Inside a dim and secluded chamber somewhere within Muyun City—
A man and a woman were pressed together against the back of a seat.
The man's sturdy, rock-like physique sharply contrasted with the woman's alluring curves.
Her fingertips idly played with the fabric of her gown, the silky material rustling softly as it shifted. Her snowy-white thighs appeared and disappeared beneath the folds, and she sat directly on his lap, their bodies close.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed.
Suddenly—
He reached out and gripped her chin with an irresistible force.
Their gazes collided, heated and intense.
Yet—
Before anything further could happen—
Bang!
The tightly shut door was abruptly kicked open, shattering the ambiguous atmosphere in an instant.
The two inside immediately lost interest.
Their expressions darkened as they turned toward the intruder.
The newcomer was an ordinary-looking man.
His expression remained indifferent, as if the scene before him were nothing more than a mundane farce.
At this moment—
The man seated was clearly the one in charge.
The boss of the Black Tiger Society—
Zhao Wuxu.
He spoke in a low, heavy voice,
"Well? Any news about Second and Fourth?"
"No, Boss."
"We still haven't found any traces related to them."
The man reported truthfully.
The moment those words fell—
Zhao Wuxu's pupils contracted sharply, like a lion provoked to rage.
Bang!
His palm slammed onto the table as he rose abruptly, his fist striking the sandalwood surface with a dull, heavy thud.
The reporting man trembled.
He stood rigidly in place, barely daring to breathe.
Zhao Wuxu's voice turned harsh.
"What the hell are you good for?"
"You still haven't found a single clue after all this time?"
"Even if they're dead, the Ability Bureau couldn't possibly have no reaction at all!"
But the only response he received—
Was a trembling reply.
"Boss… I've used every method available, but I really haven't found anything."
"It's as if they vanished into thin air… without leaving even a trace."
"Even within the Muyun City Ability Bureau, no relevant intelligence has surfaced."
Hearing this—
Zhao Wuxu's face darkened.
But he stopped pressing further.
The conclusion—
Was already clear.
Second and Fourth… are dead.
And not a single piece of information leaked out.
Not even a ripple was stirred within Muyun City.
His expression grew increasingly grim.
If they had simply died—
That wouldn't have been surprising.
But this—
This was too quiet.
He knew their strength well enough.
For them to disappear so silently—
Something was clearly wrong.
He spoke again, voice low and tense,
"Are you certain this wasn't done by the Ability Bureau?"
"Absolutely certain, Boss."
"…You may leave."
"Yes."
The man quickly retreated.
Before leaving, he carefully shut the door behind him.
Thud.
Silence returned.
Only the faint sound of two people breathing lingered in the room.
Seeing Zhao Wuxu like this—
The woman didn't dare approach him.
But just as she turned to leave—
Her fingertips brushing the doorframe—
A cold hand suddenly seized her wrist.
A powerful force yanked her backward—
…
Time passed.
Zhao Wuxu stepped out of the room.
Most of the anger on his face had faded.
But his mood remained heavy.
The deaths of those two were far too strange—
Leaving him deeply unsettled.
This was not something the Muyun City Ability Bureau could accomplish.
Just as he was considering whether someone from above the Bureau had intervened—
A low voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"Hmph… you seem to know how to enjoy yourself."
"You haven't forgotten our deal, have you?"
Zhao Wuxu turned.
Two black-robed figures stood less than two meters away, having appeared without a sound.
He instinctively stepped back—
But quickly recognized them.
Suppressing his irritation, he replied,
"Of course not."
"But our Black Tiger Society has already lost two major generals."
"And even your Holy God Church has missing members."
"If I'm not mistaken… they're all dead."
At these words—
The leading figure stiffened slightly.
Zhao Wuxu continued,
"Everything was cleaned up perfectly."
"The only clues left are the celestial phenomenon from a month ago… and the 'Meteorite Crater.'"
"Don't you have any intelligence on that?"
Silence followed.
Neither side spoke.
The leading black-robed man lowered his gaze, his fingers unconsciously tracing the patterns on his sleeve.
They could never have imagined—
That all traces had already been thoroughly "processed."
Through Silver Wolf's methods—
Data had been reconstructed.
Evidence erased.
Every trace wiped clean.
Finding clues through the network was impossible.
After a moment—
The black-robed man finally spoke.
"The Ability Bureau will send reinforcements."
"They will arrive in a few days—for unknown reasons."
"But that is irrelevant to our current plan."
"Then what do we do next…?"
"The plan remains unchanged."
With that—
The two turned and began to leave.
Zhao Wuxu's expression shifted dramatically.
With their strength reduced—
And the Ability Bureau gaining reinforcements—
Wasn't this just sending them to their deaths?
The black-robed man suddenly stopped.
Without turning fully—
He tilted his head slightly.
A sharp, chilling gaze locked onto Zhao Wuxu.
"Is there a problem?"
"…N-No… no problem!"
Zhao Wuxu's throat tightened.
His face turned pale as he forced out the reply in a hoarse whisper.
Cold sweat soaked his back.
His muscles tensed like drawn bowstrings.
He didn't dare move.
Because just now—
He had seen it clearly.
Beneath the shadow of that robe—
A pair of blood-red eyes, like a crimson moon.
Cold.
Terrifying.
Those eyes…
If the rumors are true…
That's the Holy God Church's First-Level Esper—Blood Butcher Rengui.
In the next instant—
The two figures vanished without a trace.
…
"Kid, where are you going?"
After leaving the Black Tiger Society's headquarters—
The figure who had been following behind suddenly veered off, walking away without explanation.
At that moment—
The black robe was lifted slightly.
Revealing a sharply defined face—
Sword-like brows.
Bright eyes.
A high nose bridge.
And a faint trace of lazy nobility in the curve of his lips.
Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans—
He appeared distant and cold, as if bathed in moonlight.
Anyone seeing him for the first time—
Would never associate him with the word "villain."
He looked more like a gifted senior from a campus story.
Hearing the question—
He replied casually,
"What I do… is none of your business."
Without waiting—
He continued walking forward.
Not a trace of respect shown to his so-called superior.