"Sin City..."
"No wonder all the bombs that lunatic planted only wounded people instead of killing them!"
"He only needed to hold us up long enough to buy himself time to reach Sin City..."
"This should be his last resort."
"But I still think something doesn't add up..."
Zhao Zicheng's voice came through the earpiece.
"Exactly."
"What doesn't add up is that all his previous plans clearly revolved around expanding the Evil Cult. Why would he suddenly retreat and want to clear his name?"
"Was it really for that child?"
"Besides, since Zong Ren chose Sin City as his last resort, he should know something about it. How would he survive there with a child?"
"Most importantly, the intelligence capabilities Zong Ren has demonstrated this time are simply too powerful."
"Even stronger than ours!"
"This isn't intelligence someone in Zong Ren's position could obtain."
Sun Wen kept muttering to himself, his mind racing as he pondered the problems here.
Every plan had two parts: its core and its ultimate objective.
Zong Ren's current ultimate objective was to enter Sin City, so what exactly was the core behind it?
Who exactly had changed his thinking?
That girl?
One girl alone could never make Zong Ren give up so much.
After all, this was what he had always pursued.
It could even be called his ideal, his faith.
People would not readily abandon their faith, unless... they had something greater to pursue!
As long as he cleared his name, he could appear openly before everyone and live more legitimately among the Human Race.
The Ink Pavilion was one party capable of doing that!
But if the Ink Pavilion were involved, Zong Ren would not have massacred another village, nor would he have needed to save himself.
The Ink Pavilion would naturally have