The night was deep and silent, as the fireworks over the city gradually faded away.
The nightmare that enveloped the entire city ultimately failed to shake this metropolis that had weathered countless storms.
Kong Ting stood in the courtyard, exhaling a long sigh.
Tonight was not the right moment, after all.
The Special Service Bureau had been in action since the beginning of the month, subtly changing course like secretly crossing the Chencang path, and many people failed to react or were wishfully thinking that the new government, being established only for two years, and the President being as absurd as he was, wouldn't resort to the desperate tactic of killing the hound once the rabbit is caught so soon.
But they were all wrong.
In that woman's eyes, they were not even worthy of being hounds; even at the cost of breaking bones and tearing tendons, she intended to slaughter all dissenters.
Was the Shen Family important?
Not important.
Was the Wei Family important?
