Chapter 551: The Cornered Rat

The neon-drenched chaos of the Tiger Bar was already a fading memory, a blood-spattered canvas left behind in the rearview mirror. Harbinger Campbe drove through the labyrinthine streets of Yanjing's industrial district, his expression as cold and unreadable as the polished steel of a scalpel. The night air, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and distant rain, did little to dilute the metallic tang of violence that still clung to him. He wasn't guessing. He wasn't hunting blindly. In the...