Since the Mothman case ended, the National Security Bureau and the police had finally been relieved of a huge burden. The authority had completely sealed off the Chengyang Group, turning it upside down. In the prison of the National Security Bureau, a woman silently huddled in a corner without speaking. This woman was Zhao Rou. Now disheveled and unkempt, she bore no trace of her usual glamour. Since her arrest, she had been in this state of refusal to eat or drink.
"Swoosh."
A dark shadow flashed and suddenly stopped in front of the cell, quietly staring at Zhao Rou inside.
Zhao Rou slowly raised her head to look at the shadow and suddenly let out a laugh, though the smile was eerie.
"Finally arrived, huh?" Zhao Rou murmured.
The figure did not respond and took out a small capsule from a pocket, throwing it into the cell, then glanced at Zhao Rou.
