It was the third watch of the night.
The Slaughterhouse's gates had long since closed, and its workers had already gone home. Only an elderly hired gatekeeper remained in a small room behind the gates.
But by now, overcome by drowsiness, the old man was already snoring away in the room's reclining chair.
A figure swept across the high wall on one side of the Slaughterhouse like a ghost, landed lightly on the ground inside, then strode toward the building that housed the production line.
To have opened a factory on the outskirts of Pengjie City, Myron had naturally established good relations with the nearby Gang long ago. He had no fear of anyone coming to steal, so apart from two cameras installed at the gates and warehouse, there was no surveillance equipment anywhere else.
The figure made his way with practiced ease to a wide-open window in the factory building and slipped inside in a flash. Pale yellow spirit inscription patterns flashed briefly in his eyes before he headed toward the entrance to the production line's passage.
His face was expressionless and covered in tattoos, his hair dyed red and yellow. It was none other than Wang Yu in Dyson's guise.
Although this body of his was mortal flesh, infiltrating the place was still easy with a Lightness Technique spell cast on it.
Now, he used the Qi-Observing Technique to examine the two pale silver electric stunners at the passage entrance.
The two stunners were as thick as an arm, with oval tips, resembling a pair of hefty metal rods.
But in Wang Yu's eyes, everything gave off a pale yellow halo except the tips of those rod-like stunners. Those were pitch-black, wreathed in mist, with even wisps of cold air curling around them.
The yellow spirit inscription patterns