Hui Tian Ch89

Chapter 89

Shen Zhuo: “I convince people with reason.”

The private jet came to a stop, and the cabin door swung open with a whoosh.

“The Myanmar Supervisor was seriously injured in the riots two days ago, and they sent the Deputy Supervisor to meet us.” Shen Zhuo stood up and walked towards the cabin door, speaking to Bai Sheng without looking back, “Over sixty children are being held in the central square of the town, and we need to go there immediately.”

Chu Yan, holding the hem of her sky-blue skirt, was the first to descend the stairs. Yang Xiaodao, wearing his pair of steel boxing gloves, followed her. Then came Shen Zhuo, fastening his suit jacket as he stepped out of the cabin.

Lastly, Bai Sheng, not blinking, kept his eyes fixed on the tall and slender back of the Chief Supervisor. Clang! He crashed head first into the top frame of the cabin door.

“…” The three people in front simultaneously turned around, their expressions complex.

Bai Sheng arrogantly covered his head and pointed around, saying, “What are you looking at? When I get back, I’ll buy a Gulfstream G600. One side of the fuselage will be painted with a white heart symbol and Shen, and the other side will be painted with Shen and a white heart symbol. Whoever is more filial in the future will get it, understood?”

Chu Yan whispered to Yang Xiaodao, “That painting makes it hard for me to be very filial…”

“Only art gives us order in our grasp of the visible, the tangible, and the audible—Ernst Cassirer.” On the tarmac, Cameron stood with his hands behind his back, raising an eyebrow at Bai Sheng, his tone filled with a chant-like mockery, “The visible, tangible door frame and the audible crash have imposed on you the order of having to bow your head. It shows you have the soul of an artist, dear Mr. Bai.”

“…” The word ‘artist’ was probably the highest level of insult in Cameron’s dictionary, but Bai Sheng still responded politely, “Thank you, brother.”

Cameron: “Who’s your—!”

“What are you doing here?” Shen Zhuo interrupted him.

The International Supervision General Administration’s private jet was parked not far away, likely having landed in sync with theirs. A squad of heavily armed and well-trained special bodyguards was arranged under the plane.

“I happened to be visiting Japan, so I came over to take a look.” Cameron adjusted his suit jacket, answering lightly, “Although the authorities are strongly suppressing international opinion about this riot, it is indeed a vile racial incident. The EHPBC’s anti-riot special forces will arrive in two hours to rescue the sixty-plus child hostages with military means.”

“Military means will only provoke a high-intensity backlash in this sensitive area. You’re deliberately trying to exacerbate racial tensions,” Shen Zhuo frowned and said. “Have your anti-riot forces hold off. We’ll go to the demonstration site first and try to resolve it peacefully.”

Cameron shrugged regretfully, “Allow me to remind you, Supervisor Shen, I am the Acting Director-General, and the previous arrangement was an order to you, not a suggestion. If you insist on going to the high-risk area yourself, I could even propose your immediate dismissal…”

Shen Zhuo waved his hand, and Yang Xiaodao, like an alert Doberman, perked up his ears and immediately stepped forward.

“Allow me to remind you, Mr. Director-General,” Shen Zhuo patted Yang Xiaodao’s shoulder, calmly saying, “I currently hold the absolute military advantage. If you insist on obstructing me from going to the demonstration site to rescue the hostages, I can have this science warrior’s hundred-ton fist smash into your face, letting your skull, heartbeat, and life experience simultaneous, permanent dismissal. Understood?”

Cameron: “…”

Yang Xiaodao, expressionless, waved his gigantic boxing glove at him, terrifying blue electric arcs bursting from the steel spikes.

Two off-road vehicles sped towards them and quickly stopped not far away. Several inspectors with assault rifles jumped out of the cars.

A burly, dark-skinned local Myanmar man in a camouflage short-sleeve shirt strode forward, likely the deputy inspector sent to meet them. A knife scar crossed his grim face, and he spoke a string of Burmese.

The translator hurried over, “Director-General! Supervisor Shen! Thank you for coming from afar. The opposition has occupied most of the town, and the situation is urgent. We’re very grateful for your help!”

Shen Zhuo ignored Cameron, “What’s the current situation?”

The Myanmar Deputy Supervisor spoke in Burmese again, and through the translator, they learned his name was Bo Kun, and he had been sent to assist Cameron and Shen Zhuo’s group in reaching the demonstration site.

In this region, the conflict between humans and evolutionists has always been intense due to rampant drug trafficking and arms dealing. Late last night, the opposition humans attacked the supervision office, stealing a large number of special weapons. Hundreds of evolutionists were killed one after another, their bodies lying in the streets until this morning.

Over sixty children, all low-level evolutionists unable to protect themselves, were taken hostage. Among them, only one Myanmar boy is an A-class, but he is not yet nine years old.

The hostages are now tied to tall wooden stakes in the square. The opposition is loudly demanding that Shen Zhuo come forward for a dialogue, or they will set the children on fire come nightfall.

“Half of the hostages are Chinese children, so we urgently hope Supervisor Shen can help resolve this sudden incident,” the translator said tactfully. “Not only would it save us from disaster, but it would also be beneficial for you, Supervisor Shen…”

The meaning of this was clear.

If Shen Zhuo didn’t come this time and the children were burned to death at night, especially since half of them were his country’s children—the notorious stain of this black history would follow Shen Zhuo for life. It would be engraved on his tombstone—far more severe than killing someone like Fu Chen.

“I have no objection to the opposition, but taking children as hostages is too low,” Bai Sheng, who naturally loved children, both human and evolutionary, frowned unhappily upon hearing this. “Are there any hostages injured?”

The translator whispered in Chinese, “As far as we know, there aren’t any yet, but… well, some of the children belong to local drug dealers. Our region has been ruled by drug-dealing evolutionists, so the residents are very resentful…”

The group split into several extended Hummers, speeding along the bumpy dirt road from the military airport towards the town. Barren slopes quickly receded on both sides amidst flying sand and dust.

Cameron couldn’t stop Shen Zhuo, so he had to bring his special bodyguards along while maintaining satellite communication with the follow-up anti-riot troops. The military helicopters carrying them were already en route to the incident site.

The translator drove the car himself, with Bai Sheng and Shen Zhuo in the middle, and Chu Yan and Yang Xiaodao flanking the esteemed Director-General Cameron in the third row. Cameron, sharply sensing something familiar called intelligence from Chu Yan, said nothing after scrutinizing her but was clearly filled with doubt and criticism towards Yang Xiaodao. His gray-green eyes roamed up and down the boy’s body before he slowly said:

“You are…”

Yang Xiaodao pointed to Bai Sheng in the front row, succinctly saying, “His son.”

Cameron nodded, cautiously asking, “Does your family have a genetic history of literature, history, philosophy, and artists?”

Yang Xiaodao was confused: “?”

Chu Yan firmly said, “No, he will definitely study science in the future!”

“…” Yang Xiaodao, very timid in front of Chu Yan, meekly replied, “Yes, I will definitely study science in the future.”

Only then did Cameron show a somewhat relieved expression and sit up straight without speaking.

“Why does your brother have such a problem with philosophy?” Bai Sheng leaned over and complained in a low voice into Shen Zhuo’s ear.

Shen Zhuo, in the same tone, softly replied, “He has no issue with philosophy. He just has a problem with you.”

Bai Sheng: “…”

The vehicle swayed slightly as it sped along. In the front row, the Burmese Deputy Supervisor named Bo Kun was loudly speaking into a satellite phone. Bai Sheng suddenly noticed something, leaned forward to observe closely for a moment, then leaned towards Shen Zhuo, softly indicating:

“Look at his hand.”

The arm of the Burmese Deputy Supervisor had several red-purple marks, signs of long-term intravenous injection.

This man was a drug user.

Myanmar had produced two S-class individuals in one go, indicating that the radiation intensity of the second wave of global evolution meteoric powder was very high locally. However, Deputy Supervisor Bo Kun was human, likely because his genes lacked the evolutionary switch.

But he was clearly not an ordinary human. His demeanor was fierce, ruthless, and cold, with multiple knife scars on his face and arms. To hold such a high position as Deputy Supervisor locally, he likely had ties to drug lord forces.

“@#￥%…” At this time, Bo Kun hung up the phone, turned back and said a few words with a smile.

The translator, while driving, said, “Deputy Supervisor Bo Kun says, the last time that wicked S-level went to Shenhai to show off, it was thanks to Mr. Bai’s help in killing him. He hasn’t had the chance to thank Mr. Bai yet.”

Bai Sheng relaxed in his seat, swaying slightly with the vehicle’s bumps, and smiled, “You’re too kind. It was the right thing to do!”

The Deputy Supervisor grinned with a false, sly enthusiasm, his eyes glancing at the back of Bai Sheng’s hand, seemingly wanting to see the evolutionary mark firsthand, a mix of concealed envy flashing in his gaze.

Shen Zhuo was very familiar with this look, having seen it in the eyes of many humans who dreamed of evolving.

“&%￥#$￥%!” Bo Kun cheerfully said something to Bai Sheng, and the translator quickly added, “Our Deputy Supervisor says, Mr. Bai is a very lucky person!”

Bai Sheng nonchalantly replied, “I am most fortunate because of my close bond with Supervisor Shen!”

Bo Kun glanced at Shen Zhuo, smiled without saying a word, and turned back to sit properly.

Shen Zhuo placed his palm on the back of Bai Sheng’s hand and pressed it gently. Both of them understood each other’s unspoken words.

The local situation was sensitive and complex; they needed to quickly capture Su Jiqiao and then leave, avoiding too much entanglement with the Myanmar supervision office.

·

A line of cars, enveloped in billowing dust, finally drove into the town, weaving through narrow alleys to avoid the rioting crowds. Thanks to the local driver guiding them, they navigated countless winding paths before the view suddenly opened up.

A wave of scorching heat and a huge sound wave hit them. In front of them was a spacious square, densely packed with people and demonstration banners blotting out the sky.

In the center of the circular square, a high platform was piled with straw, with over sixty wooden stakes erected closely together. Over sixty young evolutionists were tied to the stakes.

“#￥%@#*&%！！……”

The opposition on the platform shouted loudly at the crowd, their passion erupting, the sound waves spreading in all directions through several loudspeakers. Meanwhile, the EHPBC anti-riot helicopter arrived overhead, creating a massive whirlwind as it slowly landed on the surrounding rooftops.

“Snipers are in position, and twenty teams of assault squads composed of evolutionists are ready. They can disperse the crowd by force at any time. Requesting further instructions!” came the report through Cameron’s earpiece from the anti-riot troops.

Shen Zhuo immediately denied, “A large number of evolutionists entering will only make the situation more uncontrollable. Have them occupy advantageous positions and stand by.”

“Oh, so do you have any brilliant plans, Supervisor Shen?” Cameron asked politely, shrugging regretfully. “Like walking through the crowd with ceremony like a little princess ascending the throne to peacefully negotiate with those rioters?”

Bai Sheng turned back to ask Yang Xiaodao, “He’s humiliating your future mom like that. Aren’t you going to punch him?”

“?” Yang Xiaodao looked up confused, “Huh, where did he humiliate?”

Bai Sheng: “……”

“Yes, that is exactly what I plan to do,” Shen Zhuo replied calmly, then instructed the translator, “Start the sirens and drive straight ahead.”

The translator, trembling, looked at the scene like a zombie siege, “This, this, this, so many people…”

Shen Zhuo said, “Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Then he patted Bai Sheng’s shoulder, indicating it was time to work.

Bai Sheng’s long legs were comfortably crossed, and he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, an air current, starting from the convoy, roared through the crowd, quickly pushing forward. The people touched by the air current were involuntarily pushed to both sides, creating a four- to five-meter-wide passage in the middle.

This was actually much gentler than a military dispersal, but the protesters were still enraged, and waves of angry shouts erupted on both sides of the car windows, causing the bulletproof windows to tremble slightly. The convoy slowly drove all the way to the platform.

Seeing the supervision office’s cars approach, all the ragged children on the stakes burst into terrified cries, clearly audible through the windows.

“Have the demonstration organizers come down and talk to me directly,” Shen Zhuo instructed from the car, “Cameron, put your gun away. It’s just a conversation; I won’t die.”

The demonstration organizers were a group of strong, dark-skinned local villagers with fierce and sinister eyes. Some had leaves in their mouths and carried special assault rifles and single-person mortars stolen from the local supervision office.

They were surprised to see the supervision office’s convoy drive right up to the platform. After a brief discussion, one of them, carrying a gun, stepped forward and spoke in broken Chinese:

“Why ask us to come down? Why doesn’t Shen Zhuo come up?”

Shen Zhuo lowered the car window a few inches.

From the Burmese perspective, they only saw a pair of eyes shining with restrained coldness and a calm, steady voice:

“If I get out of this car, it means one thing: the start of a military crackdown.”

“…” The Burmese man took a step back, cautiously and fearfully meeting Shen Zhuo’s gaze.

Though he maintained a fierce exterior, it was clear that his momentum had faltered. He hurriedly ran up the platform to speak with the others.

“That man has conjunctivitis, is sweating, has yellowed teeth, blackened gums from inflammation, and has long-term codeine addiction,” Cameron’s voice came from the back seat. “A group of honest farmers couldn’t organize this kind of riot. These people are connected to the local cannabis plantations. Are you sure a peaceful dialogue will persuade them?”

“I always believe in reasoning with people,” Shen Zhuo said lightly. “Put your gun away, Cameron. You’re the most vulnerable one here; just protect yourself.”

“￥%@#&*！” At that moment, cursing erupted from the platform, and the organizers made way for a middle-aged man in his forties with a sinister face. He reeked of cannabis and was holding a single-person mortar.

Shen Zhuo sat leisurely by the car window as the riot leader finally stood before the car door, glaring coldly at him. His voice was hoarse from smoke and fire:

“Are you Shen Zhuo?”

The leader’s grim gaze swept inside the car, but he found there were not many evolutionists.

—Shen Zhuo was sitting next to a young, fair-skinned man who looked like a college student. This man had no evolutionist marks on his hands and had an infuriatingly cheerful expression, making the leader want to teach him a lesson. In the backseat, a suited official was sitting with two young children, clearly of no threat.

Shen Zhuo had no intention of answering the question and directly showed a photo on his phone, getting straight to the point:

“Have you seen this person?”

The riot leader glared at the photo of Su Jiqiao on the phone, visibly puzzled. He thought Shen Zhuo was mocking him and became furious, “Answer my question! Are you Shen Zhuo?! You betrayed humanity and became a dog for those evolutionist scums!”

Bai Sheng whispered, “I’m certain it’s quite the opposite.”

This leader hadn’t seen Su Jiqiao, meaning the riot wasn’t organized by Su Jiqiao but was a result of someone manipulating the situation behind the scenes. Shen Zhuo put away his phone and asked directly:

“I’m already here. What will it take for you to release the hostages?”

“@#￥&%&*……”

The leader immediately exploded into a tirade of saliva-spraying Burmese, and the translator, who wanted to bury his head in his seat, tremblingly said, “He… he knows that three years ago, Supervisor Shen, you developed a drug that can give non-evolved humans superpowers. He said that this area has always been ruled by evolutionists, and human power has been overthrown. You have an obligation to help humans regain control. He… he wants you to hand over that drug, as much as you have, or else… or else he will…”

The leader turned and shouted something to his companions in Burmese, and the translator jumped up and screamed, “Don’t hurt the children!”

But it was too late.

In an instant, there was a gunshot, and a Burmese child of about eight or nine years old had his hand shot through on the spot!

Screams and blood erupted simultaneously. Everyone in the car turned pale. The smile vanished from Bai Sheng’s face, and his knuckles jumped with tension.

“We’ll just kill the little bastards,” the leader turned back to Shen Zhuo, coldly stating, “No conditions. We don’t negotiate with evolutionary scum.”

In the square, on all sides, tens of millions of people were packed into the streets, and the overwhelming cheers were deafening.

In the buildings at the edge of the square, the anti-riot troops and snipers were ready, prepared for a lightning assault at any moment.

The invisible bowstring in the air gradually stretched to its limit, reflected in Shen Zhuo’s cold pupils.

“No conditions accepted?” he confirmed slowly, word by word.

The leader sneered, showing his missing teeth, his Chinese sharp and twisted, “Give us the drug. We want superpowers. No conditions.”

“I’ll give you the last ten seconds.”

The muzzles of guns stood there in a row, and the accomplices on the platform pointed their guns at each child on the wooden stake. Someone took gasoline and began to pour it into the straw under the wooden stake, and then lit a match with a click.

“I understand,” Shen Zhuo replied coldly.

Then he clicked open the car door, and the deafening noise rushed in.

Meanwhile, in the distance.

On the top floor of an abandoned building.

Warm bodies lay sprawled on the ground, a squad of EHPBC’s anti-riot unit, and blood pooled on the floor.

Su Jiqiao meticulously wiped the blood off his hands with a silk handkerchief and spoke softly into his earpiece, “He’s out of the car.”

On the other end of the radio wave, over a dozen high-level evolutionists mingled with the crowd, watching the extended Hummer from all directions, their expressions taut with tension.

“When those people shot at the child, Bai Sheng will undoubtedly try to stop them. That fraction of a second is your only chance to take Shen Zhuo and kill Bai Sheng,” Su Jiqiao smiled slightly, his tone gentle and encouraging, “Good luck. The great task of secondary evolution for our entire race depends on your performance.”

“Stop, you—”

Cameron started to lean forward to stop Shen Zhuo, but Bai Sheng raised two fingers and shook them, indicating it was fine.

The deafening roar of the square rushed into the car like a flood. Shen Zhuo placed one shiny shoe on the dusty concrete and then stepped out of the car, standing nonchalantly in the open, under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

The companions on the platform counted down, their guns pointed at each child, and the children’s screams reached a hysterical pitch. Shen Zhuo took a metal vial from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and waved it in front of the leader, asking casually, “Is this what you want?”

The leader’s eyes lit up with undisguised ferocity and greed at the sight of the S engraved on the metal cap, “Give it to me! Give it to me, or I will—”

“Five, four, three—”

Several hundred meters away, Su Jiqiao focused and calmed himself, the words “take action” were about to leave his lips;

In the crowd, over a dozen high-level evolutionists were poised, ready to strike at the unsuspecting Bai Sheng in the next instant;

On the high platform, the sound of bullets being chambered was incessant, and the screams and cries of sixty children pierced the sky.

In that split second.

The leader urgently reached for the potion, only to see Shen Zhuo sidestep, flick open the metal cap with a clink, and plunge the gleaming needle directly into his own neck!

Su Jiqiao’s expression changed abruptly.

But before he could react, in the next moment, Shen Zhuo’s ability erupted in all directions, instantly covering the entire square!

S-class ability, Life Freeze.

It instantly fixed the survival state of any living being within range, including blood circulation and bodily movements, with the effect dependent on the opponent’s level; it could also freeze a dying state for up to an hour.

Back then, three S-class from Southeast Asia jointly invaded Shenhai; this was the Vietnamese’s Fatal Strike, and later the original owner was dismembered in mid-air by Bai Sheng.

The surging crowd fell silent in an instant, the gun barrels on the platform froze in place, and the Burmese leader’s movement to snatch the potion was frozen mid-air, looking quite comical.

In the midst of this silence, only the sharp cries of the children tied to the stakes echoed through the sky.

“—I told you,” Shen Zhuo’s demeanor was even gentle and elegant, addressing the Burmese leader who couldn’t even move his pupils, “when I step out of this car, it only means one thing: the start of a military crackdown.”

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

With this gesture, the Burmese leader’s entire blood circulation stopped; his body showed large patches of horrific livor mortis, bleeding from the seven orifices; his internal organs ruptured, and he fell to the ground, dying a violent death.

“The serum was diluted, the freeze can only last fifteen minutes.” Shen Zhuo glanced at his watch, turning back calmly, “Have your people enter and evacuate.”

Cameron: “…”

“You know, brother,” Bai Sheng covered his mouth with one hand and whispered to Cameron, “your delicate and beautiful little princess sometimes even domestic abuses me.”

Cameron’s gray-green pupils gazed at Shen Zhuo, his eyes flickering slightly, and after a moment, without turning his head, he said to Bai Sheng, “Who is your brother?”

·

To avoid subsequent ethnic conflicts, the riot police quickly mobilized human team members, weaving through the statuesque figures to set up barriers and diversion zones.

Meanwhile, military helicopters descended from above, with camouflage-clad special forces soldiers sliding down ropes onto the high platform, quickly cutting the ropes to rescue the children, then sending them up one by one via the ropes to the helicopters.

“It won’t backlash, right?” Bai Sheng couldn’t help but frown and ask.

In the off-road vehicle, Shen Zhuo opened a refrigerated box, took out a blue serum, and injected it into his arm—Bai Sheng had seen him use it once before, an anti-backlash serum with a 98% effectiveness in preventing backlash within ten minutes.

“No worries, it’s diluted to 50%.” Shen Zhuo finished injecting the anti-backlash serum, closed the refrigerated box with a snap, and sighed, “Really, your serum is the least useful in this world. You see, Director Gao can’t even be bothered to curry favor with you.”

Bai Sheng: “…”

Ever since evolving to double-S class, Bai Sheng’s serum had become top-level dangerous—the backlash effect was lethal in an instant because it was too strong. HRG researchers had previously simulated the data and found that it had to be diluted a thousand times to barely avoid backlash, but at that dilution, the recipient couldn’t use the ability, and the effect wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.

So every time Bai Sheng passed by the HRG lab delivering food to Shen Zhuo, the researchers’ eyes were filled with pain, like looking at a delicious but useless chicken rib. Director Gao couldn’t even be bothered to swipe his access card for this chicken rib.

“Let’s evacuate first and set up a temporary command post nearby.” Shen Zhuo turned to Chu Yan and asked, “Has Su Jiqiao’s tracking chip responded yet?”

Chu Yan focused intently on the tablet in her hand, “No tracking signal, it probably hasn’t triggered his ability yet.”

“He just used large-scale mental induction on the protest crowd, he can’t leave immediately. He’s very likely still hiding in the surrounding area.” Shen Zhuo thought for a moment and politely turned to the translator, “Please inform your Deputy Supervisor to assist us in setting up energy detection devices within a 500-meter radius of the square, we need to search for someone.”

The Burmese man, who had been staring unblinkingly at the serum cooler in Shen Zhuo’s hand, his eyes filled with envy and complexity, finally reacted and hurriedly agreed through the translator, “Yes, yes, no problem!”

Shen Zhuo handed the refrigerated box to Bai Sheng, discreetly giving a signal to indicate he should keep it safe.

“—Mr. Cameron!” Suddenly, a special forces soldier’s urgent report came through the earpiece, with a sound of interference, “We discovered an anomaly while evacuating the crowd, there are high-level evolutionists ambushed within the crowd!”

Everyone in the vehicle froze simultaneously.

Two hundred meters away, in the crowd frozen like statues, a riot special team, armed to the teeth, vigilantly aimed at two immobile evolutionists—both had a bright red A mark on their hands, still frozen in the moment before they activated their abilities.

“Their attack direction is the command vehicle, and there’s more than just one or two of them!”

“Uh-oh,” on a distant abandoned building, Su Jiqiao raised an eyebrow, “they’ve been discovered.”

He casually tossed the blood-stained silk scarf, seemingly a bit disdainful, saying, “Your subordinates are truly useless, Rong Qi… Oh well, luckily I have Plan B.”

“Although I hate this kind of random, uncertain Plan B.”

Saying this, he still switched to another radio channel, and the background immediately filled with the roar of helicopter rotors.

“—counting on you, good kid.”

Su Jiqiao spoke fluent Burmese, softly saying to the person on the other end of the call, “Inherit your parents’ legacy, and take revenge on hunans. Mr. Rong will be very fond of you.”

—On the high platform of the square.

“Careful!” “Move slowly, steady!” “Careful!”

The medic cut the ropes and lifted the injured eight or nine-year-old Burmese boy off the stake, quickly stopping the bleeding. The boy’s left palm had been pierced, leaving a bloody, gruesome hole.

“Don’t be afraid, we have healers! Your hand will be fully healed!” The medic hurriedly comforted the boy while shouting loudly upwards, “Someone come down here and carry him to the helicopter, quick!”

As the helicopter hovered, creating a whirlwind, no one noticed the boy’s eyes suddenly opening, a cold, vicious gleam unbefitting his age flickering within them.

“Hurry, hurry, quickly rescue and evacuate.” A soldier rushed over, reaching out to secure the boy with a harness. “We have less than ten minutes, we—”

He suddenly noticed something, his voice abruptly stopping.

In the boy’s ear was a tiny earbud listening device.

Immediately, the boy hoarsely said something in Burmese. If anyone present could understand, they would have heard—

“Die, humans.”

The next moment, he spread his little hand and activated his A-class ability!

Virtual Maze.

A spatial ability, weak A-class. Attack range: 5,000 square meters. Those swallowed by it are instantly thrown into a large virtual maze, with each person’s landing position randomized; the maze doesn’t suppress the entrants’ own evolutionary levels, but forceful breaking will cause random destructive reactions.

The ability itself is low in destructiveness, but unless the caster voluntarily disbands the maze or the entrants find their way out, the maze will persist for 7 days, with a high likelihood of the entrants dying from hunger or thirst.

Ability cooldown period: three months.

As the light burst forth, Bai Sheng suddenly turned, his pupils narrowing as he clearly saw the distant child, merely nine years old, then instinctively grabbed Shen Zhuo and pushed him behind himself—

In the blink of an eye, the white light engulfed them.

Within the 5,000-square-meter space, everyone was simultaneously drawn into the maze. The chaotic space seemed to invert their internal organs, followed by a sense of weightlessness, their heads spinning as they plummeted.

Thud!

Thud!

Bai Sheng twisted mid-air as he landed, dissipating all impact while protecting the person he held, rolling to a stand.

“Daughter?!” Bai Sheng could hardly believe his eyes.

Maze Rule 1: Upon entry, positions are randomized, and team assignment is completely random.

Chu Yan, dizzy from the fall, sat up clutching her head, looking down the narrow corridor, her expression changing in disbelief:

“What is this place? Where is everyone? Is it just us two?!”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the maze.

Shen Zhuo had barely gotten up when another figure fell from the sky, thudding heavily onto him, almost causing him to cough up his stomach.

“Hiss—” Cameron inhaled sharply as he stood up, adjusted his tie, and smoothed his suit jacket. His years in politics had left him impeccably groomed, ready at any moment to deliver a U.S. presidential campaign speech, though his gray-green eyes were now filled with suspicion:

“What kind of damn ability is this? What is this place?”

“…”

Shen Zhuo’s vision blurred, the impact leaving him dazed. It took a while for him to swallow back down his insides, then he felt his ribs to make sure none were broken, and looked at his randomly assigned teammate and elder brother.

“I’d rather have been slammed against the wall by Bai Sheng,” Shen Zhuo muttered.

“Oh, come on, conjoined twin.” Cameron looked disgusted, yanking his brother up forcefully. “I figured it out, it’s a maze. Get up and help me solve it using the Trémaux algorithm. Can you stop acting like a fragile, helpless princess lying on a hundred mattresses? I already checked, your face isn’t damaged. Besides that, what else do we have to worry about?”

Shen Zhuo: “…”

…I would rather have been randomly paired with Yang Xiaodao, finding our way through this maze while tutoring him in calculus, Shen Zhuo thought, holding his head in frustration.

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