Pei Yan didn't know that long before they dragged Liang Guangsheng into Jiezhi Space for a battle, the doors of two vans across the street from the Capital Investigation Bureau Headquarters slowly opened, and eleven figures filed out, leisurely heading toward the bureau building.
On a summer night, as people's nightlife just began, the street wasn't as crowded as during the day, but it was still bustling with voices and traffic. When this group appeared in the crowd, it immediately attracted the side glances of passersby.
It was hard not to attract attention on this sultry night, with ten strange figures dressed alike, enveloped in pitch-black cloaks, walking toward you. Fortunately, people today have seen all sorts of bizarre attire on the streets, so passersby just cast a few more glances and murmured a few words before retracting their gaze.
