「Inside the data center.」
Wu Liangchen was drenched in blood; whether it was his enemies' or his own, he couldn't tell. He was like an Asura bursting forth from hell itself. He held no fixed weapon—any piece of scrap metal he could grab became a deadly instrument in his hands. Before this peerless killer, the elite guards were routed in an instant.
He had carved a bloody path, breaking free from the data center's heavy containment.
Without pausing for a moment, he raced back to the nondescript apartment building.
The moment he pushed the door open, Wu Liangchen's heart plummeted.
The room was a mess—tables and chairs were overturned, the sofa was out of place. There were clear signs of a struggle.
Chi Lian was gone!
'Just as I feared. The worst has happened!'
