In the temporary safe house Old K had provided, Wu Liangchen ate a simple meal before falling into a deep slumber. The past few days of constant travel and fierce battles had taken a heavy toll on him, so he slept exceptionally soundly.
The early morning in Zhongjing still carried an oppressive air.
Patrols from the Dome Group were more frequent than usual. Their cold figures and patrol cars, with lights flashing red and blue, could be seen on every street and in every alley.
Clearly, the annihilation of Schiller and his elite squad had caused the Dome Group to heighten its security.
Wu Liangchen moved like a phantom, weaving through the city's shadows.
He used his Body Technique to evade one surveillance camera after another and stay out of the patrols' line of sight. On the rare occasion he encountered a checkpoint that was impossible to avoid, he would activate his Magic.
