Amidst the tormenting night of rain.
The investigator assigned to the Byroun Docks stood in the shipyard, braving the brutal storm and the occasional slap of seawater from behind, not daring to let even the smallest sliver of relaxation into his gaze.
He and his companion, who was also on duty, were both elite investigators who had worked in Springs for a long time. Yet, even they, certain elites of the elite, after being urgently dispatched an hour ago, were now only able to serve as guards at the docks.
Their rich work experience was like the rainwater falling from the sky at this moment.
While ravaging the land, the facts were very obvious without needing explanation.
To have people like them guarding here, the "guests" boarding at the docks in such typhoon weather were definitely amongst the top-tier existences of the mysterious side.
Thinking of this, a tense emotion welled up in the heart of the investigator.
