Hui Tian Ch8

Chapter 8

Yue Yang looked at Bai Sheng and felt that he had seen too little of the world.

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“Shen Zhuo!” Yue Yang shouted, chasing him down the steps.

The guards outside the Supervision Office building thought they were seeing things and hurriedly raised their hands in a salute. In the distance, staff members whispered among themselves, “Is that Director Yue?” “Why would he come to Shenhai?” “What happened?”
…

Shen Zhuo finally stopped and turned around, taking a breath. “What can I do for you, Director Yue?”

Yue Yang, as if completely oblivious to the impatience in his voice, looked at him calmly. “I heard about what happened last night. Your approach was too dangerous.”

“…”

“You are one of the ten permanent supervisors in the world, but your actions last night exceeded the safety range of even a regular supervisor. What if backup hadn’t arrived in time? What if the other party had turned your plan against you and taken the opportunity to kidnap you?”

“There are many people in this world who want you dead. You must always remember that safety comes first.”

The two stood just a few feet apart. Shen Zhuo crossed his arms, frowning slightly as he stared at him. After a moment, he said coolly, “The ones who want me dead the most in this world are you people at the Central Supervision Office.”

Yue Yang tried to say something, but Shen Zhuo cut him off. “Save it. We are not in a relationship where we can pretend to care about each other.”

“…” Yue Yang fell silent for a moment, then said, “Fu Chen would not have wanted anything to happen to you. I have a responsibility to ensure that for him, now that he’s gone.”

“Sorry, I can’t seem to understand the loyal brotherhood between you evolutionists,” Shen Zhuo said with undisguised sarcasm. “What, did you come to Shenhai to personally mourn for Zhao Jun?”

Yue Yang had clearly developed excellent composure through years of torment. He paused for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.

“The Central Supervision Office sent an invitation to that S-class named Bai Sheng, but he refused, saying he only wants to stay in Shenhai. So I’ve arranged to meet with him later. I want to personally persuade him to reconsider accepting the central district’s recruitment.”

Shen Zhuo said, “Then go find him.”

Yue Yang’s tone grew slightly heavier. “Bai Sheng told me that he has already submitted an application to the Shenhai City Supervision Office and is just waiting for your approval.”

The area in front of the Supervision Office building was empty. Even the patrolling guards detoured far away, leaving only the two of them standing on the steps, one higher than the other.

“He did submit an application, but I have already rejected it,” Shen Zhuo replied calmly and professionally after a moment.

“Most evolutionists exhibit a regression in social behavior, specifically a clear internal class system and an instinctive obedience of lower ranks to higher ranks. In other words, it’s very similar to the ecological model of a wolf pack. Therefore, a high-level evolutionist is like the alpha of a pack and will shake the order and balance of an entire region, just as Fu Chen ruled the entire central district back then. And after Fu Chen’s death, the alpha wolf was replaced by you.”

“…”

“Shenhai is the world’s largest gathering area for evolutionists. Balance and order are paramount. I will never allow an uncrowned king to appear in this city,” Shen Zhuo said. “If you don’t take Bai Sheng away, I will find a way to expel him.”

Yue Yang was silent for a long time before finally replying in a low voice, “I understand. Thank you for once again reminding me how much you discriminate against evolutionists.”

Shen Zhuo nodded in agreement, then turned to walk up the steps.

His right hand was in his suit pants pocket, his left hanging at his side. A black leather glove covered his long fingers, so tightly that even the knuckles were visible. The moment they passed each other, Yue Yang’s gaze fell on his left hand, and he couldn’t help but call out, “—Shen Zhuo!”

Shen Zhuo glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Yue Yang was silent for a second, and the words on the tip of his tongue changed. “The third anniversary of Fu Chen’s death is coming up. Are you coming to the memorial service?”

The sounds of cars and people from the street drifted over faintly, but this small space was extremely quiet, as if even the air had frozen.

Shen Zhuo stopped, looking down at Yue Yang. After a moment, he let out a laugh. “You are truly concerned about your brother’s affairs, Director Yue.”

Yue Yang paused. “I just—”

Shen Zhuo leaned down, the corner of his lips curling into an undisguised arc, and whispered in his ear, “If you keep this up, I’ll have to suspect whether you’re concerned about your brother in the underworld, or if you’ve always had feelings for me…”

Vroom! The roar of a supercar’s engine exploded.

A Koenigsegg drifted around the corner, arri
}ving like a flash of lightning, its engine roaring, shaking the entire street. The next second, the tires screeched to a halt, stopping steadily in front of the Supervision Office building.

Amidst countless admiring gazes from both sides of the road, the twenty-million-RMB-on-wheels lifted its scissor doors. The handsome man in the driver’s seat took off his sunglasses; it was none other than Bai Sheng.

“Yo!” he called out enthusiastically. “What secrets are you two whispering? Mind if I join?”

Yue Yang: “…”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

Bai Sheng swung his long legs over the barrier gate with ease, even waving at the guard in the duty room whose jaw had dropped to the floor. This man definitely had a severe case of being a social butterfly. With his hands in his pockets and a swagger in his step, he turned the short ten-meter walk into an international male model’s fashion show. Arriving at the foot of the building, he looked up and met the numerous stunned faces crowded behind rows of windows.

Bai Sheng beamed. “Hello, comrades! You’ve all worked hard!”

Upstairs, Chen Miao reflexively responded, “To serve the peop—What are you looking at?! Why are you all crowded by the windows! Get back to work!!”

The crowd snapped out of it and immediately scattered like birds.

“You must be Director Yue. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Bai Sheng proactively and forcefully shook the blank-faced Yue Yang’s hand, then turned to Shen Zhuo. He first carefully looked Shen Zhuo up and down, his gaze openly roving from the tips of his hair to the soles of his shoes, before smiling and asking:

“Did you sleep well last night, Supervisor?”

“…” There was a subtle tone in Shen Zhuo’s voice. “What are you doing at the Supervision Office, Mr. Bai?”

These days, some people really only looked good by comparison. At their first meeting, a certain Mr. Bai had flexed his muscles while forcing Supervisor Shen to help him button his clothes. At their second meeting, he had hugged Supervisor Shen and boldly came out in public, nearly scaring his own uncle to death. But at this third meeting, this Mr. Bai, standing shoulder to shoulder with Director Yue from the central district, suddenly looked much more pleasing to the eye in contrast. Even his naturally flippant tone of voice didn’t sound annoying at all.

“Director Yue said he flew over from the central district today to treat me to a meal. I thought I’d drop by and see if Supervisor Shen had time. If you did, I’d pick you up and we could go together… I didn’t expect to run into you two.” Bai Sheng winked playfully at Shen Zhuo. “Let’s go. Roast whole lamb. Coming?”

Yue Yang cleared his throat and explained in a low voice, “Supervisor Shen never eats out. The main office has safety regulations for him…”

“You’re driving a two-seater. Am I supposed to sit on your roof?” Shen Zhuo said coldly.

Yue Yang was taken aback.

Shen Zhuo looked at them no more, turned, and walked up the steps, heading straight into the building.

“Yo, he’s angry,” Bai Sheng said, watching him disappear in disbelief. “I was just about to say I’d let him drive, and I’d carry the car and run.”

Yue Yang finally couldn’t hold back. “Are you two very close?”

Bai Sheng’s movements paused, as if he had heard an incredible question. “Close?”

“…”

“How can the relationship between people be defined by a simple ‘close’ or ‘not close’? Supervisor Shen and I, we hit it off at first sight, like long-lost friends. We’re like high mountains and flowing water meeting a kindred spirit. A day apart feels like three autumns!”

“…”

Yue Yang looked at Bai Sheng’s serious expression, momentarily unsure how to react. He suddenly felt that the phrase “I will find a way to expel him” might have been a figment of his imagination.

“Tsk, let me tell you,” Bai Sheng said, acting buddy-buddy and draping an arm around Yue Yang’s shoulders, leading him toward the sports car by the roadside. He spoke with great relish, “Supervisor Shen and I knew we were kindred spirits from our very first meeting, you know? It was at the airport. Supervisor Shen specially brought a lot of people to greet me at the cabin door. He helped me with my luggage and even let me take his private car home. He said he would be very kind and friendly to me, and even proactively revealed some of the contents of the supervisor’s handbook to me…”

Yue Yang’s steps faltered. “He proactively revealed the contents of his handbook to you?”

“Yeah,” Bai Sheng said without batting an eye. “Article One, Clause One and Article One, Clause Ten.”

Each handbook was specially formulated based on the supervisor’s individual situation—from Yue Yang’s expression, it was clear he didn’t know what was in Shen Zhuo’s handbook.

“After years of wandering in a foreign land, when I finally returned to my homeland, Supervisor Shen was the first to welcome me with open arms, the first to put a coat on me. His silent and selfless care finally let me feel the warmth, consideration, and love I had longed for!”

Bai Sheng generously helped a group of young influencers sitting on the hood of his car take photos, posed for a picture with them making a peace sign, and waved them goodbye with a smile. Then he turned to Yue Yang and said emotionally:

“Tell me, Director Yue, how can I bear to leave Shenhai for City B? How can I leave this motherland that bore and raised me?!”

Yue Yang felt he should say something, but he opened his mouth and the words stuck in his throat. He felt dazed, as if he hadn’t seen enough of the world.

“Let’s go, let’s get some roast whole lamb.” Bai Sheng helped Yue Yang lift the car door and clapped his hands with delight. “After we eat, I’ll personally drive you to the airport. I guarantee I’ll get you back to City B safely, quickly, and without any delay!”

Yue Yang: “…”

The supercar sped away with a roar, leaving only a trail of smoke slowly dissipating.

Upstairs, by the office window, Shen Zhuo withdrew his gaze and muttered, “If I live to be a hundred, I’ll have to thank these two for rolling out of Shenhai together.”

A team member who had just finished his work report behind the desk asked, “Huh? Supervisor, what did you say?”

“Nothing,” Shen Zhuo said faintly, waving the team member out. He walked to the desk, put on his glasses, and turned on the computer.

According to Zhao Jun’s confession, the broker, Shi San Yao, had stolen the real evolution source from the supplier, “Mr. Rong,” then used a fake to swindle a large sum of money from Zhao Jun, and finally disappeared. It was unknown whether he was dead or had run off with the real evolution source.

Setting aside the broker Shi San Yao, who was “Mr. Rong”?

Disabled, young, in a wheelchair, but there was no one matching the description in the national evolutionist data system.

Could he be an ordinary person? Unlikely.

Based on the experience of supervisors from major jurisdictions worldwide, the evolution source trade in the black market was basically dominated by evolutionists. Even if a small number of ordinary people were involved, they could only act as brokers—because evolutionists were highly united and extremely exclusive. Ordinary people had no way to obtain a resource as rare as military-grade weapons.

But the key point was, why would an evolutionist be in a wheelchair?

The first step of evolution was the absolute enhancement of physical fitness. Limbs could regenerate, all diseases would be cured, and even cancer cells could be cleared in an instant. It was no exaggeration to say that even if this “Mr. Rong” was born without limbs, he could instantly grow two new legs after evolving—evolution and disability were in themselves an incompatible paradox.

Then, could the disability be related to this person’s special ability?

A strange intuition in his subconscious was constantly warning him. In Shen Zhuo’s life, this intuition for danger had saved his life many times, but at this moment, he didn’t know where the danger was coming from.

Shen Zhuo let out a silent breath and sent a request for investigation assistance to the International Supervision General Administration.

Such requests usually took at least several working days to receive a reply, so after sending it, he paid it no mind, held a meeting, and dealt with his backlogged work. The sky outside the window turned from light to dark. By the time he finished approving the last report, it was already nine o’clock at night. The Supervision Office had switched to the night shift, and the driver was waiting outside the office. Seeing Shen Zhuo push the door open, he immediately stood up and saluted. “Supervisor, are you going home to rest tonight?”

Shen Zhuo put on his coat and walked towards the stairs. “There’s a security seminar at the military district tomorrow morning. Inform the airport to prepare a private jet.”

A black, bulletproof sedan drove along the highway. Rows of streetlights swept past the car window. Shen Zhuo leaned back in the rear seat, closing his eyes to rest.

Far ahead on the highway, the military airport was brightly lit against the night sky.

“Supervisor,” the driver said after taking a call, looking at the back seat through the rearview mirror, “Captain Chen said they have drawn a portrait of the broker ‘Shi San Yao’ based on Zhao Jun’s description and have urgently identified him from the portrait. The information has just been sent over.”

Shen Zhuo opened his eyes, his gaze clear and free of any drowsiness. He reached out and took the tablet the driver handed him.

“Shi San Yao'” real name was Liu Sanji, forty-one years old, a migrant worker with a criminal record of multiple thefts. The tablet displayed his file photo: a man with narrow eyes, a square face, and a short stature, exuding a fierce and highly vigilant aura of someone used to life on the streets.

Unexpectedly, he was a D-class evolutionist.

The abilities of D-class evolutionists were very weak. If Liu Sanji was a habitual thief before his evolution, it wouldn’t be strange for him to take the risk of stealing the evolution source from his supplier out of a desire for power. Zhao Jun’s testimony stated that he later lost contact with Liu Sanji. If this broker wasn’t caught and killed by “Mr. Rong,” he should have escaped with the real evolution source.

Shen Zhuo pressed his temples. “Have Chen Miao issue an assistance notice to all major supervision jurisdictions. This person may have important intelligence about ‘Mr. Rong.’ Try to capture him alive, do not kill on sight.”

“Yes, sir!”

Shen Zhuo casually placed the tablet beside him and leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes.

On the tablet screen, Liu Sanji, dressed in an orange prison uniform, stared at the ceiling of the car with his narrow eyes.

At the same time, outside the car window.

On the rolling hills beside the highway, a man watched the approaching black, bulletproof private car, his narrow, fierce eyes squinting. On his chest, he wore an evolution source meteorite that glowed with a faint light.

It was Liu Sanji.

“—Within half a month, bring the Shenhai City Supervisor Shen Zhuo to me; otherwise, you and your ability will both be taken back by me with interest. Understood?”

Mr. Rong’s gentle, smiling voice echoed in his ear again. A chill shot up from the depths of his bone marrow. Liu Sanji gritted his teeth.

A few rays of bleak moonlight leaked through the gaps in the dark clouds, illuminating the group of pale, rigid figures standing behind him. Liu Sanji took a breath, looked at the gradually approaching car, and spat out two hoarse words:

“Do it.”

Ahead was an overpass. After the bridge was the military airport. The driver skillfully signaled and drove onto the empty bridge. The phone in the back seat suddenly rang.

Shen Zhuo opened his eyes and saw that the screen displayed an unknown number. “Hello?”

The next moment, Bai Sheng’s cheerful and enthusiastic voice came from the other end of the phone. “Hello, Supervisor Shen, have you eaten tonight? Director Yue and I just finished the roast whole lamb. I packed two pieces of lamb flank and a leg of lamb for you…”

Shen Zhuo silently hung up the call.

The atmosphere in the car was as heavy as death.

After a long moment, the driver let out a dry laugh. He was trying his best to ease the atmosphere, though it sounded more like his throat muscles were twitching.

“Bai-ge really never forgets to show concern for our Shenhai City Supervision Office, hahaha!”

Shen Zhuo said calmly, “Go back and find out who gave my phone number to Bai Sheng. When you find out, dock their bonus for half a year.”

“…………” The driver: “Yes, sir!”

Shen Zhuo put down his phone. Just then, there was a sudden—Bang!—on the roof of the car.

The entire car body shook violently. Both men looked up at the same time. Shen Zhuo instinctively reached his hand into his coat.

The driver’s face changed slightly. “Something fell. Supervisor, fasten your seatbelt. I’ll…”

Before he could finish, a giant, pale human face peered down from the roof of the car. Dozens of eyes were crammed onto the entire face, staring straight at him through the windshield.

“!!”

The driver’s pupils shrank violently. The steering wheel slipped in his hands, and the tires screeched sharply against the ground. The scenery outside the window spun wildly, and the bridge pillar ahead rushed towards them—

BOOM!!

Impact and darkness arrived simultaneously. His five senses seemed to disappear in an instant.
…

After an unknown amount of time, consciousness gradually returned. Sharp pain devoured his mind, starting from the nerve endings.

Shen Zhuo opened his eyes. His vision couldn’t focus due to the violent impact. After a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again. Everything in front of him gradually became clear.

The air was filled with the smell of burning rubber and gasoline. The car’s interior was crushed and deformed, the seats were upside down, and the blood that had gushed from the shock to his ears trickled down towards the corner of his eye.

The car had flipped over.

“…Cough, cough, cough,” Shen Zhuo coughed up some blood foam and called the driver’s name, “Luo Zhen?”

There was no response from the driver’s seat.

Shen Zhuo forcefully unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out to push the slanted car door, then his movements suddenly froze.

Outside the car, the sound of stiff, dragging footsteps grew closer and closer, more and more distinct. Soon, they surrounded the car from all directions. Through the car window, pairs of bare feet could be seen on the asphalt road.

Those were definitely not the feet of living people.

They were pale and swollen, covered from the instep to the calf with gashes. In the flesh of every gash, small, wriggling eyes were crammed, dense and bustling. With a swish, they all looked at Shen Zhuo inside the car.

Then the car window—

CRACK!!

The bulletproof glass shattered, and several hands crammed with small eyes reached in, scrambling over each other.

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