Hui Tian Ch57

Chapter 57

Supervisor Shen’s comprehensive planning

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A muffled boom echoed from the distance, followed immediately by a subtle tremor beneath their feet.

Standing inside the bridge, Nielsen faced the vast expanse of the sea ahead. Behind him, his secretary reported in a low voice, “This time it was the upper deck. He injured a B-class evolutionist and blasted through the open-air swimming pool to escape to the lower decks before reinforcements could arrive.”

Nielsen narrowed his eyes, remaining silent.

He didn’t want to personally lay a hand on Shen Zhuo to hurt him. Complete compliance only existed during the fleeting days of the initial submission period; he didn’t want Shen Zhuo to immediately turn on him with absolute loathing the moment he cleared his head—even though things were already dangerously close to that point. He still hoped to face a little less aversion in the future.

The ideal scenario was for Shen Zhuo to realize on his own that he had run out of options.

The yacht was already tightly sealed by the Cage of Logic. To outsiders, it appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary blue fishing boat. Furthermore, it was equipped with multiple measures to obscure electro-optics, signals, and magnetic fields, rendering it incapable of sending out any distress signals. By the time the people at the award ceremony—who were currently in utter chaos—found this place, everything should already be over.

Boom!

Another thunderous explosion rattled the ship, this time much closer to the bow. The bodyguards shouted in alarm, their hurried footsteps rapidly rushing toward the noise.

“Such combat literacy.” Nielsen let out a faint laugh, his tone filled with a complex, emotional admiration. “If Shen Zhuo could evolve, he’d be an A-class at the very least.”

“Over there!” “He’s there!” “Split up and search!”

Footsteps drew closer from the distance. Sneaking behind the kitchen door of the crew quarters, Shen Zhuo checked his wristwatch.

When it came to types of abilities, Shen Zhuo was an absolute expert. If he wasn’t mistaken, the ability currently enveloping the entire ship was the Cage of Logic. The most terrifying aspect of this ability was that while outsiders could easily break in once they saw through the camouflage, those inside could never escape. Even if they scuttled the ship right now, it would be futile, because the cage itself was an all-encompassing, 360-degree dead end.

An A-class Cage of Logic could last up to three hours. Right now, only twenty minutes had passed.

It doesn’t matter. Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and let out a silent breath.

No one in this world wanted to see him fall into Nielsen’s hands. The people back on the shore were bound to be searching frantically for the Fenrir at this very moment. Moreover, his physical strength and condition were excellent after administering the serum; he was fully prepared to keep playing this game of cat and mouse, dragging things out as long as possible until he forced out “Tyrant”—

Shen Zhuo inverted the bone-picking knife in his palm, angling the blade to catch a reflection that perfectly locked onto a bodyguard in the corridor outside.

The opponent was also an evolutionist and looked back sharply, sensing the danger. “Over there! He’s—”

Before the guard could finish his sentence, Shen Zhuo decisively whipped his hand forward. The bone-picking knife spun through the air, carrying a flash of cold light, and instantly pierced straight through the bodyguard’s throat!

As blood sprayed into the air, several bodyguards swarmed toward the noise. “There! Surround the kitchen!”

A trace of cold mockery flashed through Shen Zhuo’s eyes. He slipped back into the kitchen, and just as the crowd rushed in to corner him, he threw his weight into a strike that shattered the main water pipe. In an instant, torrents of water blasted out in all directions, drenching everyone from head to toe before they could react. Two of the quicker guards realized the danger, but before they could preemptively strike, Shen Zhuo slammed his palm face-down onto the damp stainless steel countertop.

Zzap!

Bright blue arcs of electricity erupted from his palm, surging through the rushing water in all directions and transforming the entire kitchen into a horrific electric cage!

The stench of scorched flesh instantly filled the air as several bodyguards collapsed simultaneously, either dead or convulsing violently on the floor. Handily seizing a submachine gun from the arms of a fallen guard, Shen Zhuo pulled the trigger without mercy on the approaching reinforcements. In an instant, bullets flew and empty shells rained down, turning the narrow corridor into a blood-splattered kill zone!

The entire hull suddenly gave a violent lurch, causing even the bridge to tilt backward as desks and ornaments overturned with a loud clatter.

“Director-General!” A subordinate burst through the door, reporting frantically. “One man was killed in the crossfire just now. Furthermore, the bottom hull was blasted through and is taking on water—we’ve urgently arranged for evolutionists to reinforce and repair it. However, the engine room was still affected; one of the four engines is completely offline…”

The secretary gasped in shock. “What?”

Nielsen turned his head, finally displaying a hint of astonishment.

“They don’t dare to harm Supervisor Shen, so they’re bound to be constrained during the pursuit. If this continues, it will inevitably lead to more casualties.” The secretary couldn’t help but urge, “The previous intel stated that the A-class serum lasts for forty minutes, and we’re barely halfway through—”

The unspoken implication in the secretary’s words was painfully clear: the longer this dragged on, the more variables would arise.

So valiant, so powerful.

An indescribable sensation welled up in Nielsen’s heart—a mixture of profound admiration, lament, and a subtle trace of relief.

“What a pity he isn’t an evolutionist…”

Nielsen paused, murmuring to himself, “But thank goodness he isn’t an evolutionist.”

The sounds of intense combat echoed faintly from the distance, the rattling of submachine guns intermingled with the crackling roar of thunder and lightning. Nielsen closed his eyes. A few seconds later, his jaw tightened, as if he had finally made up his mind. He opened his eyes and strode out toward the deck.

The sea breeze whipped against his face, rustling Nielsen’s meticulously styled hair. In that exact fraction of a second, the phantom silhouette of a colossal wolf king manifested behind him. Opening its massive maw, it let out a resounding howl that shook the entire surface of the sea—

The S-class ability “Tyrant” was finally unleashed.

The wolf’s howl swept through the air, its sonic wave blasting across the entire ship. Every evolutionist on board instantly reverted to ordinary human form as their abilities vanished into thin air, forced to their knees by an overwhelming pressure descending from the void.

Clang!

The submachine gun slipped from his grasp and hit the deck. Shen Zhuo’s vision went black as his strength evaporated, forcing him down to one knee. In the spinning vertigo, he leaned back against the ship’s railing.

Amidst the dizziness, he saw a pair of footsteps approach at an unhurried pace, coming to a halt on the deck right in front of him.

“Stop, Shen Zhuo. Don’t take any more serums.” Nielsen looked down at the pale Shen Zhuo, his gaze lingering on the hair at his temples, which was drenched in cold sweat.

“What you took just now was an A-class interferential serum, wasn’t it? Your body can’t handle taking two A-class serums back-to-back. I don’t want to hurt you.”

In truth, he could have easily used a mental ability to seize direct control, but after weighing it over and over, Nielsen had chosen to use a drug instead. Deep down in the recesses of his heart, he still harbored a faint, illusory thread of emotion—he hoped that he wasn’t the only one sinking into this abyss.

He wanted Shen Zhuo to have at least some pleasant, not-so-terrible memories of this, even if it was just a tiny fraction.

But Shen Zhuo had already administered an ability-boosting serum before drinking that glass of wine, which completely neutralized the aphrodisiac effect. Nielsen could only drop to one knee, gazing at him with tender sincerity as he extended his open palm forward. “Why are you so resistant to me?”

“I only want to take care of you. From this day forward, no matter what happens, I guarantee you the highest status and absolute freedom. Is that not enough?”

Shen Zhuo shook his head violently, finally clearing his mind from the vertigo brought on by “Tyrant.” Supporting himself against the railing behind him, he stood up. Completely ignoring Nielsen’s promises, he fired back a direct question:

“What exactly happened at the award ceremony that was enough to pull you down from your position?”

—This man always managed to strike straight at the vitals, hitting the mark with merciless precision.

Nielsen fell into an abrupt, heavy silence.

“…Shen Zhuo,” he finally couldn’t help but ask, “if we had just continued working together normally, you would never have developed feelings for me, would you?”

Shen Zhuo sneered, but before he could speak, Nielsen hastily changed his mind. “Forget it, don’t answer me. I don’t want to hear any hypocritical pleasantries from your mouth at a time like this.”

Shen Zhuo replied coldly, “Perhaps you might finally hear the truth this time. Aren’t you even going to try?”

Nielsen let out a bitter laugh. “No, I know what the truth is. Does it have to do with that Bai Sheng?”

“…”

“I don’t understand, Shen Zhuo.” Nielsen stared into those deep, icy eyes, genuinely wanting to know from the bottom of his heart. “Do you really like him that much? Do you not realize that he is also an S-class? In essence, he is no different from every other S-class evolutionist you so thoroughly despise.”

The waves nudged the yacht as it drifted, already far away from the shore. The vast, boundless expanse surrounded them on all sides, as if every connection to the world had been left far behind.

“…The alpha-wolf traits that evolution granted Bai Sheng are indeed identical to yours,” Shen Zhuo said after a long pause, his voice raspy.

“An alpha wolf prioritizes its own kind. If a day comes in the future where he is forced to choose between his own kind and humanity, the answer might be self-evident. But before that day arrives, Bai Sheng believes in the concept of equality down to his very bones. He has never once used his S-class pheromones to oppress a single lower-tier evolutionist.”

“He clearly possesses the power to rule over all of his kind in Shenhai, to easily become the uncrowned king of evolutionists, yet he chooses not to. Instead, he deliberately suppresses his own pheromones year after year.” Shen Zhuo offered a faint smile and said, “So you are wrong. In essence, he is completely different from the other nineteen S-class evolutionists.”

As if a steel needle had pierced his nerves, even Nielsen’s heart shuddered in pain. He involuntarily raised his voice: “An alpha wolf that cannot establish its own territory and authority is nothing more than an incompetent piece of trash in the world of S-classes!”

“Perhaps,” Shen Zhuo said, arching an eyebrow meaningfully. “But being a piece of trash is still far better than you, who had to unleash ‘Tyrant’ against a mere B-class.”

Nielsen froze. “What?”

“Chu Yan told me that during her observations of your battle against Rong Qi, she noticed that every roar of the wolf is followed by a lengthy forty-minute cooldown period.” Shen Zhuo nonchalantly pulled off his black gloves, tossing them aside at random. “So from the very beginning, I knew that the first order of business was to draw out and resolve ‘Tyrant’…”

Nielsen’s gaze fell upon the back of Shen Zhuo’s left hand. To his utter disbelief, the marker flashing there wasn’t an ‘A’ like he had assumed, but a ‘B’!

In an instant, scenes from their dinner flashed through Nielsen’s mind—Shen Zhuo had actually plotted all of this back when he went to the restroom. Using a B-class serum with virtually no side effects, he gambled and won his smooth escape from the restaurant; he gambled and won that the bodyguards would only dare to capture him alive without causing harm; and in the end, he successfully gambled out the cooldown period of ‘Tyrant.’

Planning before acting, every link perfectly interlocking—his meticulousness and sheer audacity were both at the absolute peak!

“You were right about one thing—administering two A-class serums back-to-back is indeed incredibly difficult.” Shen Zhuo drew out an injection tube barely two inches long from the inner lining of his coat. “Fortunately, to deal with you, this single one will suffice.”

With a sharp click, the metal cap popped off. He drove the needle straight into his carotid artery, and a meteorite-blue glow instantly flooded his entire system.

Under Nielsen’s stunned gaze, the B-class marker on Shen Zhuo’s left hand metabolized rapidly, morphing into an ‘A’. The color representing his ability intensity shifted drastically from blood-red to a deep ochre, before finally darkening into an exceptionally rare, crimson-tinged black.

“…Is that Yue Yang’s serum?” Nielsen spoke instantly without a second thought, his voice harsh. “It’s useless, Shen Zhuo! Even without ‘Tyrant’, I am still an S-class. Yue Yang’s rank isn’t high enough to—”

BOOM!!

A majestic ice dragon blotted out the sun, its explosive force nearly tearing through the yacht. Even Nielsen was forced back several yards under the terrifying impact!

With a sharp, whistling tear through the wind, Shen Zhuo gripped a fiercely blazing long spear in his hand.

Black flames erupted violently along the shaft, illuminating half the sky. The thousand-degree heat caused the seawater to instantly vaporize, conjuring a magnificent, otherworldly spectacle across the vast ocean.

“You guessed wrong. There isn’t just a Yue Yang in this world.”

Shen Zhuo pointed the spear directly at Nielsen, the corners of his mouth curling into a provocative smirk. “Allow me to introduce you to Yang Xiaodao, the war god of integrated reasoning—an underage prodigy of absolute, world-class genius.”

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