Rong Zhi maintained the posture of holding the gun for a long time without moving; after a while, as the staff responsible for supervising the execution site couldn't help but step forward to inquire, she slowly lifted her head.
Facing the blinding sunrise, she squinted her eyes that were stinging and sore, her thin lips parted and closed as she silently murmured something that no one heard.
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The S Research Institute was leaderless; the remaining traces were easily eradicated. Rong Zhi sat on the flight back to Beijing, listening to Song Lichen's meticulous report on the destruction process.
"...If you don't have much going on lately, why not take a break for yourself?"
Song Lichen softly suggested as he looked at the goddess across from him with a languid expression.
Rong Zhi absent-mindedly nodded, intending to speak, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She clutched her collar as fresh red blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
