Ye Hua hurried down the streets of District 25, every step cautious. She knew that although this district was relatively independent, any careless move in such a tense situation could expose her location. Her heart raced in her chest, but outwardly she remained calm and composed.
If she had known nothing, everything would have been fine. But she already knew that an invisible pair of hands controlled Dragon City. Even with an expressionless face, she could not possibly remain untroubled inside.
Perhaps District 25 had already been almost completely infiltrated, with only a little left untouched.
On the outskirts of District 25, most of the surrounding buildings were old residences and abandoned factories, giving the area a desolate, lonely feel. Ye Hua scanned her surroundings, searching for somewhere to hide. She needed a safe, secluded place to lie low for a while, one that could also serve as a stable base for her next plans.
At last, her gaze settled on a small, seemingly abandoned warehouse. Its exterior was dilapidated, surrounded by climbing vines and weeds, and it looked as though no one had visited in a long time. Ye Hua approached cautiously, listening closely to the sounds around her to make sure no one had noticed her movements.
She gently pushed open the warehouse door. It gave a soft creak, and Ye Hua slipped inside before carefully closing it behind her. The interior was dark, with only a few shafts of sunlight filtering through the damaged roof. She quickly adjusted to the light and began inspecting the warehouse.
The warehouse was piled with old belongings and miscellaneous junk, seemingly remnants of a past people had forgotten. Ye Hua found a relatively secluded corner among them, where old boxes and fabric provided enough cover for her needs.
She sat in