Chapter 537 What Can a Dead Man Be Interested In?
- Zhang Yunlong stumbled back several steps, his eyes going wide like they might burst.
- It took him a few long minutes to snap out of the panic. Even then, his heart kept quivering in his chest. One look from that man through the lens felt like a sniper locking him in place.
- Zhang Yunlong scrambled up from the chair. The monitor feed was gone. No need to check—those pinhole cameras had been wiped.