"Captain, I..." Ghost Hand's face was filled with shame. He initially intended to conduct a thorough interrogation, but inadvertently, Song Yan bit his tongue and committed suicide, severing all clues. Where could they find Luo Zheng now? Ghost Hand dared not meet Lan Xue's gaze and, filled with frustration, punched the armrest of the sofa next to him.
"It's not your fault. I didn't expect Song Yan to be so resolute," Lan Xue consoled, patting Ghost Hand's shoulder. Her heart felt ice cold, as if the sky itself was collapsing. With Song Yan dead and no informants left, all leads were cut off. Where could they find Luo Zheng now? At that thought, Lan Xue felt the world spinning, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, fainting.
"Captain?" Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard rushed over, calling out anxiously.
