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It was past six o'clock, and night had already fallen.

The entire town seemed to be covered by a black curtain, presenting a unique atmosphere of mysterious tranquility.

Near the harbor, within a fishermen's settlement.

Pan Wendi occasionally glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand, then looked up to check the street's house numbers.

The houses here were quite old, with walls and roads made of cement mixed with pebbles.

Not only were the streets and alleys intricate and complex, but the lighting was also very dim, with hardly any pedestrians to be seen.

Looking at the tightly closed doors of each house around him, Pan Wendi couldn't help but frown, muttering to himself:

"My cousin said that the mysterious organization should be hiding in this area, but I've been searching for so long and haven't found anything..."

Seeing that it was getting completely dark, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

The bus had already stopped running, and there was no place to stay in town. Tonight, he would probably have to run back to the training camp base.

Filled with worries, Pan Wendi continued walking forward.

He planned to keep searching, and if it really didn't work out, he would ask his cousin to perform another divination.

While looking around, he caught sight of a narrow and dilapidated alley.

There were no streetlights inside, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see the end of it at a glance.

Pan Wendi hesitated for a moment but decided to go in and investigate.

He moved through the narrow alley, looking around.

Suddenly, he stopped and his eyes lit up.

He immediately raised the paper in his hand, carefully examining the drawing of the house on it, and compared it to an old house in front of him.

After a few seconds, he excitedly muttered to himself:

"Finally found it!"

Pan Wendi opened his eyes and steadied himself.

Then he looked around, observing the scene in the room.

In the room with tightly closed curtains, it was dark and dim, with a hazy light.

The furniture was all old objects, typical of a fisherman's style, nothing special.

Only the wooden crates stacked in the corner caught Pan Wendi's attention.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he tiptoed over, gently lifting the lid of one of the crates.

He discovered that it was filled with straw, and hidden in the straw were things like submachine guns and assault rifles.

Pan Wendi couldn't help but gasp:

"The organization my cousin mentioned is indeed not to be trifled with!"

Thinking of this, he didn't cause any more trouble.

He quickly took out another piece of paper from his pocket and carefully placed it on the table.

Just as he turned around, preparing to leave this place.

A cold voice suddenly rang out:

"Who are you?"

Pan Wendi's shoulders trembled, and he immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

He saw a pair of eyes shining eerily in the darkness, staring at him.

Looking more closely, it was a man wearing a black trench coat.

His hands were in his pockets, standing silently at the doorway leading to the front yard, as if blending into the darkness.

Pan Wendi immediately put on a smile and explained in a very cheerful tone:

"Sir, I'm a postman, here to deliver a letter."

"Is that so? A postman who doesn't use the front door could change professions and become a thief."

The man in the black trench coat chuckled and suddenly raised his hand, gently beckoning.

The piece of paper on the table moved automatically without any wind, as if receiving some kind of pulling force, and "whooshed" straight into his hand.

Seeing this, Pan Wendi couldn't help but narrow his pupils slightly.

The man in the black trench coat grabbed the paper in his hand, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

Then he looked up, staring at him:

"The fishing boat incident last time was also your doing, right?"

This man in the trench coat was Li Chengjun, the head of the Noah Organization on Yong'an Island.

Pan Wendi was stunned when he heard this, not understanding what he meant.

Li Chengjun nodded slightly.

Not answering was taken as an admission.

Then he said calmly, "Since you're here, stay here."

"Hehe, I've always been one to come and go as I please."

Pan Wendi chuckled, not wanting to waste words with him, and quickly stepped towards the back door.

But as soon as he took the first step, he was shocked to find that his feet could no longer move.

Not only his legs, but his whole body was stiff, and his muscles were tense.

It was as if his entire body was surrounded by thousands of pounds of seawater, enduring immense pressure, making it difficult for him to even twitch a finger.

At this moment, Li Chengjun's pupils showed a strange, eerie blue light, and he was walking towards him step by step.

"You?"

Pan Wendi's face flushed red, and he suddenly bit his tongue.

With the help of this piercing pain, his whole body suddenly shook.

Finally, he could move!

Without thinking, he punched the unsuspecting Li Chengjun, who was already close to him.

But.

This right fist, with a force of over a thousand pounds, seemed to hit an air wall, sinking into an invisible constraint.

Pan Wendi didn't believe it and quickly threw out his left fist, but it was still useless.

Li Chengjun's eyes showed contempt, with a leisurely attitude, as if playing with his prey.

Then, he glared at him.

A huge force descended again, like a heavy mountain pressing on Pan Wendi's head.

It pressed on him so much that the bones in his body made a faint creaking sound, and he slowly bent over, dropping his arms.

Until his knees bent, and he was forced to kneel on the ground.

Li Chengjun smiled brightly, looking down at the captive kneeling in front of him:

"Now you can tell me, what is your background? Otherwise, I don't mind crushing all the bones in your body into powder, turning you into a pile of minced meat."

His tone was extremely gentle, but the words he spoke were as cruel as a demon.

Pan Wendi, who was under threat of death, seemed unusually principled, and smiled even more cheerfully than his opponent:

"Pretty boy, do you not have hands and feet? You can only stare? If you have the ability, kick me to death."

Li Chengjun raised an eyebrow, then generously fulfilled his request, raising his foot for a front kick.

This kick was solid, with considerable force, directly kicking the tall and sturdy Pan Wendi backwards, crashing into the wall.

This was enough to prove that in addition to his powerful special abilities, Li Chengjun's physical fitness was also very abnormal.

However.

Just as Pan Wendi's body was about to touch the wall, his figure suddenly flickered, and he disappeared in an instant.

Li Chengjun frowned slightly, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

At this time, several subordinates quickly ran in from the backyard.

They seemed to have heard the sounds of fighting, so they rushed over to support.

"Special Envoy, what happened?"

"A thief broke in."

Li Chengjun said calmly.

The subordinates expressed surprise upon hearing this:

"Is it someone from the True Thought Society? We just changed locations, and they've already found our whereabouts?"

"We can't let him escape, I'll go after him!"

"Wait."

Li Chengjun raised his hand, signaling everyone to be calm.

Then he closed his eyes, as if concentrating on sensing something.

After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes and pointed to a direction.

"The rat escaped into that alley, be careful, there may be reinforcements."