Several kilometers from the school, in a deserted alley.
Light flashed again. The cat vanished, and Chen Lin regained his human form.
He took a spare set of clean casual clothes from his Storage Ring and changed, his icy gaze turning toward a certain part of downtown Wucheng.
There lived the Guoan Bureau mole Donald had named, a man who deserved death more than any foreign enemy-the Deputy Bureau Chief, Liu Jin, code-named "Deep Sea"!
"Clear Wind, let's go."
With Clear Wind in tow, Chen Lin hailed a taxi and gave an address-the Heavenly Imperial Residence, Wucheng's most luxurious residential complex.
Outside the windows, the city's neon lights streamed past in a dazzling blur. Chen Lin leaned back and closed his eyes, but his killing intent only grew, boiling ever hotter.
A traitor who held high office, lived on the nation's money, and enjoyed the power entrusted to him by the people, only to sell out his country, collude with foreign enemies, and murder his own people, deserved to be cut to pieces even more than an outright enemy like Donald John!
Inside the top-floor duplex mansion in Building 23 of the Heavenly Imperial Residence.
Wearing a silk robe, his hair already graying, Liu Jin paced anxiously around the living room like an ant on a hot pan.
He clutched a glass of amber whiskey, but his wrist shook uncontrollably, spilling the expensive liquor across the floor without him even noticing.
So much time had passed without a call from Donald. He could no longer sit still.
He had just tried calling him, only to be told the number was out of service range.
It was a satellite phone!
He knew something must have gone wrong!
That monster named Chen Lin was definitely far more dangerous than he appeared!
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