Chapter 352: The Wrath of the Heavenly Dragon

The night was a shroud over the outskirts of the capital, thick and moonless. Beneath this cloak of darkness, a ghost-like convoy of black, unmarked vehicles sliced through the silence, their engines humming a low, predatory tune. They stopped a kilometer away from their target: a sprawling, deceptively ordinary-looking compound listed on maps as a subsidiary of the Chinese Academy of Biological Sciences. Blaton Hardy stepped out of the lead vehicle, his black trench coat blending seamlessly...