He lit it with unsteady fingers, inhaling deeply.
The smoke did little to calm the rapid beat of his heart.
"You're a fcking idiot!" Jiang Yanxu muttered beside him with a low, controlled voice.
Lin Xun let out a humorless chuckle, the cigarette dangling from his lips. "You saved my ass."
Jiang Yanxu's gaze flickered to the window. "Whoever that was, they didn't want GhostByte to talk."
Lin Xun's jaw clenched.
He turned his head slightly, landing his eyes on Qi Zemin's lifeless form.
For all the effort they had put into breaking the GhostByte, someone else had ensured he would never spill a single secret.
"Goddamn it," Lin Xun muttered. Smoke was curling from his lips.
Jiang Yanxu exhaled sharply. His expression, usually unreadable, darkened. His gaze lingered on the growing pool of blood at their feet.
He knew what this meant.
They had stirred something deeper than just a hacker with a dangerous skill set.
Someone ... someone powerful—wanted this buried.
