Chapter 241: A Thunderous Strike, The Dust Settles

The abandoned shipyard on the city's industrial fringe reeked of rust and decay. Under the cold, flickering halogen lamps, dust motes danced in the air like malevolent spirits. It was a stage perfectly set for a final, bloody act, and Qin Chi believed himself to be the director. He stood with his arms crossed, a smug, predatory grin plastered on his face. Beside him, Dugu Leng, the acting head of the Antiques Alliance, radiated an aura of cold authority, his gaze fixed on the sole entrance....