The winery was shrouded in quietude, with more than a dozen mercenaries clad in camouflage uniforms too anxious to raise their heads.
Lu Changchuan's gaze was icy as he focused on the surveillance playback.
Spread across the three-meter-plus gambling table were five people, including the dealer.
The bald man with tattooed arms in the top left corner, that was the three-clawed crocodile he had been searching for.
So among the remaining three, was one of them from Night?
The thought that this was his closest approach to the target yet, and yet the quarry had slipped away within arm's reach.
When Lu Changchuan turned his head back to look at the group before him, his expression became even darker.
Behind him, Rong Qian shrank his neck a little.
These were just mercenaries; had it been the Lu family's men, their graves would probably already be topped with two-meter-high grass by now.
Raising his eyes again, he met the cold pupils of his ninth master.
