Chapter 155: Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (19)

༺ Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (19) ༻

Stopping before the stairs, I cast one final glance over my shoulder.

Befitting operatives of the Imperial Intelligence Agency, they seemed to have some resolve. A few of them, having tended to their injuries as best they could, struggled to their feet.

However, they were too powerless to do anything with their shattered shoulders and broken spines, especially when they weren’t worthy opponents even in perfect condition.

As such, it only took a few short minutes to put down the last remnants of resistance of the members of the Press Club.

In the end, their bodies lay strewn across the floor at the foot of the staircase. There were roughly eight of them, and there didn’t seem to be any more of them on the first floor.

Their actual member count was likely in the dozens. Even with my skills, it was unlikely I would be able to win against such numbers in a direct confrontation. That was why I had opted for a surprise attack.

In hindsight, it wasn’t a bad decision.

I rubbed my forearm which was still oozing blood. It was a wound inflicted by a dagger that seemed to have been coated with some sort of anesthetic. Despite my efforts to suppress it with mana, the sensation in my arm was already fading, and my breaths also grew slightly ragged—a sign of considerable exhaustion. Lingering emotions also persisted within me.

My body involuntarily staggered momentarily, but I hurried to take care of my business here as quickly as possible.

My mind grew increasingly fuzzy from the anesthetic as I climbed up the stairs, and before long, I fell into a strange dream.

It was a lavish bedroom.

An old man could be heard coughing, and my eyes were soon drawn towards him.

Despite his sickly appearance, his eyes radiated vitality, and those intense blue eyes were fixed on me.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, I snapped back to reality and realized I had reached the second floor.

While the Press Club’s building had high ceilings, a staircase was still just a staircase. It didn’t take long to get here.

On the second floor, there was only a single room. As soon as I read the words ‘Chief’s Office’ on the plaque, I flung the door wide open without hesitation.

It was a spacious room adorned with cozy furniture and bookshelves full of numerous files on both sides.

Seated opposite of me was a woman, leisurely engrossed in some papers.