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Wearing a brown furry hat, Jiang Ming slightly lowered the brim, his deep-set eyes glinting with sharpness beneath it. He gently brushed aside the stray hair on his forehead, then lowered his head and leisurely followed the direction in which the man had departed. His steps appeared casual, yet each one was calculated with precision, maintaining just the right distance to avoid detection while ensuring he wouldn’t lose track of the man.
Eventually, they reached a secluded area in the eastern part of Z City, surrounded by the industrial landscape of the entire city.
Towering smokestacks belched thick clouds of smoke into the air, filling it with a pungent odor, while the deafening roar of machinery echoed all around. The mysterious man seemed to sense something amiss and suddenly quickened his pace. No longer concealing himself, an unusual glow enveloped him—a sign that his speed Psychic Ability was activated.
In an instant, his figure flickered like lightning, each flash creating hundreds of meters of distance between him and Jiang Ming, disappearing from view in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Jiang Ming’s gaze sharpened as he unreservedly activated his own invisibility Psychic Ability. In a moment, his body became translucent, blending seamlessly with the surrounding air.
Then, he transformed back to his original form; a pair of magnificent wings unfolded from his back, their feathers shimmering with a mysterious luster.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Jiang Ming surged toward the man at high speed, creating a strong gust of wind in his wake.
For ordinary people going about their daily lives, everything remained unchanged; they were oblivious to the extraordinary events unfolding around them.
For instance, a little girl who had just bought a meat pie from a shop was overjoyed as she held the steaming pastry. Just as she took her first bite, a fierce gust of wind swept through like a wild beast charging at her.
The cold wind knocked the pie from her hands, sending it tumbling to the ground where it rolled several times and became covered in dust. Before she could react, her hair whipped across her face from the sudden blast, causing her to cry out in fright. The adults nearby were startled by the unexpected gust and hurriedly shielded their belongings and children, unaware of its source.
This was Jiang Ming using his Psychic Ability; due to the size of his wings, there was significant drag when flying at such high speeds. Even while employing invisibility, the area he passed through was swept by waves of turbulent wind that roared and impacted everything around.
Fortunately for him, because he was invisible, ordinary people could not see his massive and mysterious figure. They simply assumed it was just an ordinary gust of wind and thought little of it.
Beneath the seemingly ordinary surface, an intense chase among Ability Users was unfolding.
At last, the man landed on a dilapidated high-rise, which had long been abandoned after a failed construction attempt.
The building resembled an elderly man nearing the end of his days, its walls mottled and worn, bearing the scars of time and weather. In some areas, the concrete had crumbled away, revealing rusted rebar beneath, as if telling tales of past glory now overshadowed by desolation.
Jiang Ming, utilizing his exceptional stealth abilities, paused one floor above the man. He carefully leaned against the crumbling wall like a vigilant cheetah, settling down quietly to avoid making any sound that might alert those below.
At this moment, Jiang Ming was on the fifth floor, where a pungent odor of decay lingered in the air. The surroundings were cluttered with construction debris and old materials. Dust danced in the beams of light filtering through broken windows, resembling a chaotic swarm of sprites.
Meanwhile, the mysterious figure was on the fourth floor. Jiang Ming was fully focused as he extended his Psychic Ability to envelop the entire building. His invisible mental force spread like a fine net; any movement above would be sensed by him like a spider detecting its prey.
Only three to four minutes had passed when several more Ability Users arrived on the upper floor.
Their presence brought an unusual energy to the silent ruin—a dangerous and mysterious atmosphere began to permeate the air.
These individuals all possessed Psychic Abilities rated A or higher, evident from their imposing aura and demeanor. They wore various styles but shared an untamed and fierce quality; in some circles, such strength could easily form a small faction of Psychic Ability users.
“Hey, Lao Hei, how's it going with what I asked you to do? This time it's crucial; we need to stir things up to draw out those behind us,” said the mysterious man as he turned his head to reveal three men behind him.
The leader was a burly figure with bulging muscles that strained against his tight black T-shirt. A vivid dragon tattoo coiled around his arm, its eyes seeming almost alive with ferocity. His hair was shaved short and stood upright like steel needles. A scar stretched from the corner of his eye down to his chin; rather than making him look ugly, it added an intimidating edge to his appearance. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and gravelly, carrying an undeniable authority.
The man standing to his left was tall and thin, resembling a bamboo stalk. He wore a flashy shirt, the open collar revealing a heavy gold chain that sparkled in the sunlight. His hair was dyed in a multitude of colors, resembling a rainbow atop his head. His eyes constantly darted around, exuding a shrewdness and cunning, while a faint smirk lingered at the corners of his mouth, making it clear that he was a man full of tricks.
On his right stood a man of average build, but an aura of menace surrounded him. His skin was pale, almost sickly white, as if he had never seen the sun. He wore a black trench coat that he hadn’t removed even in the stifling heat; the collar was turned up high, obscuring half of his face and revealing only a pair of narrow eyes that glinted with a cold light, reminiscent of a venomous snake ready to strike.
The mysterious man leisurely pulled a cigarette from his cigarette case and placed it between his lips, his movements slow and imbued with an air of nonchalance. He retrieved an old lighter from his pocket and with a snap, ignited the cigarette. Taking a deep drag, the tip glowed bright orange, and he slowly exhaled a smoke ring that drifted through the air, blurring his features.
With an unhurried tone, the mysterious man said, “Are you still worried about my capabilities? I’ve already released the video, and I’ve destroyed the phone as well. Don’t worry; they won’t find us. As for what happens next, that’s no longer my concern. But can you settle my payment now?”
His voice was flat yet carried an undeniable authority that brooked no refusal, and his gaze revealed disdain for the others present.
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