CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: SISTER NING, YOU’D BETTER RUN!

The deserted street was silent, the night club that was bustling in the early hours now resembled a stagnant pool, pitch dark everywhere, tranquil and mysterious.

Traces of fighting from the first half of the night disappeared, and the thugs previously hidden in the courtyard were gone too, leaving the night club lifeless as if devoid of people.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed by, agilely climbing up to the second floor of the nightclub.

This is the staff resting area of the nightclub.

The shadow crouched by the second-floor window, carefully using a tool to cut a circular hole in the glass.

As the shadow reached into the hole to open the window, a metallic object pierced through the glass, aimed straight at the shadow like a flash of lightning.

The shadow swiftly ducked, evading a fatal strike.

At the same time, the pitch-black nightclub suddenly lit up with floodlights as bright as daylight, exposing the shadow under the light.

A burly man in a security guard’s uniform.

"It’s you? I didn’t expect you to be undercover!" The nightclub manager, standing by the window, glared with wide eyes in anger, "Catch him for me."

Upon realizing his cover was blown, the "security guard" immediately let go and jumped down from the second floor.

By then, the nightclub backyard was filled with thugs, exuding a stronger aura than the ones who appeared earlier that night.

He quickly drew his weapon to engage, while remaining alert for an attack from someone on the second floor.

Damn it, why is there a superpower user?

The "security guard’s" eyes flashed with annoyance; this was different from the information given to him.

If not for those two strangers intruding earlier making these people vigilant, he wouldn’t have to take the risk of stealing now.

This place is indeed the target hideout.

The "security guard" observed the surrounding environment, plotting an escape route.

Seeing the "security guard" downstairs fighting fiercely and about to escape, the manager on the second floor respectfully turned to the masked man sitting on the chair, saying, "Sir, that rat downstairs is too troublesome, please help capture him."

The masked person clasped his fingers, resting his white-gloved hands before the clown mask, as if in contemplation.

"Don’t worry, he won’t go far."

Only then did the manager feel at ease, turning back to continue watching the "security guard" fight hard downstairs, his eyes looking at him as if seeing a dead man.

Suddenly, a muffled grunt was heard; the manager quickly turned around to find the masked person on the chair clutching his chest and spitting blood.

The manager turned pale with fright, hurriedly ran over, "Sir..."

But the masked person had already fainted.

The "security guard" downstairs had broken free from the encirclement, staggering as he fled outside.

A metallic blade was lodged at his waist, his body covered in scars.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of dark blood was spat out, and the "security guard" finally collapsed on the ground; in the dimming darkness, he seemed to see a petite figure approaching him.

***

Fu Yuanxuan was awakened by a pungent smell of herbs; his body, long accustomed to training, reacted with conditioned reflex and swiftly sat up, assuming a defensive posture, but the shabby room was empty, save for a small pot of bubbling herbs.

"Hiss—"

Fu Yuanxuan gasped, clutching his waist and sitting back on the bed.

The wound at his waist was already bandaged, but a tug caused it to reopen, dark red blood instantly staining the bandage.

Yet Fu Yuanxuan disregarded the wound, standing up again like a scout to inspect the surrounding environment, assessing any danger.

But the place was very desolate, so quiet as if no one was around.

Where is this?

Fu Yuanxuan checked himself again, seeing all his equipment intact, gradually easing his mind.

He immediately sent a message to his companions, asking them to come and assist him.

Soon, a video call came through.

Fu Yuanxuan pressed the answer button, hearing a loud voice inside, "Oh my god, it’s really the captain! Captain, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"What happened? Did something go wrong with the drug den?" Fu Yuanxuan asked, frowning slightly.

The drug den was the nightclub where he was undercover. According to reliable reports, the nightclub had long been involved in drug smuggling, and someone secretly manufactured and sold drugs there. Because of the numerous thugs and two police undercover agents disappearing inexplicably before, the base sent him to assist the police undercover at the nightclub.

He had been undercover for two months, relaying several messages, and when it was almost time for a thorough sweep, something went wrong; those two strangers who mistakenly entered the drug den made the people cautious, wanting to shift the target, and he had to take action early to gather information on the destination, but he was still discovered in the end.

He wasn’t sure if the last message he sent out was received by the police for an early raid.

The man opposite was a bit solemn, replied: "Captain, the drug den suddenly exploded last night, leaving over ten dead and injured."

"What?" Fu Yuanxuan was stunned, his blood feeling solidified within him, speaking only after a long while, "The message I transmitted..."

"Rest assured, Captain, the explosion occurred before the police arrived, and all the casualties were drug den employees. Luckily, it cleared out by the first half of the night, so it didn’t harm more innocents."

Fu Yuanxuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn’t comprehend how he had not discovered any explosive or flammable materials in the monitoring room; even after escaping the drug den, it was still fine; why had there been an explosion?

Could it be that someone deliberately attempted to silence people?

Looking at his bandaged body, Fu Yuanxuan suddenly realized he had been rescued.

But why had his rescuer appeared near the drug den at that time?

Did they have anything to do with that drug den explosion?

Thinking this, Fu Yuanxuan immediately said, "Mantis, pull up all surveillance videos near the drug den; I’ll watch them when I return."

"Okay, Captain. Right, Captain, why are you near the garbage dump?"

Fu Yuanxuan: ...

"Bring up all the surveillance near my location as well."

***

Half an hour later, You Le ran back home with a panicked expression.

"Sister Ning, the security guard you rescued yesterday is from the base. I saw a lot of cars heading towards the snack street. That explosion..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Ji Ning calmly glanced at her, but You Le still seemed terrified, with cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

During the early hours, she suddenly received a message from Ji Ning, asking her to bring someone to the secret base.

She thought she could finally help, only to find it was a blood-covered "acquaintance," the security guard who first discovered them in the monitoring room.

"Sister Ning, why is he here?"

"He was injured by the nightclub people. I’ve already stopped his bleeding. You move him to the small house and re-bandage him."

But when she dragged the security guard two streets away, she heard a sudden massive explosion behind her.

"Boom—"

The huge roar shook the ground repeatedly.

"Sister Ning..."

She immediately put down the security guard and ran back, only to encounter approaching police midway, returning to lead the wounded to her secret base first.

Later when Ji Ning returned safely, she finally relaxed.

But Ji Ning hadn’t mentioned anything about the explosion.

Now it seemed that the explosion was indeed related to her.

Thinking this, You Le panickedly turned up her clothes pocket, pulling out a wallet from inside, forcibly shoving it into Ji Ning’s hand, saying anxiously: "Sister Ning, you should escape quickly!"