At the entrance of a villa with a fountain and statues in front of it, Maszewski said excitedly to the spirit cultivation instructor beside him, "Haus, I feel great this time. I'm about to come into contact with the world of pure spirit."
He was less than forty years old, tall, with deep eye sockets and a straight nose. His eyes were light green, and the contours of his face were soft. He was a good-looking man, and he was born with a childlike temperament. He didn't look like a gang leader who committed murder, arson, smuggling, drug trafficking, and forced women into prostitution.
The spirit cultivation instructor was a mixed-blood youth in his twenties. His hair was dyed white, and his eyes were light brown. They were dark and deep, as if they were connected to another mysterious and strange world. Even when standing next to Maszewski, who was much older than him, he did not look young and inexperienced. Instead, he looked more mysterious.
"Very good. Try to maintain this feeling. Repeat the meditation tonight. I believe we can become the same kind of people," Haus replied with a smile. His body exuded a sense of relaxation, relief, and peace.
The other spirit cultivator was in his forties. His eyes were filled with madness, as if he was still reminiscing about the carnival just now and the feeling of being refreshed after breaking free from restraints.
He and Haus stood on either side of Maszewski. Surrounded by professional bodyguards and gang gunmen, they boarded a bulletproof car.
…
In a room on the first floor of the villa, Jennifer, whose cheeks were still flushed, swirled her wine glass. Her eyes were bright as she looked at Huang Xiwen, who was completely relaxed.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel light, as if my body is weightless. My depression and pain have been vented by yelling and screaming. I'm very, very happy," Huang Xiwen replied with a slightly dazed look in her eyes. Although her body was tired, her spirit was satisfied.
However, it was her first time attending a party like this. Soon, she was worried.
"Senior Jennifer, will this be addictive?"
"You don't have to worry. This is the secret medicine of a certain spiritual cultivation society. It does contain traces of marijuana, but as you know, you can also search for it. It's even less addictive than cigarettes. Look at me, do I show any signs of addiction?" Jennifer explained in a gentle voice, guiding him patiently.
"Yes, senior, you look very healthy and energetic," Huang Xiwen said with half certainty and half envy.
His senior sister easily dealt with the classes and the party, unlike him, who was full of pressure.
Jennifer smiled and said, "Laura, do you know that there was a party on the second floor just now?"
"I know." Huang Xiwen had been curious about this for a long time, but without an invitation, she couldn't pass through the burly man at the stairs.
"It's a secret party held by the Spirit Cultivator Society. It helps you release your stress and break free from the shackles of the external world and your body. You can truly see your unique self and see your own gem-like soul. Not only will it help you relax and achieve a wonderful peace, it will also allow you to experience extreme happiness. From there, you can break out of your 'prison' and gain the opportunity to communicate with the pure spiritual world," Jennifer described in a dreamy tone.
Seeing that Huang Xiwen was still holding back, she changed her words. "This is the most popular party in the upper class. There are senators, lawyers, professors, and CEOs of various companies. The spirit cultivator you met earlier is their mentor. He's very powerful, much more powerful than a superpower user."
Huang Xiwen's heart skipped a beat when she heard the words "upper-class society," but she still had some doubts about it, so she didn't dare to ask more.
…
At the entrance of the villa, after Maszewski and the two spirit cultivators boarded the bulletproof sedan, the professional bodyguards didn't immediately leave to board the black car behind. Instead, they stood guard by the four doors.
As the bulletproof sedan started moving slowly, they held onto the door and ran in small steps, maintaining their previous positions. Only when the bulletproof sedan started moving did they retract their arms, turn around, and enter the second car that was moving forward but had its door open. The whole process was very professional.
At this moment, a figure jumped out from the shadows outside the villa. He wore a baseball cap that was pressed very low on his head, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, covering half of his face. The exposed part of his face was sparkling, and the color was chaotic. His muscles were tight, and he was unusually thin.
In the blink of an eye, Lou Cheng had reached the side of the bulletproof car as if he had shrunk the distance between them. He gathered his qi and blood and exploded them, expanding his right arm. He opened his palm and pressed it hard on the trunk of the car amid the flames.
Screech screech screech!
An ear-piercing screech of friction sounded instantly. The rear wheels of the bulletproof sedan were pressed to the ground. They spun wildly at first, then slowed down rapidly. Golden sparks flew everywhere.
Both of Lou Cheng's legs were pressed inward, and his muscles were exaggerated. His entire body's strength was twisted into one. Cracks appeared all around him and spread outwards.
He pressed the button to stop the car that had already started moving.
At this sudden change, the car behind instinctively braked, shaking the bodyguards and preventing them from reaching out their large-caliber pistols from the window.
Haus, who was in the car in front, had already reacted. Dark flames flashed in his eyes, and a distorted shadow appeared in front of him.
At this moment, Lou Cheng didn't make any unnecessary movements. He shook his left arm and stretched it out. His five fingers expanded, and his small muscles and veins bulged. He grabbed the door of the car's fuel tank with dark red flames in between.
With the sound of metal breaking, the small door was forcefully pulled open. Lou Cheng took advantage of the momentum and stepped back, avoiding the shadow that came through the door and the bodyguards' bullets.
They steadied themselves, extended their guns from the window, and completed a round of rapid fire.
Lou Cheng retreated again and again. During this process, he suddenly swung his right arm forward and shot out a highly condensed and heavy fireball. It accurately ignited the shadow and drilled into the fuel tank.
"No!" Witnessing this scene, Maszewski and the leader of the bodyguards let out earth-shattering screams.
Boom!
A huge explosion immediately sounded, swallowing all other sounds. A terrifying fireball rose from the inside of the bulletproof car and rolled out, tearing apart the steel plates, shattering the glass, and burning fiercely red. It was magnificent to the extreme, but also terrifying to the extreme.
The bodyguards in the car behind were momentarily stunned. Resisting the fear of a second explosion, they quickly got out of the car and split into two groups. One group was to chase and shoot in Lou Cheng's direction, while the other group was to try and rescue him.
At this moment, the flames that completely covered the car in front suddenly split apart. A chilly wind blew in all directions and dyed the car green.
In the car that was left with only the skeleton, Spirit Cultivator Hauss's eyes glowed with darkness. His clothes were tattered, and his face was pale. He kicked open the broken car door and walked out. Shadows wrapped around his left arm, and his right hand pulled Maszewski.
This mafia tycoon was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered in terrifying burn marks. Although his injuries weren't fatal, they were quite serious, and he almost fainted on the spot. As for the other spirit cultivator and his right-hand man, even though they were stronger, they were also in a bad state and had almost lost their ability to fight.
Lou Cheng had retreated to the back of the flower bed. As the bodyguards got out of the car and Hauss extinguished the fire, he reached into his pocket with his left hand, took out a coin, and flicked it out.
Clang!
The coin was distorted, creating a streak of reddish-gold sparks that shot towards Maszewski like lightning.
Hauss cursed under his breath and threw Maszewski at his feet. He extended his palms forward, creating more shadows to meet the bomb.
Bam! The coin exploded into pieces. After piercing through the layers of shadows, its power finally faded. The bodyguards covered Lou Cheng's position with fire, forcing him to retreat again and leave the scene.
At this moment, a bullet was fired from a silencer behind the crowd. It silently entered Maszewski's head, causing his eyes to widen abruptly. His pupils protruded, and he lost control of his bladder. He died with a grievance.
On the huge stone sculpture in the fountain, the shadow that had been lurking for a long time threw out a few thin threads that stuck to the corner of the villa. With a whoosh, it disappeared.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng quickly retreated. He didn't want to stay any longer. After a few ups and downs, he had left the crowd far behind.
After sprinting for a while, he suddenly stopped. The Ice Mirror of Mind reflected a shadow that was following him. It was like a face, and it vaguely resembled Hauss's.
For an inhuman with a mutated body, it was easy to use superpowers within a small area. However, beyond a certain distance, there was no way to control it. Spirit Cultivators, on the other hand, didn't seem to be restricted.
Lou Cheng didn't bat an eyelid. In his mind, he sketched out the ancient "Army" character, turned its murderous aura into a "spike", and shot it at the shadow.
This was something he could only do after his breakthrough in the Ice Mirror. It was also a simplified version of the Nine Words Formula, and similarly, it was a reduction in power in exchange for faster usage.
With a poof, the "spike" hit the shadow and obliterated it like a nemesis.
"Ah!" At the entrance of the villa, Hauss suddenly let out a scream. Clutching his head, he fell to the ground in pain. His body twitched, and it was a terrifying sight.
The bodyguards looked at each other for a few seconds. Just as they were about to start rescuing him, the flames in the car flared up again, causing a second explosion.
Boom!
The loud explosion scared the men and women in the villa. Some called the police, while others tried to peek outside.
"Don't be afraid. With Mr. Hauss around, it won't be a problem." Jennifer comforted Huang Xiwen. "There's also Mr. Zayer. He's a powerful figure with a reputation …"
Zayer was Maszewski's alias.
"Is Mr. Hauss very powerful?" Huang Xiwen asked in trepidation.
"Very powerful. He's a very, very powerful Spirit Cultivator," Jennifer confirmed.
After waiting for a few minutes, the explosions and gunshots outside had stopped. They cautiously looked out the window and saw a luxury car reduced to a skeleton. Maszewski and Hauss were moved to the side, motionless.
The villa was completely silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive. Huang Xiwen shook her head, feeling that this would be a nightmare she would never be able to get rid of.
…
Two blocks away, Lou Cheng met up with Smith. He changed out of his takeout clothes and sneakers, and turned them into ashes.
Hearing the cracking sounds from Lou Cheng's bones, seeing him grow bigger and taller, bulging his facial muscles, and becoming more defined, Smith couldn't help but exclaim,
"Oh, how magical!"
"A little trick," Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
After Encountering Gods In The Void, his control over his body was enough to achieve bone shrinkage.
Smith started the car and drove off into the distance. After a moment of silence, he said with trepidation, "I'm crazy.
I've been a secret agent for five years, and I've never participated in any dangerous missions. Neither have I done anything that a 'superhero' should do. This is the first time I've experienced it. A bullet was fired, and a life was lost. Maszewski and the spirit cultivator beside him deserved to die, but under the circumstances where they haven't been convicted, I feel like I'm committing a crime … "
Lou Cheng glanced at Smith, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Smith, calm down. I didn't know you were so talkative …"
"Understood, understood. Calm down, calm down." Smith took a deep breath, regaining his professionalism as an agent.
Lou Cheng pondered for a few seconds before saying, "Do you think Maszewski doesn't deserve to die? If there was strong evidence to convict him, others would have done it long ago. If there wasn't, even if they caught him, he could still find someone to take the blame and leave the court easily. "
"I know." Smith tilted his head and looked at Lou Cheng. "I just feel like I'm no longer Spiderman. I need to find a concept that suits me. Lou, why are you so calm? Don't you feel conflicted? "
Isn't that obvious? I'm not the one who killed him in the end … Lou Cheng thought for a moment, then answered seriously,
"Maybe it's because my legal awareness is weak."
"…" Smith was at a loss.
He didn't say anything else. After taking a detour, he "returned" the gun to the subordinate of Maszewski's enemy. Finally, he sent Lou Cheng to the north of Connecticut.
After entering the house, Lou Cheng looked at Yan Zheke, who was still in her pajamas, waiting in the living room.
He smiled and said, "Done. So easy."
"Details?" Yan Zheke heaved a sigh of relief, her eyes shining brightly.
Lou Cheng was about to describe when he heard his stomach rumbling. He smiled sheepishly and said, "I'll make something to eat first. I'm starving after this."
"I'll make it!" Yan Zheke raised her arm eagerly. "What do you want to eat?"
"Do you have noodles?" Lou Cheng smiled casually.
"There's flour. You can make your own noodles." Yan Zheke jogged into the kitchen and called out to Lou Cheng. She pointed at the flour and said, "I've made it. You knead it!"
"Aren't you going to make it?" Lou Cheng couldn't help but laugh.
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and said innocently,
"You have more strength in your hands!"
"Alright." Lou Cheng smiled and put on his apron.
When Huang Xiwen and the rest were questioned by the police, he brought a bowl of noodles into the dining room. He watched as Yan Zheke poured the leftovers that he had heated up earlier into the bowl as toppings. Then, she started eating happily. Occasionally, he would tell the girl about what had happened.
What a wonderful night.
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