The night was as dark as ink, shrouded in rain and fog.
"Ahh..."
A piercing scream cut through the clouds and mist, sending chills down one's spine.
The steady drizzle washed the blood off the ground, the thick scent of iron mingling in the air.
Wei Xi looked at the scattered corpses on the ground and wiped the rain from his face with a hand.
This rain sure had perfect timing.
He turned to the person beside him and said respectfully, "Master, the leader of the Roles Organization has been captured by the men of Dark Hall. However, the person the leader mentioned wasn't found—seems like they caught wind of us and ran off in advance. Along with the missing is Sun Yu."
The sudden rain had drenched the man's clothes, the sharp edges of his handsome face wet with raindrops, those cold, deep eyes flashing a piercing dark light.
Ran off in advance?
