Tang Luo took the elevator up, heading straight for the top floor.
Bang!
He kicked open the door to the rooftop that was left ajar and rushed in.
He Lin quickly followed, scanning the surroundings.
But to their dismay, the vast rooftop was deserted!
Tang Luo's expression turned even colder. Had they run away?
It seems this guy is quite the professional—either a perfect kill or an immediate escape!
A professional assassin?
Thought after thought whirled through his mind, as Tang Luo made his way to the edge of the rooftop.
On the ledge, there was a can of cola, and on the ground, more than a dozen cigarette butts.
Besides that, there were marks on the surface of the platform, where the sniper rifle must have been set up.
"Brother Luo, no trace found. He must have left through the staircase."
He Lin said, ready to pursue downstairs.
"No need to chase. We won't catch him."
Tang Luo shook his head, his hands resting on the railing as he looked down.