Despite missing the opportunity to catch Wang Zhantian, it was an opportunity he let go of himself, so he felt no regret. Smoking quietly under the bright city lights ahead, he contemplated.
A shadowy figure was approaching. Xiao Lin swiftly turned and jumped, landing on the edge. The red dots flickered in the darkness, not avoiding nor attacking, the shadow simply approached without any hostile act.
A white card fell onto the table, seemingly placed there intentionally, and the shadow calmly walked away. Xiao Lin hesitated for a moment before putting the white card into his pocket. Suddenly, there was a sound like a massive explosion, falling bricks and shattered tiles rained from above.
Was the aerial pavilion bombed? Xiao Lin dashed into the building, sprinting all the way to the first-floor hall. The main program had ended; guests with lingering excitement were training their pets there, seemingly unaffected by the explosion on the second floor.
