Although Sister Hong's appearance had been unexpected, Yang Jian did not want to come into conflict with her at such a critical moment. He was even willing to spend some ghost money to cooperate with her.
"It's dawn."
Yang Jian raised his head and glanced slightly toward the horizon.
It was already five in the morning. The sky was gradually brightening, and this dark night had finally passed. Yet he did not feel relieved; instead, he felt increasingly urgent, because another day passing meant the Ghost Ship's landing was drawing closer.
He did not complain. He continued on to the next destination.
This time, Yang Jian arrived at Headquarters.
Although it was five in the morning, Headquarters was still brightly lit. Many staff members were working through the night.
Yang Jian's sudden arrival immediately drew the attention of Headquarters' staff. Once the news was reported, Cao Yanhua, who had not slept all night and whose eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, hurried over with two assistants.
Yang Jian glanced at him. "Cao Yanhua, you'll easily drop dead from overwork if you keep looking like that. You should get some rest."
"It's not that easy to drop dead. Don't worry."
Cao Yanhua rubbed his face to wake himself up. "The situation in Dadong City only ended not long ago at this hour. Why have you come to Headquarters? Is something important happening?"
"It's nothing important. I'm going to Headquarters' warehouse to take some supernatural items." Yang Jian said.
Cao Yanhua immediately understood. "Ghost candles and substitute dolls? You only needed to make a call. I could have someone deliver them to you. There was no need for you to come personally."
"I'm more efficient when I act myself," Yang Jian said.
"Little Liu, take Captain Yang to the warehouse," Cao Yanhua immediately