Song Lan had never expected the curse of the consciousness aggregate to take effect so quickly.
The next morning, he experienced the taste of his own medicine.
Even Lu Xiang, who had returned to the hotel from outside, looked at Song Lan with a doubtful eye, and while sitting on the chair at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, she asked him, "What exactly did you do to Helifis and the commander of the First Army Corp, that now the streets and alleys of Antigon are plastered with search warrants?"
It was the first time she had seen a manhunt notice that seemed to be a citywide warrant.
Believers of the Lunar Eclipse Sect had fully demonstrated their cohesion, with every corner of the city teeming with people searching for the "office worker."
They were looking for a man dressed in a sharp black suit, carrying a briefcase, the quintessence of corporate attire.
