I am a hero of the former civilization.

Ryan turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman, around thirty or forty years old, standing on the steps. She had a full head of blonde hair, dull light blue eyes, and a rather striking appearance. She was wearing a gray-brown trench coat and had a sense of the vicissitudes of a mature woman.

"The scary part is yet to come. At least the Moths are still maintaining order; they can't cause any real chaos."

"Then we really have to thank these human guardians. Instead of fighting off the Honkai Beasts, they devoted most of their energy to maintaining order." The woman's face showed a hint of sarcasm as she glanced at the suitcase in Ryan's hand. "Are you looking for a room? I have rooms available, and the price is quite reasonable."

Ryan looked up slightly and realized that it was indeed a hotel, with a name consisting of only one word: 'Dream'.

"Are you the proprietress?"

"Just call me Meng, and come with me." She said, turning around without any hesitation.

Ryan paused for a moment. He was about to stay, but out of caution, he carefully observed the landlady.

There was no Honkai energy reaction, and the gait was normal, so it's likely that the person hasn't received professional training.

After confirming that there were no problems, he picked up his suitcase and went inside. He saw that the hotel had five floors, the lobby looked old, and there were some postmodern oil paintings hanging on the walls.

The woman stood behind the counter, with an easel beside her.

"Your hobby is quite good."

"In this kind of world, you can't live without a hobby. One hundred euros a day, how many days are you planning to book?"

"Let's start with five days."

"Any special needs? A woman? Contraband? Or a man?"

"No, just don't bother me unless necessary. My room doesn't need cleaning either," Ryan replied calmly, as the woman placed a key card on the table.

"503, the room with the best view, you can observe your surroundings."

"Aren't you going to enter any information?"

"No need. No matter what you come here for or who you want to kill, the Fire Moth has no energy to care, let alone me."

"Thank you."

Ryan nodded in acknowledgment, picked up his briefcase, and entered the elevator. He used his authority to cover the lobby, and could see the woman pick up the phone.

“A guest has come from outside. Yes, he doesn’t look like an ordinary person. We don’t need to deal with him or leak the information. Foolish. Anyone who dares to come here now must have some purpose.”

"No need to deal with him, no need to hide him, just let him be. This person is probably not after us. I'll observe him further to see if he's dangerous."

The air vibrations transmitted the information to Ryan. He wasn't some novice going out for the first time; he had noticed it when the taxi driver stopped the car.

Your acting was good, but unfortunately your heartbeat was too slow to match your terrified expression.

"You really can't expect anything from fate in life." Ryan chuckled self-deprecatingly, indifferent to the identities of these people.

His trip to the peninsula was originally just a feint, and his complete disappearance only fueled suspicion.

A resistance fighter? Maybe they'll come in handy.

Ryan opened the door. The room wasn't large, but it looked simple and elegant. He opened his suitcase at the long table, took out his laptop, entered the password, and found the encrypted email from Mei.

After decoding, it becomes a long document.

The photo shows a middle-aged man with triangular eyes and a mustache that makes him look somewhat sinister. His black hair is parted in the middle and looks shiny.

"Black Dog, a former underworld boss on the peninsula, whose business focused on human trafficking, played a role in the evacuation of northern peninsula and was identified as an accomplice, thus laundering his identity."

"Now they are major shareholders of two airlines and one shipping company. It's a very profitable business."

Ryan knew how booming the shipping business was right now; tickets were practically impossible to get. This man had amassed a huge fortune, and he had no intention of playing the hero. It would be easy for him to cause trouble while he was at it.

According to May's speculation, this person provided a considerable number of female slaves to 'Paradise' for the pleasure of the people behind it, and from 'Adam,' who is a pseudo-lawgiver Ryan, it is already known that Paradise is related to the Faith faction.

We should be able to find some clues from you, but we need to act quickly, because I'm definitely not the only one looking for you.

Ryan narrowed his eyes. He knew even with a grain of salt that this person was either hiding or had set up an impenetrable wall. Given the close relationship with the Peninsula branch, it wouldn't be so easy for the Faith faction to silence him.

"However, you still need to provide me with an alibi, so let's not have tea just yet."

Click.

He heard the door lock next door rattle, and using his power to see through things, he saw that several people had already moved in next door. They looked disheveled, like civilians who had fled from the north.

However, after entering the room, they split up to check every corner while assembling the equipment.

The intelligence department here has a pretty good nose; they found us so quickly.

Ryan concealed his identity, but not completely. Finding him wouldn't be difficult, but that was also intentional.

The witnesses are here, let's get down to business.

He closed his laptop; the first desktop only displayed information about 'Black Dog.' He then put the laptop into the room's safe, changed into a black casual suit, and left the room.

Ryan went to the restaurant and ordered fried chicken made by the owner herself. Then he found that his two neighbors had followed him. They were good actors and there was nothing wrong with them on the surface. Little did they know that Ryan had detected everything about them, from their physical condition to their heart rate.

'They have no Honkai energy, are just ordinary agents with mediocre training. This is the weakest branch to begin with; how many elites could they possibly find?'

Not every branch is familiar with him. It's already good that they can find manpower in a short time. Anyway, sending fusion warriors wouldn't be enough. Once exposed, what can they do besides smile and apologize?

Ryan leisurely ate dinner, chatted for a few words with the knowledgeable landlady, and then went straight out the door.

The intelligence department had basic professional skills; after he left, they sent a different group to follow him, keeping a safe distance behind.

'He's just an ordinary person, but he's been a huge help.'

Ryan pretended not to see anything and strolled around Jeju's busiest commercial street for several hours, even posting about it on his WeChat Moments.

As the pursuer grew tired, he suddenly disappeared, vanishing into the vast crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Lost?"

"No, I think I saw him disappear into the alley next door."

The two agents, their thighs aching, exchanged a glance and instinctively quickened their pace as they rounded the corner.

The alley was dark and filled with underground bars, where frenzied heavy metal music echoed due to poor soundproofing.

"There are quite a few intelligence brokers here. Let's split up and go find them to request support."

"Yes." The agent immediately took out his headset, but before he could press the communication button, a head seemed to disintegrate from the wall behind him and appeared like a ghost between the two of them, staring at him with an indifferent smile.

My heart stopped, my pupils dilated, and a terrifying atmosphere left only one word in my mind.

dead.

This dangerous individual would crush them like ants, and then the Moth of Fire wouldn't even acknowledge its own identity. In the terrifying silence, a hissing sound came through the headset.

"Five-minute routine report: what's the current situation?"

No one spoke. Ryan just watched them quietly. Even more strangely, the drunkard walked past the three of them as if he hadn't seen anything.

“We’ve been exposed, and he warned us not to disturb him.” The agent pressed the communication button.

"That's normal. He won't make a move openly. So, is the target still under your surveillance?"

“Yes, the target is just wandering around aimlessly and doesn’t care that we’re following him,” the agent added mechanically, his eyes lifeless.

"This characteristic is exactly the same as what my Japanese colleagues reported."

Chapter 211 I'm Better at Open Killing!

"very good."

Ryan watched the communication end. He had already given the two agents a hint. Even if ordinary people like this had received training in willpower, it was easy for mental suggestion to work after they were scared half to death by him.

As for their superiors' suspicions? I'm sorry, this whole thing started the moment they arrived in Japan.

He instilled his free-spirited yet rule-abiding nature into their minds. Even if surveillance was exposed, he wouldn't do anything to them. Even the Japanese group didn't leave any trace of him taking action.

"The report will still be given every five minutes, in the following order: drinking, gathering intelligence, taking photos and strolling around. Then, after three hours, you will lose track of me. The last time you see me is near the city hall."

"Yes." The two agents nodded blankly, then silently walked into the chaotic alley.

In their minds, the target was just ahead, and they maintained their attitude of ignoring the two people following them.

As for the warning, it must be taken seriously, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, so no one will come to help.

"Including the search time, it's been about ten hours. Hmm, it seems we're still a bit strapped for cash." Ryan stroked his chin and lightly tapped his toes on the ground.

slam-la-

The storm whipped up the trash in the alley, and Ryan had vanished, disappearing into the sky a thousand meters above.

Jeju City shrank rapidly, and Ryan paused in the sky for a moment, looking towards the eastern sea.

1200 kilometers?

He slowly closed his eyes, as if an invisible hand had patted his back, and he shot out like an arrow. At a height of a thousand meters, the earth flashed past him, and soon he saw the dark sea. Then the second and third layers of air exploded, accompanied by a shock wave carrying residual electricity.

Storm Rush.

Boom!

A shockwave exploded in the sky as Ryan had exceeded the speed of sound. Only after he had flown far away did the muffled thunderous sound echo in his ears. There was no trail, and with the assistance of the mirage system, various detectors could not find a trace of him at all.

It was still an ordinary night, but a dark figure had silently returned to Tokyo, and less than an hour later, the lights reappeared in his sight.

Ryan landed silently on a hilltop, gazing at the cluster of buildings before him.

This is a seaside villa area. A few kilometers away from the villa area, there is an arched hill by the sea. Surrounding this hill, a castle with a neon-like style has been built. Its outer walls are not thick, and the courtyard has a beautiful pond and garden.

The central building is massive and towering, somewhat resembling a 'castle tower' in my memory.

woo-

A sea breeze swept by, gently caressing the entire palace, revealing both the hidden and the visible, causing Ryan's brows to furrow slightly.

With such tight security, are all the people in this world just cowards?

Even though he knew he was a thousand kilometers away, the area remained on high alert. He could detect hundreds of people, heavy mechs were hidden in the shadows, and missile launchers were under the eaves.

This is no mansion, it's a fortress. It's impossible to sneak in now. The exploration just now has alerted some people.

"That old pervert still came." Ryan muttered to himself with some regret. The Honkai energy contained in the authority was small, but enough to arouse alertness, so he turned slightly to the side.

"Himiko, keep the Far East Branch occupied. You don't need to be there."

A red-haired woman emerged from the shadows, a large sword in her hand, her expression complex.

"You don't have to go this far. Since you're going to turn against me, how can you expect me to stand by and do nothing?" She paused, then said somewhat agitatedly, "Just find a way to get me in there, and I'll take care of the rest!"

She was no longer as dejected as before. This man had kept his promise and come, which would surely provide an opportunity for revenge. The anger in her heart suddenly found a place to be vented.