The supernatural is resurging, and strange cases are breaking out everywhere. Lu Yan loosened his tie and cornered Jiang He against the wall, his breath icy. "How long are you going to keep hiding from me, you charlatan?"
Jiang He grabbed his wrist in return, pressing a knee against his tense leg as his fingertips brushed over his bobbing Adam's apple.
"Guardian, you write 'high-risk methods' in every report about me, but you never request a transfer..."
"Are you enjoying this heart-pounding pursuit, or waiting for me to... drag you off your pedestal for good?"
His breathing suddenly grew heavier, dark currents churning in his eyes as he glanced at Jiang He's rattling equipment case.
"...Why don't you tell me first what you've prepared in that case to 'send me to the afterlife'?"
