Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Liu Ru stepped aside and spread her arms. The strange mystical wings on her back extended out.
She flew to the abandoned car park, sticking close to the ground.
Lehuo Town was severely polluted, as it was an industrial area. To the west of the town was a huge scrap iron factory. Half of the town was piled up with scrapped cars, motorbikes, and machinery from huge cities like Shanghai, Suzhou, and Hangzhou.
In the other direction stood Lu Kun's property, Prison Mountain.
The scrap factory was relatively normal. A relative of the Zhao Family was probably managing it. Compared to Prison Mountain, it was in utter chaos. The workers were lazy, and it was unlikely that anyone was still at work past midnight.
Liu Ru had chosen it because she was worried the Duke of Syam might endanger the lives of the residents. She was unable to stop the elder of the Blood Tribe from drawing blood from the local residents.
