Wang Luoran gently reached out and patted He Chenguang on the shoulder, her touch soft yet imbued with strength. "Don't worry, I won't hold you back. I’ve undergone professional training, too; I won't be any worse than you."
Night Colors descended like a vast shroud of black silk. The city lights flickered to life one by one, like scattered stars pushing back the dark. Yet, behind this veneer of prosperity lay a war invisible to the naked eye, where danger lurked like a viper in the shadows, poised to strike a lethal blow at any moment.
The temporary secret base was hidden in a dark corner of the city, housed within a repurposed, abandoned factory. The surrounding walls were mottled with rust, like scars left by the passage of time. A dim, yellow light flickered weakly overhead, resembling an elderly man nearing his final breath, as if it might expire at any moment in the suffocating tension.
Chapter 291