Wu Liangchen stood beside Schiller's body, breathing a little heavily.
The battle hadn't lasted long, but the pressure had been immense. Even Wu Liangchen felt a hint of fatigue.
He bent down and quickly searched the body, finding something cold inside Schiller's inner armor.
He pulled it out and saw that it was an exquisitely crafted personal terminal. Its casing was forged from some kind of alloy with a unique texture. It had no ports, a seamless, single piece that looked extremely high-end.
Wu Liangchen's eyes lit up. He surmised that this must be Schiller's personal computer. The fact that it was kept inside his armor, close to his body, clearly meant it was important.
'It might just have the information I'm looking for.'
But now wasn't the time to investigate. Wu Liangchen put the small computer away and immediately turned and charged toward the passageway.
