Lu Mingfei's footsteps echoed through the quiet, solitary corridor. With the sound bouncing off the four walls, it felt as though someone was tiptoeing closely behind him, matching his exact rhythm. Invisible ghosts seemed to linger on either side of him, refusing to dissipate.
He had already reached the core area of this level. He couldn't remember how long he had walked or how many turns he had taken; the path was far more complicated than a maze of winding twists and turns. He probably couldn't find his way back even if he tried, but a growing agitation burned in his chest, and his intuition told him he was getting very close to his destination.
Rounding a corner, Lu Mingfei came face to face with a massive black security door. Completely pitch-black, it was at least the fifth such heavy door he had seen along the way. Normally, cipher doors of this kind were used to secure vaults or treasures, but wealth meant little to the Yakuza's ruling house. This entire level had evidently been built for a single person... With defenses this strict, whatever was locked away deep inside must be either a heinous, unseeing criminal or someone as vital as the Clan Leader of the Shieki Eight Families.
Chapter 298