Ti passed quietly.
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of November.
Late that night, in a small country within Zhangning Continent.
In a high-end residential complex, a figure dressed entirely in black, wearing a black hood, stealthily approached one of the apartnt buildings.
Looking around and finding no one nearby, the figure in black slowly reached a hand towards the wall.
When the fingertips touched the wall, the contact surface suddenly seed to ripple slightly, then silently rged into the wall.
Then the entire arm followed.
And then the whole body.
Thus, the black-clad figure easily slipped into a first-floor apartnt. His gloved right hand drew a knife from his waist, creeping quietly through the ho, quickly locating the bedroom from the sound of snoring.
Peering through the door crack to find no light in the bedroom, the figure silently passed through the door, entering the room.
Seeing the sleeping man and woman in the room, the figure noiselessly approached the bed, and the sharp knife slashed rcilessly across the man's throat.
"Sssh!"
A gush of blood spurted forth.
The man woke abruptly, eyes wide with confusion and fear, staring at the shadowy figure in the dark, hands instinctively clutching his bleeding throat, mouth agape but unable to speak, barely able to emit a 'hah hah' sound.
The woman beside him seed to sense the commotion but rely turned over and went back to sleep.
The figure moved to the other side of the bed and similarly slit the throat of the deeply sleeping woman.
After killing the two, the figure opened the bedroom door, walked out, and headed toward another bedroom, rcilessly killing the child sleeping there as well.
After exterminating this family, the figure did not stop the slaughter but moved to other apartnts in the building, from the first floor up, killing family after family.
At this ti, most people were still asleep, with no chance to react before being killed by the figure. A few who were awake or light sleepers were roused by the commotion but were quickly shot dead when they tried to resist.
A full hour later, the figure's massacre finally ended, yet the outside world remained unaware of what had happened here.
It wasn't until noon the next day that soone noticed sothing was amiss with the building and called the police.
After officers forced open one of the doors, they finally discovered the condition of the household and subsequently the horrific events that took place in the entire building—
In this thirty-one-story apartnt building, over a hundred families, comprising more than three hundred people, including adults and children, were completely slaughtered, leaving no survivors.
This case shocked the nation and caused a global uproar.
With the investigation, the truth gradually surfaced. The police scrutinized footage from the complex's internal and external surveillance, ultimately identifying the perpetrator as a black-clad figure with the ability to pass through walls.
The revelation instantly sparked worldwide heated discussion about the control of superpowered cri.
The Dawn Association, currently in the lilight, found itself thrust into a storm of public scrutiny.
After all, as the only open association of Superpower Users, collaborating formally with countries worldwide, it was practically recognized globally as the authoritative body for managing Superpower Users.
Given that the core tenet of the Dawn Association is to fight for the rights of Superpower Users, shouldn't you also have an obligation to control the criminal behavior of the Superpower Users? Shouldn't you be responsible for such incidents?
Statents like these reflected the attitudes of most netizens and the stance of various countries.
...
Yanlan Country.
In the evening, inside a bar.
Su Xin, still wearing a mask, sat on the performance stage, playing the guitar and singing soothing country music.
Though not particularly lodious, the singing gave off a pure, simple, and fresh sense of tranquility and healing.
Lately, Su Xin's real body spent a lot of ti training, while his Illusion Body, assuming the identity of Feng Qian, indulged in carefree leisure daily—eating, drinking, playing, and doing whatever ca to mind, sotis learning painting, calligraphy, singing, playing instrunts, or practicing Swordsmanship in a martial arts gym, pursuing whatever he fancied.
These past two weeks marked the most relaxed, free, and wanton period of his dual existence.
The key was balancing training and leisure.
And no one disturbed him.
As one song ended, applause erupted.
Several attractive, provocatively dressed won stared intently at Su Xin, their eyes filled with undisguised longing and admiration.
They all knew that 'Feng Qian' was a powerful Superpower User, that even local authorities, major warlords, and the Golden Lion Financial Group dared not act rashly toward 'Feng Qian'; naturally, they knew he was soone significant.
During this ti, while Su Xin road about for leisure, he frequently encountered people striking up conversations or creating deliberate encounters, all attempting to forge connections with him.
However, while Su Xin usually appeared approachable and not aloof, he never forged deep relationships with anyone. Those harboring ulterior motives could not win Su Xin's friendship, let alone his love.
Nevertheless, Su Xin continued to encounter many won feigning admiration for him daily.
"Thank you, everyone!"
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