Ning Zheng had just left when, all throughout the Illusion Realm, one figure after another appeared in the little alley where the killing had taken place.
Each of them wore an angry look; obviously, they'd come up empty-handed yet again.
This repeated string of attacks on their Illusion Realm clients had already stirred up a chorus of complaints from a whole batch of old customers.
If they still couldn't catch the culprit, where were they supposed to put this Black Market's reputation?
"Damn it, did we miss him again?"
"The login point in reality wasn't wrong; the guy was still here not long ago. But when we followed the trail, we still couldn't grab anything."
