"Tell the men in the strike team. Make it clean."
"Yes."
Wu Yuntao nodded slightly, his face devoid of expression.
"As for Jinshi Boxing Hall…"
Lei Wanjun closed his eyes again, and a silver-blue Qi Flame flickered to life around him.
"When the time comes, I'll go myself."
His murderous intent settled over the room, as bone-chillingly cold as his voice.
Wu Yuntao bowed his head slightly and withdrew.
A flicker of an expression crossed his stern face. His eyes were cold, yet they held a hint of some other, restrained emotion.
...
New Era, Alliance Year 51.
July 10th.
An ordinary day.
Ring City bustled with people.
The prosperous Inner Ring stood firm, encircling the river like an invisible barrier.
Hover cars zipped across the sky above the glass canopy, leaving white contrails in their wake.
