Chapter 631: Unresolved
“So, the bombing of Hexi was ordered by Chen Chaofa? And now Chen Chaofa is in hiding?!” Zhan Lian knelt on one knee beside Wu Simiao, reached out, and squeezed his shoulder, his brows tightly locked.
Clearly, Zhan Lian wasn’t interested in the war reserve warehouse Wu Simiao mentioned—what he cared about was Chen Chaofa’s whereabouts.
Wu Simiao, sitting on the ground, let out a weak groan. The torn flesh on his neck burned with pain. Before he could even nod, Zhan Lian flicked out a chain and bound him.
“You’re right—you can’t die yet.” Zhan Lian patted Wu Simiao’s shoulder and warned, “Someone will come to take you away. Before they clean out your mouth, you’d better stay alive.”
With just one squeeze, he knew—beneath Wu Simiao’s flesh, the bones were extremely hard. A metal-type ability user, without a doubt.
Wu Simiao had already spilled everything. It was Chen Chaofa who ordered the bombing. In fact, the other commanders had opposed it at first, just like Wu Simiao. But once they disagreed, Chen Chaofa started killing them. Those who survived later gathered their own men and tried to surround Zhan Lian and his people anyway.
It made sense—those commanders had their reasons—but too many in Hexi had died. It was hard to forgive.
Still, now was not the time to deal with those captains. Chen Chaofa was insane and now in hiding. In a hotel dozens of stories tall, with countless rooms and corners—who knew where he was?
Zhan Lian planned to go downstairs to find An Ran and have her use her plant intelligence to search. If Chen Chaofa was left alone, who knew what that lunatic might do next?
But An Ran didn’t know what Chen Chaofa looked like. When she first found Lei Jiang, Lei Jiang had been speaking to someone. From the conversation, she knew the man was Chen Chaofa.
At the time, she hadn’t thought much of him. She hadn’t found him dangerous. When Lei Jiang was here, nobody thought Chen Chaofa was a pervert. He looked perfectly normal—ordinary face, ordinary demeanor. An Ran was always busy—she didn’t memorize everyone’s faces.
After Zhan Lian explained, An Ran sat in the warm conference room on the fourth floor, holding Doll, and silently reached out to the plants in the Grand Fortune Hotel.
They were in terrible condition.
It made sense. It was the end of the world—who would still care for ornamental plants? Under central air conditioning, most of them had died of dehydration. The last time An Ran was here, she revived a few plants to locate Lei Jiang, but they were normal plants, not mutants.
After she left, they withered again.
Finding Chen Chaofa—someone whose face she didn’t know—would not be easy.
Green vines spread across the corridor, crawling up the walls and reaching the ceiling. Through them, An Ran gradually formed a rough map of the hotel.
But the available soil was too scarce. Every plant in the Grand Fortune Hotel’s Hotel lived in a pot, confined to a tiny space. An Ran’s field of vision still had many blind spots.