Chapter 319: Capturing People
Chapter 319: Capturing People
Compared to this, Master Sun fared much better—at least he could still stand.
This alone proved his black uniform privilege wasn’t entirely due to family connections; his own strength wasn’t weak.
“A gravity Transcendent… with a dog…”
Earlier, Master Sun hadn’t dwelled on it, his focus consumed by the strange dog. Old Ma’s words then misled him into thinking this was a Yan family remnant. But witnessing such unique Extraordinary Power and terrifying strength triggered instant recognition.
“This bastard’s the Divine Miracle Society’s Great Sage!!”
The Divine Miracle Society!
Shending Kingdom’s top terrorist organization. Their Great Sage, rumored as the gods’ earthly mouthpiece, had publicly slaughtered high-ranking tier one extraordinary beings from Congress. Remembering how he’d coveted this monster’s pet, Master Sun wanted to slap himself—like an old man swallowing poison, begging for death.
Congress big shots had died. Did his skull outrank theirs?
“Know me?”
Zuo Meng dangled the unconscious Murong Wenbo, observing Master Sun’s self-slapping theatrics. The fool had guessed right.
Inevitable. Though Congress and Shadow Alliance suppressed his intel, the Murong family’s status among the Thirty-two Families guaranteed some leaks.
“S-Sir Sage.”
Master Sun’s teeth chattered.
This terrorist leader could erase him with a stray thought.
“Where did Murong Wenbo meet Yan Kuan?”
One catch or two—might as well net both. Hopefully Fat Guy Yan Kuan hadn’t fled yet.
“Eastern Building.”
Master Sun had gotten the location from that call. No point lying—the Divine Miracle Society’s fierce reputation preceded them. Their Great Sage? Pure danger. Survival meant compliance.
“Direction? Nevermind. Lead me.”
Zuo Meng had never visited Snowstorm City. He casually conscripted Master Sun, whose face paled further upon noticing the grinning Silly Dog.
Legends said the Great Sage fed people to his hound.
As if reading his mind, the dog curled its lips in a disturbingly human sneer.
Master Sun’s voice shook. “My car’s—”
“Cars? Useless.”
Zuo Meng flicked a finger. Gravity abandoned Master Sun.
The rule system of weight evaporated from his perception.
He floated like a lost balloon. Only his own Extraordinary Power prevented him sailing into the sky—ordinary men would’ve shot through clouds.
“Move.”
“Th-this way, sir.”
Master Sun carefully controlled his strength as he flew over the heads of the Murong family ancestors, stealing a glance downward. The ancestors looked utterly pathetic – they still hadn’t surfaced, making him wonder if they’d kicked the bucket already. This thought made him tread even more cautiously, terrified of taking a wrong path and wasting the big shot’s time. His current wariness completely contradicted the boldness he’d shown earlier on the mountain.
After exiting the Murong compound, Master Sun oriented himself and sped toward the Eastern Tower. Zuo Meng followed unhurriedly behind.
Their pace slowed as Master Sun started needing street signs to navigate. Big cities were such a hassle, but through gradual observation, he realized this big shot wasn’t as vicious as the stories claimed – just eccentric with a habit of capturing geniuses.
‘Thank heavens I’m no genius.’
He glanced at his cousin Murong Wenbo being dragged like a lifeless mutt, offering three seconds of silent pity.
“He’ll live.”
Zuo Meng’s sharp senses caught Master Sun’s subtle glance.
“Sir Sage, do you know that food spirit user? Is he part of the Divine Miracle Society too?”
Master Sun couldn’t fathom why this big shot would target his cousin. After much deliberation, he concluded Zuo Meng must have prior dealings with the food spirit user. Why else demand immediate tracking without stating terms? Clearly Murong Wenbo’s attack on the spirit-eater had provoked Zuo Meng into disregarding status hierarchy to punish a junior.
In their world, big shots strictly observed hierarchy. Bullying the weak was rare – this was common knowledge in the Transcendent Realm. Little did he know Zuo Meng operated on completely different principles, viewing status and conventions as meaningless concepts.
“My reason for finding that fatty matches Murong Wenbo’s.”
Same reason?
Master Sun’s mind whirled with possibilities.
“Might I ask what Sir Sage wants with my cousin?”
“Experiments. They’re both premium experimental subjects.” Zuo Meng clapped Master Sun’s shoulder. “Don’t get ideas – you’re too talentless.”
How reassuring!
Master Sun mentally rolled his eyes. Lab rats never ended well. He shot another look at Murong Wenbo, suddenly grateful for his mediocre gifts. Poor cousin might never return alive.
“Here’s the Eastern Tower.”
They landed before the building ten minutes later.
The area remained cordoned off from Master Sun’s earlier clash with Murong Wenbo. Police immediately surrounded them, the leader showing deference upon recognizing the black uniform.
“Master Sun.”
As the Murong family’s frequent envoy, Snowstorm City’s elite all knew him.
“We’ve searched thoroughly but found no trace of the perpetrator.”
Master Sun waved dismissively. “Scram. I never counted on you lot anyway.”
“Thank you, Master Sun.”
The officers exhaled in relief. Ordinary people stood no chance against supernatural criminals. During his promotion, his superiors had specifically briefed him on Underworld basics to prevent fatal mistakes – knowledge that now chilled his bones.