The pale light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the dilapidated factory walls, casting fragmented patterns across the faces of Lin Yue and Chen Xi. They stood motionless, their gazes fixed on the man before them—a figure cloaked in ambiguity, claiming to be a former member of the secret organization they sought to dismantle. The tension in the air was almost palpable, a silent but electric undercurrent that neither of them could ignore.
“How do you know about our plans?” Lin Yue’s voice was calm yet heavy with an unyielding authority, each word deliberate and sharp.
The man’s lips curled into a faint, elusive smile. “In this city, information moves like the wind—it touches everything and leaves nothing untouched.”
Chen Xi narrowed her eyes, her tone as icy as the glint in her gaze
