At 8 a.m. the next morning, Yang Jian set out on time.
The defeat of the previous day had not defeated him; after reevaluating everything, he was preparing for a second attempt. The incident in Z city was not over, and the longer it dragged on, the greater its impact would be—not just on society, but also extremely unfavorable to himself.
The nearby streets were sealed off, and a pickup truck drove unobstructed toward the direction of the Caesar Hotel.
"How confident are you about this operation?" Luo Su Yi, who had been silent in the car, couldn't help but ask.
"I can't answer that question for you. In supernatural events, anything can happen, and the situation in that hotel is very complex. It's not just about one ghost. That thing chose that place for a reason, but you don't have to be afraid. If we really encounter danger, as long as you don't panic, I can lead you out without a problem," Yang Jian calmly said while driving.
