The hint on that mysterious note made him realize one thing.
Tonight's threat to the orphanage wasn't just from a few small fry; there was likely a mastermind from the higher-ups of the Noah Organization.
He must stay to ensure the children's safety.
At this moment, Cheng Jiashu's ears moved slightly, catching a hint of something unusual.
It wasn't coming from outside the house, but from upstairs.
He sniffed the air and instantly darted forward like a leopard, quietly and stealthily approaching.
At the doorway of a vacant storage room on the second floor, he suddenly stopped.
A faint scent of blood wafted through the crack under the door, mingling with the damp air and sharply piercing the senses.
Cheng Jiashu hesitated for a moment and then slowly extended his hand, gently pushing open the slightly ajar door.
Gululu—
A round object rolled out from inside the room, stopping right by his feet.
In the flash of lightning outside the window, Cheng Jiashu saw clearly.
