Jin Yin's gaze was dark as deep water as he stared at the corpse at his feet. Mota's head had been severed from his body, his neck broken by sheer force. Though Jin Yin and Mota had never gotten along, even he fell silent at the sight of Mota's death.
"Where was the Snow Shuttle Ansa brought back headed?" Jin Yin suddenly asked. His voice was shrill, like a cold wind howling, sending a sinister chill seeping into the hearts of everyone who heard it.
"Zha'erqian City," one of his subordinates answered hastily.
"We'll search toward Zha'erqian." Jin Yin glanced at the man who had just spoken and said coldly, "Take two others back with you and report this to Boss Wen or Captain Yuchi."
"Yes!"
Wen always wore a mask. The silver mask was engraved with patterns as fine as silk threads, and a blood-red, diamond-shaped gem was set in the center of its forehead, like an uncanny eye.
Five captains stood before him with their heads respectfully bowed. Of the seven captains, the first squad's captain, Yuchi Bai, had followed Wen the longest-seven years. Wen had been wearing that mask from the very first time Yuchi Bai met him.
No one knew what sort of face lay beneath that faintly sinister mask.
"Jin Yin went after him?"
Wen's voice was very soft and gentle, threaded with a peculiar tremor that seemed to carry a magical power. His long hair fell naturally to his shoulders, smooth and jet-black, with a sheen that made the heart quiver.
"Yes!" Yuchi Bai stepped forward and answered respectfully. He was not tall, standing only a meter seventy, with a square face, thick brows, and plain features. Yet simply standing there, he exuded an unshakable, mountain-like steadiness.
"Mota and the entire third squad were