Baobao's ears perked up, swiveling toward the southeast corner.
Chen Guan pressed a hand on its nape, gently pushing down. Sure enough, the upgraded Baobao had much keener senses.
Baobao stayed still, but its muscles were already tensed.
The walkie-talkie crackled again. This time it wasn't Skinny's voice—it was Hoodie.
"Southeast corner, report."
No response.
"Southeast corner?"
Still nothing.
The static in the channel suddenly became piercing. It wasn't a equipment issue; the silence itself made every stray noise louder.
"Southeast corner, come in."
That was the third call.
Chen Guan unhooked the walkie-talkie from his belt and held it in his hand. From his experience, anyone who didn't answer was usually someone who could no longer speak.
Baldie's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"Should we go check it out?"
"Don't move," Hoodie replied quickly. "Everyone hold your positions. No one leaves."
"What about the southeast corner?"
"I'll go myself."
The channel fell silent again.
Chen Guan crouched beside a shipping container, peering through the darkness. About sixty meters away, he could make out a pile of rusted scrap metal. That should be the southeast corner's post.
He saw nothing.
No sounds of a struggle. No flash of an ability being released. Nothing at all.
Just absolute quiet. That kind of quiet was more unsettling than anything else.
…
On the other side.
Guan Jinyue released her grip on Skinny's neck.
The body slid down the side of the container, land in a pose similar to when he'd been leaning against the wall pretending to sleep. Only this time, he really wouldn't be waking up.
The entire process made no extra sound.
Spatial abilities had a natural advantage in killing. No need for a blade or a fist—just open a small enough rift in the air over a vital spot, then close it.
Clean, silent, leaving no outward injury.
Guan Jinyue crouched beside the body. Her silver hair cascaded down, the tips lifting slightly in the sea breeze, glinting faintly in the night.
She wasn't looking at the corpse. Her gaze tracked toward where the walkie-talkie voices had come from.
Three calls. No answer.
Based on how this kind of organization operated, the next step would be sending someone to confirm the situation.
Not the hired hands—they wouldn't risk their lives for money. Only the coordinator would come.
She'd heard that voice.
The leader said he'd come himself.
Guan Jinyue stood up. Dock lights didn't reach this corner. The gaps between containers looked like narrow black alleys. No one would interfere. This was exactly how she'd planned it.
She waited quietly.
Footsteps came about three minutes later.
Light—but not light enough for her.
Hoodie rounded the corner from the southern passage. His steps paused when he spotted Skinny's body, then he moved forward.
He crouched down, reaching out to check Skinny's carotid artery.
No pulse.
As he withdrew his hand, Guan Jinyue stood three meters behind him.
"Don't move."
Hoodie's body tensed, but he didn't turn around or try to stand. He kept his crouch and slowly raised both hands to shoulder height.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the one asking questions." Guan Jinyue's voice wasn't loud, but the sea wind made it sound colder. "Turn around."
Hoodie turned slowly.
In the dark, his expression was hard to read, but when his eyes met Guan Jinyue's, his pupils contracted.
Silver hair. Dark eyes.
Very distinctive features.
"You're not from around here," Hoodie said, his tone a mix of probing and stalling for time.
"What cargo's being unloaded at Pier 3?"
Hoodie didn't answer. His eyes flicked left toward where his walkie-talkie was clipped.
Guan Jinyue's right hand lifted slightly.
A razor-thin spatial rift flashed across Hoodie's walkie-talkie. It snapped in two, plastic fragments falling to the ground.
Hoodie's hand froze mid-motion. That rift had missed his skin by less than two centimeters.
If it had been a little off...
"I'll ask again." Guan Jinyue's expression was even colder. "Pier 3. What's being unloaded?"
"You killed him just to ask that?" Hoodie glanced at Skinny's body on the ground.
"He was just a hired hand. Even if you asked him, he wouldn't be useful. You know that."
"That's why I kept you."
Now Hoodie understood everything. Skinny had only had time to radio for help because Guan Jinyue had let him.
The purpose of that sparing had been Hoodie himself.
Hoodie cursed Skinny's stupidity in his mind—the man had gotten himself killed, and dragged Hoodie down with him.
Guan Jinyue didn't rush him. People like this needed a moment to convince themselves. The usual way was to imagine what would happen if they stayed silent.
Still, she needed to push a little. She didn't have time to lock horns with him.
"Soul Search!"
"Beast eggs!" Hoodie blurted out, afraid she'd follow through. Guan Jinyue's hand paused as promised.
This trick works every time.
"A batch of wild beast eggs seized from the South Sea. Not a lot—thirty-two eggs, mixed types. Most are low-grade, a few are decent quality."
"Going where?"
"I don't know. I'm only in charge of the unloading. The rest isn't my business."
"Who's picking them up?"
"Someone will come. When and who isn't in my authority."
Guan Jinyue locked eyes with him.
Hoodie's breathing was still steady. The dilation of his pupils was within normal fear thresholds. No tell signs of lying—at least not on these questions.
"Where are the eggs stored?"
"After unloading, they're moved into the cold storage next to the pier. Pier 3 Cold Storage. There are special climate-controlled units there."
Guan Jinyue's gaze shifted from his face toward Pier 3.
In the distance, unloading continued. A few silhouettes moved under dim lights, showing no signs of finishing.
"How many people do you have here?"
"Six unloading. Five hired hands including the one you killed. Plus me. That's twelve."
"Anyone else?"
Hoodie hesitated.
"Two guards at the cold storage. Permanent, not just for tonight."
"Ability users?"
"One reinforcement type, one manipulation type. Both around Stage Four."
Guan Jinyue ran through the information in her mind.
Enough.
Hoodie watched her expression. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something but held back.
"You want to ask something?" Guan Jinyue caught his slightest fidget.
"Are you from the demon clan?"
Guan Jinyue didn't answer. She'd expected him to ask something more useful.
She took a step back. Hoodie's shoulders relaxed slightly, thinking the questioning was over.
A spatial rift opened silently beneath his feet. Just wide enough to hold an adult man's body.
Before Hoodie could even cry out, his entire figure vanished from the ground.
The crack sealed shut.
Nothing remained on the surface—not even a trace of blood.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
