After a long while, Tang Zhan finished looking at the photos.
His eyes were faintly bloodshot.
He looked up at Lin Yi, his voice a little hoarse as he said, "What do you want me to do?"
Hearing this, Lin Yi smiled.
"Wipe out the Blood Handprint..."
Tang Zhan's gaze met Lin Yi's.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Yet, it was as if they had reached an understanding just by looking at each other.
…
「Xinghai City.」
A furniture factory in the city's suburbs.
It had now developed into one of the largest furniture factories in the entire Old District.
A steady stream of trucks drove out from the factory.
They were headed to various cities in the Old District to deliver all the goods.
From day to night, even deep into the night, they never stopped.
Completely unafraid of the dangers the night held.
Twilight descended.
The sun sank behind the western mountains, leaving just a sliver of light that had yet to fade completely.
