I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was responsible for keeping watch from a relatively safe and secluded spot outside the warehouse, observing the surrounding movements at any time, and communicating using a simple signal they had agreed upon.

Zhang Yangqing, accompanied by the chairman, changed into his coarse work clothes, which were slightly dirty and worn, making him look travel-worn, and then headed towards the No. 3 warehouse of the Dragon Head.

The closer one gets to Warehouse No. 3, the clearer and more concrete the "eerie" feeling described by the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes becomes, transforming from a vague outline into a substantial sense of oppression that sends chills down one's spine.

In fact, the woman with peach blossom eyes observed many details, but since she was far away and the fog was thick, she couldn't see them very clearly, and some of her feelings were too subjective, so she couldn't say for sure.

For example, just now, when Zhang Yangqing and the chairman actually approached the No. 3 warehouse of the dragon head, they immediately noticed the strangeness of the "dragon head" statue.

From a distance, it does indeed look like a majestic dragon head decoration, used to indicate the warehouse's number or ownership.

But upon closer inspection, Zhang Yangqing and the chairman, with their keen eyesight, immediately recognized that it was definitely not a real dragon!

It looked more like the head of a dragon-like hybrid, or even a cursed and corrupted beast!

The statue's material has an ominous, dark, bone-white color, and the dragon horns are twisted and forked, covered with fine cracks, as if they might shatter at any moment.

The dragon's mouth is not solemnly closed or majestically open, but rather it is grinned open in an extremely painful and ferocious manner, revealing not neat fangs, but jagged, barbed teeth.
The most bizarre thing was the pair of empty eye sockets, which were not inlaid with gems or ordinary objects, but with two dark red gelatinous substances that were constantly rotating slowly, like congealed blood, emitting a faint but eerie fluctuation.

This is by no means a decoration meant to display majesty; it is more like the head of some powerful and evil creature that has been severed off, specially treated, and forcibly "nailed" here as a "suppressing object"!

Use evil to suppress evil, and use an even more ferocious presence to intimidate the "goods" in the warehouse and the rules of this place.

Just a few glances were enough to make one uneasy, as if a cold malice was creeping over one's gaze.

It's understandable that the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes couldn't see it clearly because she was far away and the fog was thick, and she only said it was a "dragon head logo".

Secondly, it's about the "people" here.

There were indeed not many laborers, only about seventeen or eighteen scattered in the open space in front of the warehouse. Some were standing, some were squatting, and they were talking in hushed tones in twos and threes. Their voices were very low and had a numb tone.

Behind a crooked wooden table at the warehouse entrance sat a middle-aged man wearing round sunglasses and chewing on an unknown blade of grass.

He was dressed in coarse cloth clothes similar to those of other laborers, but noticeably cleaner and tidier, and was holding a worn-out, greasy-covered hardcover notebook.

Every now and then, she would scribble a few lines on it with a worn-out pen; this was probably the "goods list" or ledger that the woman with peach blossom eyes speculated.

The man who looked like a manager sat there casually, even somewhat lazy, but Zhang Yangqing and the chairman immediately realized, based solely on their intuition and sense of his aura, that this guy's strength was unfathomable!

He didn't deliberately exude any aura; he just sat there in an ordinary manner, yet he gave people a feeling of being as unfathomable as a deep pool.

The chairman was also secretly assessing that even if he and Zhang Yangqing went all out, without knowing the opponent's trump cards and the rules of this place, the outcome would probably be only fifty-fifty, or even more difficult.

This is a tough nut to crack that requires extreme caution.

Of course, if no conflict occurs, it's not a big problem.

Then there's the warehouse itself and the guards.

Just as the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes said, the warehouse was built in an extremely enclosed manner. The walls were made of thick, massive stones mixed with some kind of dark metallic particles, forming a single, seamless structure without even a single window.

Only the two heavy wooden doors, each three zhang tall and edged with dark metal, were slightly ajar, letting in dim light and a chilling aura.

Outside the gate, a guard stood on each side.

The sight of these two guards up close is even more nerve-wracking.

They were tall, almost a head taller than ordinary laborers, and their bodies were covered in a kind of gray-black scale armor that shone with a cold light. The scale armor seemed not to be worn, but rather to be grown into their skin.

The mask on his face was not an ordinary mask, but a bizarre mask with a twisted and painful human face, as if it were made from the skin of a living creature. The facial features were distorted and blurred, leaving only two dark, unreflective eye holes.

They were not carrying any obvious weapons, their hands hanging naturally at their sides, but their fingers were unusually long, with black, sharp nails that seemed ready to transform into claws that could tear everything apart at any moment.

What's most unbearable is the chilling killing intent emanating from them, which seems almost tangible!
That was no ordinary ferocious aura, but a malevolent energy condensed from countless killings, soaked in blood and death.

This killing intent wasn't ostentatious, but it was like an invisible cold current, spreading within a radius of several feet, making the air seem to freeze.

The laborers instinctively kept their distance from them when carrying goods, preferring to take a longer route.

Even from a distance, Zhang Yangqing and the chairman could feel a slight stinging sensation on their skin and palpitations.

These are absolutely two pure, efficient killing machines, far superior to ordinary guards, and unlike any terrifying creatures I've ever encountered in my previous world.

Apart from the laborers, foremen, and guards, the area around the warehouse was deserted, with no other noteworthy living creatures or obvious structures.

Repression, isolation, and danger are the main themes here.

While Zhang Yangqing was quickly observing the environment, the chairman was doing the same thing, focusing his attention on the group of old laborers chatting together.

They seemed quite familiar with the place, sharing an unspoken understanding, clearly seasoned locals.

The chairman lowered his voice and said to Zhang Yangqing, "Those people gathered together must be veterans. They must know the ins and outs and rules here. Why don't I go over and try to strike up a conversation? With a little finesse, I might be able to get some useful information out of them, such as how to get 'shipping' jobs, who to contact, what the process is, and what the pay is."

He felt this was a safe entry point.

However, Zhang Yangqing gently raised his hand to stop him, his gaze not falling on the group of seasoned veterans, but instead turning to a relatively quiet corner on the side of the warehouse.

“No,” Zhang Yangqing’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable air, “Look at that kid over there, he’s our better target.”

Following Zhang Yangqing's gaze, the chairman saw a young laborer who looked not very old and had a slightly thin build, leaning alone against a pile of discarded wooden crates, appearing somewhat uneasy.

He would occasionally look up at the group of chatting and laughing old laborers, his eyes revealing a longing to fit in but also a sense of bewilderment, as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he seemed out of place with the numb or familiar atmosphere around him.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the chairman, a faint smile playing on his lips, and asked, "You should have noticed too, he's new here." (End of Chapter)