"Captain, I asked the doctor about Ms. Bei and Yu Shu’s injuries, they were minor. The bullet grazed the bone, just leaving a small hole. The doctor said it won’t leave a permanent disability, they just need to recover for a while," Da Xiong said without turning his head, in a muffled voice.
"A skilled shot," Yang Xiao understood. "And a rciful one at that."
"We’re no match for him, but he’s definitely no match for you, Captain. Please don’t kill him, Yu Shu and I would like to et this person." After a pause, Beibei explained, "Of course, if the situation changes, Captain, you must do your best. Yu Shu and I appreciate his rcy, but you are our brother."
"Understood," Yang Xiao nodded and promised. "I’ll try to spare his life, but if he resists arrest violently, I can’t be blad."
With his current skill level, Yang Xiao felt he had the right to say such things. Normal Fierce Level Apostles couldn’t even catch his eye, and this man had fought his way through, killing or injuring mostly Resentnt Level Apostles. Moreover, having escaped for so long and with injuries, his current strength might be half of his peak, barely reaching the top of the Fierce Level. The old fellow he killed last night was beyond this level.
After coming out from the dark tournant arena, Yang Xiao’s spiritual power had also improved. Although it wasn’t as rapid as a real Nightmare World experience, it was still remarkable. Considering how frequently he had been using magic tools lately, he anticipated that his next Nightmare task wasn’t far off. Yang Xiao had a premonition that he might receive the Ghost Script in the next few days.
"Damn it," Yang Xiao cursed inwardly. "Such a jinx! I, Yang Xiao, have been virtuous since childhood, I’ll never receive such filthy things in my lifeti!"
Upon arriving, to avoid alerting the target, Yang Xiao got out of the car alone. He wandered around and then settled in a street-side café to drink coffee.
While drinking coffee, he observed the surroundings. Yang Xiao wasn’t in a hurry—he was waiting for nightfall, and so was that guy.
He trusted Nolan Shuo’s judgnt; he was a reliable and good leader. Nolan Shuo had been generous to him, and Yang Xiao decided to repay him soday.
Before leaving, Nolan Shuo had promised Yang Xiao that he was the only person guarding this area. The other two groups wouldn’t interfere, which implicitly told Yang Xiao that he could act freely. He could use his more secretive magic tools, and as long as he was clean about it afterward, there wouldn’t be any issues.
Having studied this person’s behavior, Yang Xiao focused on the dilapidated factory area behind the street, a good place to hide. Although they had searched it during the day and found nothing, this only strengthened his belief that the person was indeed hiding there.
Night had fully descended, and Yang Xiao left the café, his figure disappearing into the darkness. Using the capabilities of the Soul-Capturing Mirror, he quietly infiltrated the factory area. Through many abandoned buildings, so with collapsed tin roofs, and past gates with rusted iron fences tightly shut and signs warning of the dangerous buildings and absolving any responsibility if entered.
Utilizing every puddle and glass shard visible, Yang Xiao moved through the factory area like a ghost. His seven top-grade magic tools including the Drama Robe, Ghost Duster, Human Bone Staff, Daoist Robe Old Ghost, Soul-Capturing Mirror, and Ghost Lantern, made him feel more powerful than ever.
After dealing with this guy and obtaining the identity of the United Special Action Commissioner, he, Yang Xiao, would really make a na for himself.
"Why write ghost stories anymore? With a good sister at hand, I, Yang Xiao... am the scariest story!!"
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