Chapter 822


    A rumbling sound started, and the rest of the crumbling wall rained down from above ceaselessly,


    hitting the ground hard.


    Dodging, Ashlyn went from room to room.


    She was like an Amazon in the midst of a zing fire, advancing relentlessly.


    When they had finally reached the floor above, much to their dismay, they discovered that several


    employees had suffocated to death from the thick smoke.


    Meanwhile, Luigi and the others were carrying the bodies of those employees out.


    “There’s no saving them, Boss.”


    “I understand.” A trace of sorrow marred Ashlyn’s face as a wave of grief swelled within her. They…


    They were all brothers and sisters to me.


    A whileter, sheposed herself and instructed, “Make their funerals a grand one andpensate


    their families.”


    Right then, Lucas was piloting a ne, circling non-stop in the sky.


    When an aircraft maintained a low altitude for a long time, the airflow at the leading edges would be


    obstructed as the rtive airflow streamed past the wings, causing a decrease in velocity and an


    increase in pressure. At the same time, the airflow at the trailing edges would be disconnected, forming


    vortices and reducing the pressure. Following that, the pressure difference between the front and rear


    of the wings created resistance.


    In turn, it brought about a great degree of danger.


    The sum of resistance generated by the variousponents of the ne, including the wings,


    fusge, tail, and the like from the airflow in istion, didn’t match the sum of resistance generated on


    the whole. Instead, it tended to be less than the resistance generated when theponents were


    taken as a whole.


    Nheless, he had been maintaining a low-altitude flight there for several hours. Even the horizon


    had started brightening by then.


    Nheless, he had been maintaining a low-altitude flight there for several hours. Even the horizon


    had started brightening by then.


    Thanks to everyone’sbined efforts, the inferno gradually died down.


    Lucas’ eyes were bloodshot after having used his eyes for such a long time, coupled with theck of


    sleep for an entire night.


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    When he received the signal from the fire chief, he handed the ne back to the captain at longst,


    shifting back to the co-pilot seat. He let out a long exhtion.


    “What do we do now, Mr. Nn?”


    “Send me to the ground. I want to return to my wife.”


    Lucas closed his eyes, a hint of weariness apparent in his voice.


    At that moment, Ashlyn was still going from floor to floor, searching for survivors who might have


    slipped through the.


    Everywhere was scorched ck. It was a heartbreaking sight that struck beholders with a sense of


    suffocation.


    All of a sudden, a burst of gunfire split the air.


    On the heels of that, a rumbling sound rang out.


    The first rays of dawn streamed through the broken windows. Rubble littered the room, and the light


    bulbs overhead had all been burned to a crisp. The entire room was beyond recognition.


    In the darkness, a figure stood in the middle of the room silently, staring at Ashlyn motionlessly.


    He held a gun in his hand. His eyes were calm and icy, and a mask concealed his face.


    “Ashlyn.”


    In the dark and quiet room, the man’s voice was exceedingly soft, sounding just like a whisper.


    His voice carried infinite yearning and nostalgia as well as a smidge of resentment.


    Trudging on the charred ground, he headed toward Ashlyn in the corridor.


    Howard instinctively moved to stand before Ashlyn. Wariness was written all over his face. “What are


    you trying to do, Silvermoon? I’ll never let you off the hook if you dare hurt her!”


    The man’s lips curved into a sneer, his tall figure as formidable as ever.


    With a swing of his hand, he sent Howard flying to the wall on the opposite side.


    Ashlyn quirked a brow. Howard… is actually a weakling before him?


    “Are you two putting on a double act in front of me?”


    She cast a nce at Howard, who coughed up blood. “One infiltrated Imperial Hotel for years on end,


    going as far as pretending to be dull-witted to gain my trust while the other ruined Imperial Hotel, my


    lifeblood. What is your motive? What do you both hope to obtain from me? Is there a grudge between


    us?”


    The look in her eyes was frosty despite the scorched hospital gown on her that hung loosely, rendering


    her all the more emaciated.


    Howard’s face paled, and he gaped at her in disbelief. “Y-You know everything?”


    “Ever since you demanded that I deliver my jewelry back then, I’d been suspecting that it was you. My


    suspicions were confirmed when Dr. Walker told me that you were running a fever, for he had been


    keeping an eye on you. He noticed the coppery smell of blood and the contents of the trash can in your


    room.”