Wenzhi studied Wei Kang's full profile while leaning against the rooftop balcony overlooking the glittering night skyline of Beicang. A free faction city sitting dangerously close to the Capital.
His intel confirmed the man was staying in the hotel for the night on his way to the Capital, which meant he was already crawling deep into the pockets of the CEA and the Old Blood.
Wenzhi slipped a hand into his pocket, idly testing the weight of his gun. He was dressed sharp, wearing a sleek, deep blue and black traditional suit, his hair brushed back smoothly, and a pair of tracking glasses resting on his face.
Down in the courtyard, the elite gathered with laughter, music, and the aroma of catering filled the air. It was a beautiful, calming scene and a pathetic joke, considering eighty percent of the world was actively on fire.
Wenzhi was almost impressed by the delusion.
