In the hotel room, Qing Chen crushed the Bluetooth earpiece underfoot.
This time, he hadn't brought the earpiece to eavesdrop on the other party's deployment plan.
After all, he had used this trick too many times, and the enemy would certainly be aware of it. Even if some information came through the earpiece, it could be misleading.
So instead of painstakingly listening to and analyzing information, it was better not to see or hear anything at all.
Tonight, Qing Chen would move to his own rhythm.
Everyone had to follow his rhythm.
Qing Chen searched the assassin's body but found no firearms on the one in the room.
It seemed that firearms were not abundant at Huan Yu's, at least not enough to equip every assassin.
Qing Chen pondered what Huan Yu's identity could be in the Inner World.
He now had roughly three clues.
The first clue was that back on Laojun Mountain, he didn't understand guns.
