Quentin Shang stood motionless, his face still frozen in the shock of death.
Yet in his eyes, all signs of life had already vanished.
What remained before them was nothing but a lifeless shell.
Evan Lin waved his hand lightly.
All eighty-one corpse fragments of Quentin Shang vanished into the Spatial Ring.
Around them, faces were mixed with blankness, terror, and awe.
No bystander could possibly grasp what had just happened in that instant.
All they saw was Quentin Shang standing there, and the youth slicing a car with his hand.
Then the big man who'd been standing—was simply gone.
He disappeared cleanly, as if he'd never existed at all.
Evan Lin turned back, walked over to Jill Jing, took her other hand, and led her back toward the hotel.
From the commercial street all the way out, all kinds of gazes followed them along the way.
"Should I call Allen Ju?"
Selina Wu looked worried. "Beijing is a tricky place, and the rules are even stricter."
"There was already an incident last night, and now something like this just happened again. I'm afraid there'll be trouble afterward."
She didn't make the decision on her own, but asked for Evan's opinion.
Plus, Selina still couldn't confirm the identity of the man who'd just appeared in front of Evan, or what kind of relationship he had with him.
"This has nothing to do with you guys. I can handle it."
Evan declined Selina's suggestion; he never intended to drag Allen Ju and the others into his mess.
Back at the hotel, he helped open a room, paid, got Jill Jing settled, and then looked over at Selina Wu.