Daomu Biji: The Southern Archives

In the sky at dawn, clouds gathered to build a castle in the air. The castle referred to a mirage, and Hailou meant “mirage”.

Later on, Zhang Haiyan was very grateful for his salty nickname. Otherwise, his life may not be what he wanted if it was like a mirage.

Zhang Haiyan walked out the door, thinking that the killers shouldn’t have arrived on this floor yet so he should still have some time.

He had no confidence that He Jianxi could guard Steven properly. Steven was a shrewd man and He Jianxi definitely wasn’t on par with him. But he believed that He Jianxi could hold out for at least an hour. It wouldn’t be a big problem. Zhang Haiyan only needed an hour.

He moved his feet in the direction of the fourth floor. Since he was now disguised as Steven, he shouldn’t be stopped by any guards.

He arrived at the fourth floor’s stairwell and looked around, realizing what Steven had been trying to say before he’d knocked him out. They had gotten rid of the room numbers.

How ruthless!

But he found it funny that he could immediately tell which room Miss Dong was in without having to look at the room numbers. There were more than twenty American guards sitting at the door with submachine guns. They all had their eyes closed, and were resting. He could tell at a glance that they had excellent skills.

When he walked over to the guards, someone immediately picked up their gun. “Steven, answer this question. Why did the white swan’s father disappear after swimming in the Mississippi?”

Zhang Haiyan was taken aback for a moment, and the other party said, “You have to answer immediately. Otherwise, we’ll have to shoot you.” With that said, he pulled the gun’s bolt back. “Three, two, one.”