When silence had once again descended upon the street, a figure emerged from a shop.
As he exited, every surveillance camera on the street fuzzed into static.
Jiang Shu walked silently to the dark brown pavement, hands in his pockets, silently observing the human outline taped on the ground with white tape.
That was where Devil Wind had died.
He then turned to look at the three bullet holes on the adjacent pavement. With a thought, a Black Card flew out, diving into the ground like a dive.
Shortly after, the card flew back to Jiang Shu's side, carrying three bullets.
Jiang Shu took the bullets, pocketed them, and turned into a narrow alley.
The cameras' static screens returned to normal at that instant.
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"Devil Wind is dead, Smiley will make a move," Tang said, standing across the street with Wolf beside him.
Wolf ignored him.
A week had passed since Devil Wind's death.
