Jia Liang’s gaze brushed over the black notebook, scanning the nas one by one.
"There are still a few suspect targets left. I must gather so more people to probe their backgrounds..."
He muttered to himself and paused for a mont when his sight landed on the na "Xiao Jianren."
He then picked up a pen and heavily circled the na.
"This guy... seems a bit strange. I’ll need to keep a close eye on him later."
After pondering for a while, he closed the notebook and glanced indifferently at the three corpses on the ground.
He then took out a cell phone from his bag and dialed a series of numbers.
Beep—Beep—
After a few connection tones, the call went through.
"Building 78, Room 705 on Jiangbei Third Road, please co and collect the ’goods’ as soon as possible."
Jia Liang said in a calm voice, as if he were ordering takeout.
"Understood, I’ll be there within 15 minutes."
A brief response ca from the other side, and the phone was hung up.
Jia Liang put away the phone, slung the canvas bag over his shoulder, and turned to leave the room.
Leaving behind only a crack in the half-opened door.
This is the area slated for demolition in the old district, a seven-story tubular building.
Besides a few holess vagabonds, there were no permanent residents.
Earlier gunshots in this abandoned corner did not cause even a ripple.
The sky had completely darkened.
The light bulbs in the corridor were unattended for repairs and had long been all broken.
Standing here was like walking through a pitch-black tunnel, where visibility was even lower than outside.
Jia Liang walked leisurely, the sound of his leather boots stamping on the ground was distinctly audible in the silence.
Suddenly, he stopped.
An inexplicable chill crawled up his spine, quietly reaching his neck.
As though he had been silently targeted by so superior Predator in the dark.
All around was dead silence.
He stood quietly in the dark corridor, straining his ears to listen carefully.
Only the rusty water pipes emitted the sound of seepage sowhere unknown.
"Tick," "tick."
The sound of dripping water echoed through the empty corridor, tapping on one’s nerves over and over.
anwhile, the feeling of being watched grew stronger, like a venomous snake curling around his back.
Jia Liang’s heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath.
The muscles in his neck tensed and slowly twisted.
Whoosh—
He took a deep breath, his body twisting like a spring and suddenly turned around.
His eyes opened wide in the dark, focusing on an area more than ten ters ahead.
The deep corridor, seemingly like the open mouth of a giant beast eager to devour.
And in this open mouth, a vaguely outlined silhouette stood.
The person’s face was chalky white, and a pair of eyes cast an ominous red glow faintly in the dark, like an Evil Ghost from Hell.
No, it should be a ferociously designed mask.
"Who are you?"
Jia Liang’s voice carried a hint of threat, his gaze like a blade, fixed tightly on the Evil Ghost Mask.
This person could appear here silently, almost bypassing his enhanced acute senses.
Clearly, the visitor harbored ill intentions.
The silhouette did not answer his question.
After a brief silence, he instead asked in a calm tone:
"Are you a mber of the Noah Organization?"
Jia Liang was slightly startled.
Was his identity exposed?
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his hand stealthily reached for the belt where his military Dagger was sheathed.
"I guessed right, after all."
The silhouette seed satisfied with his reaction, then asked with a touch of puzzlent:
"But, why didn’t I see you at the gathering back then?"
"So... a colleague from the organization?"
Upon hearing this, Jia Liang’s tense nerves seed to relax, and a smile imdiately spread across his face:
"Nice to et you! I’m from the dical departnt, not often seen, which departnt do you belong to?"
As he spoke, he naturally took two steps forward, his tone familiar as if eting an old friend after a long ti.
But at the mont he took the second step, Jia Liang’s eyes suddenly turned exceptionally sharp.
He fiercely hurled his canvas bag towards the silhouette!
At the sa ti, his foot pushed on the rough cent ground, his whole body shot out like a taut bow released.
Whoosh!
With a slight tearing sound in the air, a sinister cold light flashed in his hand.
Faking a move first, then launching a sneak attack.
This was his most habitual trick.
Using skills and speed far exceeding ordinary people, he often managed to kill with one strike.
However.
His Dagger had yet to be thrust even half an inch.
Yet the masked silhouette suddenly vanished before his eyes.
As if it were rely a phantom, dispersing with a breeze.
Whoosh—
A gust swept past the back of his ear, lifting the strands of hair on his forehead.
Jia Liang’s pupils shrunk sharply like pinpoints, his mind’s alarm bells rang furiously.
Without ti to think, his body responded instinctively due to battle-honed reflexes.
With a forceful turn from his waist and abdon, his body twisted mid-air, the Dagger in his hand traced a lethal arc, slicing toward his rear.
This move was a superb blend of offense and defense, a reaction reaching its peak.
Yet, it was still too late.
A hand erged from the darkness, ignoring the fierce blade light, precisely navigating through gaps to grip his neck.
Jia Liang’s breath stalled imdiately.
That hand was like an iron clamp, containing terrifying Strength, rendering him immobile.
The white ghostly face was now close at hand, appearing before him.
A pair of blazing red eyes watched him indifferently in the dark, as if they were burning coal.
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