Wen Xiangyang and Mu Lingqian searched high and low for Li Lanxi. But what made Mu Lingqian frown the entire night and filled his heart with a sinking feeling was the fact that despite his capabilities and his massive search throughout the city, the only information he had managed to gather was that she was last seen at a bar.
The night was ink-black. Mu Lingqian took Wen Xiangyang to the bar, finding a group of audacious young punks. On either side of them were intimidating bodyguards. In between them was a strapping handsome man emitting an oppressive and intimidating aura.
These punks have been in the area for years, clawing their way to a small influence around a bar. They had seen their fair share of faces, but this cold-faced man standing before them now, a man radiating an air of austerity, was the first to instill fear in their hearts by merely looking at them.
The punks were bound and made to kneel in front of Mu Lingqian, surrounded by bodyguards.