That same night, everything grew quiet over Imperial.
While most of the city slept, the lights inside Liu Shan's new bungalow remained on.
Perched on a hill overlooking Imperial, the luxurious bungalow offered a sweeping view of the city below. Beyond its floor-to-ceiling windows, countless lights stretched across the skyline, while the winding roads along the hillside glimmered beneath the night sky.
Inside, the spacious living room had been temporarily transformed into a makeshift operations center.
Laptops, tablets, and several folders covered the coffee table.
On the television, surveillance footage from the night Red Militant was eradicated played in silence.
Liu Shan sat forward on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied the screen.
Beside him, Lin Hui reviewed a stack of photographs.
Qi Li occupied the armchair opposite them, while Gui Tian Lan and Gui Zhongmin stood near the windows.
