Ning Wanyou was somewhat uncertain. She had judged Liu Yichen as undoubtedly dead based on the lethality range of the specially-designed liquid thermite bomb and the feedback from Shadow's mission. But if there were no residual body tissue fibers that hadn't melted at the scene, she couldn't be sure he was dead!
Ning Wanyou's formerly determined mindset began to waver with doubt. She needed to confirm that Liu Yichen had been blown up to death; otherwise, the feeling of being watched and controlled by the Nine-headed Dragon King would keep her restless.
Suddenly, Ning Wanyou caught a faint, peculiar men's scent, carrying a hint of cold steel and blood. She sniffed once. This smell was very alluring and familiar, as if she had smelled it somewhere before!
Indeed, she had smelled it during a night of war overseas, inside that warehouse filled with corpses... Liu Yichen!
Nine-headed Dragon, Liu Yichen!
