The man's eyes were covered in bruises, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were filled with a strange excitement.

"Voris—Ura Baha—Freeze!" Xia Xiang quickly froze the person, while Hu Yanjing and Ren Chenfeng split up to search the entire basement.

When they returned to the center, Xia Xiang had already tied the man up tightly.

"I'll handle the interrogation," Hu Yanjing said, pulling out a recording pen.

"I'll check if there's any other information about him," Ren Chenfeng said.

"Then I'll go check there," Xia Xiang said, pointing to the rows of various reagents on the wall.

The three-person team worked together and quickly searched the man and his residence inside and out.

"Logically speaking, this person's ranking shouldn't be this low." Ren Chenfeng frowned, holding a stack of documents in his hands, and returned to the basement.

"Yes, that's true." Xia Xiang secretly took away a lot of the various reagents from his shelf, realizing that this unlucky guy was no ordinary unlucky guy.

"He confessed everything." Hu Yanjing's face was full of anger. He turned to look at the corpse that had been covered with a white sheet, his eyes bloodshot. He was still furious when he finished speaking and punched the man in the face.

The man fell straight to the ground—

With a click, the platform holding the corpse slowly slid away.

"Ugh—" The three of them vomited in unison.

"Is this human?" Hu Yanjing asked uncertainly.

"...most likely," Xia Xiang couldn't help but gag twice, "It's too cruel."

"That pervert!" Hu Yanjing kicked him several times in a fit of anger.

Lying below the stage was a humanoid object pieced together, covered with neat stitches, submerged in an unknown liquid.

"It's getting late, let's go back as soon as possible," Xia Xiang urged.

"Where is this pervert?" Hu Yanjing kicked the man on the ground again.

“He’s confessed everything he needed to, just kill him,” Xia Xiang said coldly.

“I agree, but this information needs to be reported to higher authorities. What about the cause of his death? We can’t just say we killed him,” Ren Chenfeng said worriedly.

"Don't think too much about it, I'll take responsibility for this," Xia Xiang said.

"What responsibility are you going to take?!" Hu Yanjing asked, puzzled. "We came here secretly in the first place, so we don't need to take responsibility for this."

"It seems I'll have no choice but to reveal my identity," Xia Xiang sighed.

"What is your identity?" the two asked.

“Acting Alliance Leader,” Xia Xiang said, taking out the supreme gold token given to her by the Alliance Leader. “When submitting the documents, just say it’s a secret order from the Alliance Leader.”

"Is this real or fake?" Hu Yanjing snatched the Supreme Gold Token and bit it with his upper teeth.

"Is it true?" Ren Chenfeng flipped it over and looked at it.

Xia Xiang: ...

"It's getting late, come and help me." Xia Xiang snatched the Supreme Gold Medal back through the handkerchief.

"Oh," the two responded, and followed Xia Xiang to the row of reagent shelves.

"The timer is set for two hours. Around the time we take the body out of the underworld territory, the bomb will explode, and everything here will turn to ashes."

After planting the bomb, the three men immediately left the filthy place.

It was already past midnight, with heavy dew and fog, so the three of them hurried back to Gulaier's house.

"Wait!" Xia Xiang saw a familiar figure and said in a low voice.

"What's wrong?!" The two asked, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

"I've made a discovery that I must check out," Xia Xiang said eagerly. "Take this to Gulaier's house. If you meet a young lady who likes to wear white dresses, show it to her and then wait for me at her house."

Xia Xiang took out the knife she had used to threaten Bing Xin before and handed it to Ren Chenfeng.

"Be careful." Seeing her serious expression, Ren Chenfeng took the knife and gave her a word of advice.

"Okay," Xia Xiang nodded and then chased after the figure from before.

——

Xia Xiang chased after him but couldn't find him. She wanted to go back, but she accidentally entered another room.

A somewhat familiar-looking long-haired young woman knelt in the center of the room, while above her stood a stern old man in a white Zhongshan suit, looking down at the kneeling woman with a dignified and imposing air.

"Sect Leader, please forgive me. Lanling Wang is utterly loyal to the Yehela family and is the sharpest blade in the old sect leader's hand. Killing him now would not benefit the sect leader at all," Bingxin pleaded, her voice trembling.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the empty hall.

"You do seem to have some consideration for me," the sect leader said in a dignified voice, unhurriedly.

"It is Bingxin's greatest honor to be able to share the burdens of the sect leader," Bingxin said.

"Then go ahead and kill him," the sect leader's authoritative voice rang out again, tinged with regret. "Bingxin, I'm so disappointed in you."

"A knife is good if it can be used, whether it is sharp or not, and the same goes for you. If I find out that you are pointing the knife in the wrong direction, you will both be destroyed."

"It's up to you whether you want to keep that knife or this one. Don't end up with nothing. You're a smart person, you know how to choose."

"Yes," Bing Xin replied, a struggle flashing in her eyes, her voice choked with emotion.

"Get out!"

After listening, Xia Xiang glanced at the old man and quietly left.

She hadn't gone far when she encountered the familiar figure she had lost track of.

"ZACK, don't go too far, or you won't be able to explain it to the sect leader," the masked man said shrilly.

"Explain?" The man called ZACK sneered. "Peach, aren't we just using each other? What do I need to explain?"

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