanhai, Gao Ming had been preparing to