"I only need this one person from you. As for the reason, you don't need to ask—just know it's related to a supernatural incident. Will you give them to me or not?"
Old Eccentric was fiercely arguing with Director Wei.
"I told you, don't ask for the reason. If you refuse, I'll go directly to the Public Security Bureau and apply for authorization. No need to negotiate with you."
After a while, Old Eccentric's expression finally softened a little.
"Tianshuo, Ethan, you two go check it out yourselves."
"Ethan, you go ahead first. I’ll drive over later and find Xiaoqing and Xiaoling. I’ll call you when I get there."
I watched as Rachel Lan comforted the absent-minded Melanie White, gently reassuring her. After Hugh Tianshuo and I left, we climbed straight onto the helicopter.
"Ethan, be careful. The Immortality Society might be serious this time."
Justin Huang spoke as I nodded and boarded the helicopter. Though tired, I couldn’t sleep at all. Every day felt like a roller coaster—one crisis after another, ever since we began investigating the Immortality Society.
In times like these, we had to stay even more composed. Every member of the Ghost Burial Squad looked uneasy—especially Howard Lee, who seemed deeply troubled.