Chapter 88: Art of Reaping Lives

Everything that had happened today seemed to be telling Qing Chen one thing: the outcome of a battle is decided by the "future," never calculate based on "past" information, or it will lead to an irredeemable doom.

While Kunlun was after five criminals and Qing Chen had only seen five on the bus, the person reporting over the walkie-talkie now was announcing there were eight.

No wonder the enemy had so easily taken control of two Kunlun members; their team was growing as well.

In this world, there are so many people willing to take risks for money.

Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao had come to have a chat with him. Squatting on a chair, she said with a smile, "Qing Chen, when you return to the Outer World, remember never to trust anyone, as interests can change relationships dramatically. Humans are profiteers and you should never underestimate their greed. Guess who invented the base station communication equipment you and Liu Dezhu use?"

Qing Chen guessed, "A spy?"