Lin Jin Is Angry

Lin Jin's brows furrowed.

While he had indeed, left one of his needles in the young woman, with someone deliberately trying to remove it, the aural disruption meant that Lin Jin couldn't gauge the situation over there. Who would have thought that someone would kill Du Lianxi first?

And that wasn't all.

The air was heavy with the foul, metallic stench of fresh blood. Lin Jin went over and lifted the blanket covering the corpse. Sure enough, Du Lianxi's abdomen had been sliced open and her organs had been removed. Someone had taken the eight-headed viper away.

Lin Jin raised his hand to recover his needle only to realize that it was covered in rotten blood. This must be the substance that was disrupting his signal.

In an instant, Lin Jin's expression darkened.

He had underestimated his enemy.

If only he had taken more precautions, this poor girl wouldn't have had to die.

But it was too late to say anything now.