“You’ve arrived, Mr. L.”
The figure that emerged from the darkness was the black-clothed man who had been tending to the bloodthirsty vine at the hospital!
“Heh, Mr. J? How amusing!”
Mr. L sneered. “The Bewitching Clown Grandy, are you impersonating our people again? Is this some kind of game for you?”
It turned out that the man in the red vest with face paint was not Mr. J, but an imposter.
“Of course… it’s fun! Our little organization doesn’t have the same clout as your Profaned Blood. If I don’t pretend to be one of you, who will protect me when others bully me?”
Grandy, clad in the red vest, flashed an exaggerated smile. Black energy surged from him, writhed and clawed towards Mr. J.
“I’m not here to fight, but to cooperate. Your good deeds were likely disrupted by a newly emerged superpowered individual, and so were mine. Therefore, I want to eliminate him.”
“Superpowered individual?” Grandy raised an eyebrow. Mr. L’s intelligence seemed flawed.
“You’re not a superpowered individual?” Mr. L asked, surprised. He had seen Wen Wen conversing amiably with people from the Hunter Association and assumed he was one.
“No, no, he’s definitely a superpowered individual,” Grandy covered up, having no interest in sharing information with Mr. L.
“He’s definitely not a superpowered individual!” Seeing Grandy’s reaction, Mr. L made up his mind.
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After running for a considerable distance, Wen Wen finally stopped.
Grandy was definitely stronger than him, much stronger. If he hadn’t run quickly, he would have had to hide in the Disaster Containment Facility.
Grandy’s known abilities so far were distorting others’ actions and the black energy, which was as powerful as Steel Wings, though Wen Wen hadn’t gotten a clear look at it.
Actually, Wen Wen didn’t know that Grandy possessed another ability, which was also why he was called the Bewitching Clown. He could, through simple conversation, uncover the dark desires buried deep within others. In simpler terms, a formerly good-natured person might act extremely irrationally after a conversation with him. However, this ability consumed a lot of energy and its effects were not permanent. Grandy rarely used it. Wilson’s sudden outburst earlier had partly been Grandy’s doing. But he hadn’t used it on Wen Wen. What if digging into an enemy’s dark desires during combat made them even stronger?
“Hmph, once my abilities are perfected, with the basics of a supernormal being – the five supernormal powers – I’ll be able to kill you, hmph!”
“But I can’t wait that long… I need to report this now!”
What should one do when facing an enemy they can’t defeat? Should they lie low and wait until they are strong enough to retaliate? Of course, they should report it and call for reinforcements! When Wen Wen was a detective, he’d call the police when dealing with formidable bandits. After becoming a superpowered individual, he hadn’t become overly self-reliant. Reporting things became easier with practice.
However, Wen Wen didn’t plan to call Lin Zheyuan immediately. He intended to find their new hideout first before reporting, giving him ample time to plan and seize Wilson’s wings amidst the ensuing chaos. Before capturing Wilson’s wings earlier, Wen Wen had smeared some of his blood onto his gloves and then applied it into the seams of the steel wings. If Wilson and his companions hadn’t discovered it, even after washing, the scent couldn’t be completely eliminated.
Touching a patch of skin above his ear that had no hair, Wen Wen let out a cold laugh. He had almost been taken down this time, and those people wouldn’t get away with it. A gentleman’s revenge may take ten years, but he wasn’t a gentleman; he was a pervert… well, a detective.
Following the faint scent, Wen Wen began tracking Grandy and Wilson again. Their movements were stealthy, leaving Wen Wen few openings. However, the blood Wen Wen had left acted like a faint beacon, roughly indicating their direction. With this direction, Wen Wen could easily find them.
Yet, Wen Wen’s search wasn’t smooth. Wilson and his group had likely showered, leaving a very faint scent. It wasn’t until the next morning that Wen Wen confirmed their location. It was in a motel area near a school. Such motels had lax management, allowing even middle schoolers without identification to stay. Wilson and his group hiding here would therefore go unnoticed. He didn’t conduct a detailed investigation because the man in the red vest had sensed his presence outside earlier. Before reinforcements arrived, Wen Wen absolutely wouldn’t approach the place. He only needed to confirm the general location. Lin Zheyuan’s sensory abilities were far more acute than Wen Wen’s nose, and if he came, the matter would likely be resolved.
“Hello, Captain Lin Zheyuan? Yes, yes, it’s me.” Wen Wen opened his phone, adopting a cheerful tone.
“It’s only five-thirty in the morning. Don’t you sleep in?” Lin Zheyuan complained. Wen Wen could faintly hear a woman’s soft hum from the other end of the line.
“If I sleep in, I won’t catch the big fish, Captain Lin.”
“Big fish? What big fish?” Lin Zheyuan immediately sobered up, realizing Wen Wen might be in trouble again.
“It’s like this: aren’t you guys always chasing after members of other superpowered organizations? I found one, and I’m keeping watch right here!”
As they spoke, Lin Zheyuan was already getting dressed, ready to depart. He knew how dangerous members of those clandestine organizations were, and they also represented a massive achievement.
“Your location,” Lin Zheyuan asked.
“The motel area north of No. 9 Middle School. That person has very strong sensory abilities, so I don’t dare to get close. I can only confirm someone is nearby, but I don’t know which specific motel they are staying in.”
“The reason these organizations are called clandestine is precisely because their actions are secretive and hard to pin down. How did you so easily encounter two of them?” Lin Zheyuan asked, surprised.
“I’m just diligently fulfilling my duty to the association,” Wen Wen replied with a chuckle.
After hanging up, Wen Wen leaned against a utility pole, a contented smile on his face. Reporting felt good, and continuing to report felt even better. Then, he looked at the motels and fell into thought. He beckoned to a short-haired middle school boy.
“Little classmate, help me with something. I’ll give you twenty yuan if you write down the names and contact numbers of the motels on the east side on this paper and hand it to me, how about that?” From Su Dan Novel Network. If Wen Wen investigated himself, it would alert them. Even an adult collecting this information might arouse suspicion, but a middle schooler wouldn’t. There were many middle school students in this area. As long as the inquiry wasn't too deliberate, they usually wouldn't be noticed. But the middle school boy shook his head and refused Wen Wen.
“Why? Twenty yuan isn’t a small amount for such a simple task.” Wen Wen asked in surprise.
“You don’t look like a good person, and my mom said I shouldn’t take things from strangers,” the middle school boy said, shaking his head. “So… you need to pay more.”
“…Kids these days. Just caught one from online dating, and now… sigh.” Wen Wen sighed.
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