Bicee secretly infiltrated the island's order zone. She stole a guard's uniform and disguised herself to blend in.
Normally, such a feat would be difficult, but the island was in a state of panic, with many guards dispatched to the free zone to search for Aurora. Other psychics on the island were also confined to the order zone. Bicee made her way along the coast directly to the order zone.
She stealthily approached the American encampment, choosing a back passage frequented by staff to avoid detection. However, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. Startled, Bicee spun around but saw no one.
Just then, a familiar voice reached her, and she felt her hand being grasped. "Miss Bicee, don't make a sound. Come with me quickly!"
Though she couldn't see the person, hearing the voice reassured Bicee. It was Leo. Leo, despite his lecherous nature and occasional unreliability, had a good heart and was trustworthy.
They ran for several kilometers to a dilapidated neighborhood. Yes, Hell Paradise Island had areas akin to slums, inhabited mostly by ordinary people without psychic abilities and those who had gone bankrupt through lavish spending. In a place where most possessed powers, those without them were relegated to second-class status.
They entered a dilapidated two-story building. The interior was cluttered with trash and various junk, and Bicee even saw rats scurrying about. On the first floor, an old man lay on a bed in a semi-conscious state, surrounded by empty bottles, the room reeking of stale alcohol.
Leo revealed himself and led Bicee to the second floor. "This is Old White. He's also from the Fog Country and is a psychic. He's lived on the island for a long time, but he's addicted to alcohol, spending all his earnings on drink. He's bankrupt now," Leo explained to Bicee.
"Is he reliable?" Bicee asked.
"Of course. Who would target an old drunkard?"
They went upstairs and opened the door to a simple room containing only a worn-out bed and two rickety chairs. Leo closed the door and scanned the surroundings through the window. Seeing no pursuers, he relaxed.
"Leo, why are we doing this?"
"Miss Bicee, something big has happened. Don't you know?" Leo said with a dejected expression.
Bicee shook her head. "I was being hunted by Prometheus because I discovered the truth. Arthur was killed by Prometheus!"
Leo's body stiffened upon hearing this. He then said mournfully, "Prometheus has gone mad. He didn't just kill Arthur..."
Bicee's body jolted. She immediately grabbed Leo's shoulder. "Tell me, what happened?"
"Yesterday, Prometheus ordered his subordinates to kill Brian K, Hughes, Teresa, and others close to you! If I hadn't used my abilities to escape in time, I would probably be dead by now. If I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have walked right into their trap!"
"How... how could this happen..." Bicee slumped into a chair, murmuring to herself, unable to accept the cruel reality. Leo stood by, unsure how to comfort her.
After a while, Bicee remained motionless. Leo went to observe her closely and noticed a change in her body. Her once blue eyes had turned purple, a color radiating an eerie malevolence. Her golden hair began to darken from the roots, spreading towards the tips. Even more astonishing to Leo was Bicee's aura. It had been one of sanctity and security, but now it exuded a chilling, terrifying aura of hatred and brutality.
He didn't realize that Bicee's mind had suffered a severe shock, one that threatened her life. Bicee, possessing extraordinary talent, had her psychic abilities mutate under this intense stimulus.
Suddenly, the sound of car engines echoed from outside. Leo was startled and rushed to the window. He saw over a dozen vehicles surrounding the building. Guards from Hell Paradise Island and several Americans emerged from the cars.
"Bicee, this is bad. We need to go..." Leo immediately turned to pull Bicee, who was still sitting on the bed. However, as his hand touched her, a tremendous force repelled him. Leo was thrown back several meters, slamming heavily against the wall, nearly losing consciousness. At that moment, the door was kicked open and crashed to the floor.
A group of people stormed in. Leading them was a giant man, two meters tall, wielding a meter-long iron bar. The bar was solid. Leo recognized him instantly: the man known as King Kong, Barnes. Barnes's ability was his immense muscular strength, granting him several times the power of an ordinary person. The iron bar, difficult for a normal person to swing, felt like a plastic rod in his hands. His muscle density far exceeded that of ordinary people, giving him incredible durability. Bullets from small-caliber handguns struggled to penetrate his muscles, often getting stuck. Furthermore, unlike Pat, whom Ling Tian had defeated earlier, Barnes was intelligent and a capable subordinate of Prometheus.
Beside Barnes stood the old drunkard, White, but his usual lethargic demeanor was gone. His eyes glinted with sharp intelligence. Leo's anger flared. "White, you betrayed me!"
The old drunkard laughed heartily. "Betrayed? What are you talking about, Leo? You were too careless! Before you die, let me clarify: I, White, am the head of Hell Paradise Island's intelligence department. Haha, you have no one to blame but yourself for dying at my hands!"