They looked as if they could melt into the boundless darkness at any moment, disappearing without a trace.
As soon as the group stepped out of their vehicles, a man in glasses walked straight toward Zheng Qifeng.
He was dressed completely differently from the Samurai and Ninja, wearing a crisp and clean white suit.
His hair was meticulously combed, and his glasses reflected a cold glint under the lights,
obscuring his eyes.
He stopped in front of Zheng Qifeng, tilted his chin up slightly, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Take me to see where the incident occurred."
His tone left no room for negotiation. His words were a command, not to be defied.
The dim night was like a heavy black cloth,
pressing down on the construction site and its eerie atmosphere.
The dim yellow lights trembled in the wind,
struggling to cast their faint glow,
but they still seemed unequal to the task, managing only to illuminate a small patch of the surrounding area.
