The sea breeze was gentle, and the sun was warm today.
But today, the security bureau of H City was not calm.
"What did you say? Over a hundred people in trouble?" Director Liu slammed the table, standing up in shock.
"Report!" A security guard's voice came from outside the door.
I reached the end of the corridor. On the wall was carved a bizarre pattern inlaid with more than a dozen unknown gems. It was this pattern that had been absorbing the surrounding resentful energy, making the resentment on this floor increasingly thick. I don't know if it has any other purpose besides this. For safety's sake, I didn't touch it and turned to leave.
"Bizarre pattern?" Fang Ming rubbed his chin, deciding not to risk touching it. His only goal now was to find the entrance to the white mist world; everything else was secondary.