Chapter 405 Hunting Heroic Spirits

Two and a half years later.

Danyan.

Quiet Sea City, a container wharf.

The crane arm slowly descended, the container clattered to the ground with a crash, letting out a scream.

Flames cut through the metal, creating a narrow slit in the container.

It was like a doghole, just big enough for an adult to get through.

The next moment, a panic-stricken middle-aged man crawled out, his hands and face full of bruises.

He looked up at the night sky, gasping for breath.

Until a group of people walked in.

He saw a familiar figure.

Her ice-blue hair seemed like a non-mainstream style, but at that moment, it brought him endless nightmares.

"Why?!"

The middle-aged man's eyes reddened, tears streaming, like a stray dog struck by a truck on the roadside, howling helplessly.

"I've already fled overseas, why can't you let me go, my son, my wife are dead, isn't that enough?"