"Appearances can be deceiving," Lin Mo silently warned himself, discreetly following Emily White's footsteps. "Judgment target confirmed." Soon, various crimes committed by Emily surged like a tide in Lin Mo's mind.
As dusk fell, a massive black canvas enveloped New York City. The silence around the deserted factory on the outskirts of the city was eerily quiet, occasionally disturbed by the cry of a night owl, adding a sinister air to the atmosphere. Emily arrived at an old shack beside the abandoned factory.
