Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 439 - 270_2

Liang Xiaotang looked helpless and had to agree:

"Alright, you rest first, I’ll go back and report the situation to headquarters."

Before turning away, he paused in his steps and advised with concern:

"Remember, you still have to keep monitoring the Lu Family during this time. If Lu Shihua makes any moves, let me know immediately."

Ling Zifeng rolled his eyes but did not reply.

He leaned his head back against the tree trunk, watching as his Intelligence Department colleague’s figure gradually faded into the distance.

Liang Xiaotang got into a car parked by the roadside, skillfully inserting the key to start the engine.

With the roar of the engine, the car slowly drove away.

Liang Xiaotang never invited Ling Zifeng to get in the car, and Ling Zifeng had no intention of hitching a ride either.

As a weirdo in others’ eyes, he was always accustomed to being a lone wolf.

Listening to the incessant chirping of insects around him, Ling Zifeng frowned slightly, as if this annoying sound was disturbing his thoughts.

Then, with a single hand propped on the ground, the veins on his neck slightly protruded, and he struggled to stand up.

"If it weren’t for the Lu Family’s sudden interference, how could I have been injured by a bunch of losers? Such bad luck!"

He dusted off the dirt on his body, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"But it doesn’t matter, the more you mice scurry around, the more excited I get."

"After some time, I’ll pay each of you a visit, and show you what a ’loving embrace’ with my tentacles feels like..."

As he sneered, a thought suddenly occurred to him, and he squinted his eyes, gazing at the night sky while a figure emerged in his mind.

It was an intriguing man wearing a peculiar mask,

whose bizarre appearance was quite similar to that of the "White Owl" murderer on the headquarters’ danger list.

"White Owl... White Ghost..."

Ling Zifeng muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth slightly curving into a faint smile.

Although he had suspicions, he had no intention of revealing them.

"There are too few interesting people in this world, if there were more of such freaks, I wouldn’t feel lonely..."

He pursed his lips, mumbled a few low words so softly that they seemed swallowed by the surrounding darkness, audible only to him.

Then he started walking slowly towards the lakeside running track.

Raising his eyes, he saw the distant Mist Mountain shrouded in night, appearing indistinct.

Sporadic lights flickered like ghostly flames, accompanied by occasional human voices, seeming especially jarring in the tranquil night.

Further along the path, there seemed to be figures moving, flashlight beams swaying back and forth, giving off an inexplicable sense of tension.

Witnessing this scene, Ling Zifeng remained calm and composed.

He leisurely raised his hand to pull out a steel needle lodged at the center of his forehead.

Then he opened his palm, revealing a red crystal in which he cautiously embedded the needle into one of the opened grooves.

Just like that, he systematically removed the steel needles from his head, neatly storing them back in the core device.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, like performing a precise ritual.

As the needles were pulled out, a miraculous transformation occurred:

His face seemed to be reshaped by an invisible hand, and his features altered once more.

The once-narrow eyes gradually became rounder and brighter, slightly upturned at the corners with a lively spirit.

The high nose bridge softened slowly, with more natural and smooth lines.

The distinct lips turned soft and supple, as if adorned with a faint layer of lipstick.

The previously rugged cheekbones faded away, replaced by gentle curves, transforming his aura from masculine to androgynous.

Even his bald head rapidly sprouted a thick mane of black hair, cascading freely over his shoulders.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from an ordinary man with rough features to a delicate-looking man with long flowing hair, carrying a hint of fragility in his expression.

No one would have guessed the drastic contrast between his ruthless, fierce nature in battle and his true identity as such an effeminate person.

Ling Zifeng seemed to relish the feeling of hiding in the shadows, remaining elusive.

Of course, he didn’t use the steel needle piercings just for thrills.

It was to suppress the pain from wearing the biological armor and change his appearance while concealing his presence.

This unique method had allowed him to pass the evaluation and selection, becoming a senior investigator with superior status in the Xia Country’s Special Search Team.

Ling Zifeng gently flicked his long hair, a barely noticeable curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

He then walked lightly, heading in the opposite direction of the flickering lights.

Soon, he seemed to melt into the deep sea of darkness, completely disappearing.

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Night fell low, and the mountains loomed like hidden beasts in the dark.

Within the Lu Family Manor, mist wove around the ruins like wisps of smoke,

as if the smoke of war had not dissipated, or like ghosts lingering here, unwilling to leave.

In the courtyard, the once exquisite carved tiles had been blasted with huge craters, a mix of debris and soil resembling gory wounds.

Broken stone columns lay scattered haphazardly; some stood half-erect, some tilted.

The mythical beasts carved on them now missed their heads, lost their claws, casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. freёnovelkiss.com

Bloodstains remained on the ground, though the corpses had been cleared, the bloody stench lingered.