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Chapter 99 Confession Must Be After the Battle

Zhu Mingyao spoke fluently, quickly recounting the information he had overheard in the tunnel through the "Dog General," making slight modifications as he went along, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

"That damned man, how dare he... betray us for a secret technique! The Federation will not let him get away with this!"

Ms. Lisa was trembling with anger, her chest heaving. She had just faced death, and no matter how good her temper was, she could no longer maintain her ladylike demeanor and couldn't help but swear.

Michelle, leaning against her, blushed and nodded repeatedly. Having grown up in a simple and honest rural town, the worst thing she had ever seen was school bullying. In her innocent little mind, she couldn't imagine that anyone could be so selfish and vicious.

That's because the temptation of rejuvenation is simply too great for an elderly person in the latter half of their life. Zhu Mingyao thought to himself.

It was because of this concern that he deliberately omitted the effects of the secret technique to avoid any unforeseen complications.

"Now that I've discovered that old Bob is colluding with the enemy, I have to hurry up and rescue him, otherwise none of those agents will survive."

Zhu Mingyao said righteously.

Just then, the surviving agent started the car. Amidst the roar of the engine, the bright xenon headlights shone from behind, as if coating his figure with a halo of pure white light. Combined with his impassioned words, this added a touch of sanctity to his already young and handsome appearance.

We don’t know how others feel, but Michelle’s eyes were practically sparkling with excitement.

Well, if your system cheat is a dating game, you'll probably see a notification that the girl's affection level has increased by ten.

In fact, Zhu Mingyao wasn't really that noble and fearless. His reason for pursuing the beast to the end was, of course, to turn it into reward points—no monster could escape from the eyes of this monster-hunting maniac!

Furthermore, there's no such thing as being able to guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days. If it were a normal superhuman, after committing such a bloody crime and greatly offending the federal authorities, they would definitely go into hiding, flee the country, and never return.

But this pervert is clearly mentally unstable; didn't you see he dared to make threats as he left?

The police station massacre also reveals his intense desire for revenge. He could have easily escaped, but he insisted on killing everyone, even if it exposed his identity as a superhuman and attracted the attention of his superiors.

Zhu Mingyao didn't want this bastard to suddenly jump out and stab him while he was having a good time. A guy who could shapeshift and disguise himself to avoid divination, hiding and waiting for a chance to take revenge, even if he wasn't particularly strong, was still a real headache.

A toad jumps onto my foot, but it doesn't bite; it's disgusting!

Lastly, it's all about saving people, and of course, there's also the chance to grab some reward points for saving lives—even a small amount is still something.

But to those unaware of the situation, his actions appeared as a willingness to venture into the lion's den to save a group of ordinary people who were not related to him, making him seem extremely noble and virtuous.

He is practically the image of the lone hero that the Federation people admire most!

It's no wonder that the young and beautiful Michelle was deeply moved, her heart fluttering.

Even Charles, the head of the secret service who was lying there with blood gushing from his mouth, felt that the boy was of noble character. These days, there are very few superhumans who are willing to risk their lives for ordinary people.

Clark Kent, that kind of superhero who takes the world as his responsibility (oddball), is ultimately just a character in comics. In reality, the authorities can't find many vigilantes (free henchmen) with such noble (and easily fooled) superhuman qualities.

The Eastern Depot... no, the Federal government needs someone like you!

Since the other party was so willing to risk his life to save his subordinates, Charles naturally couldn't be stingy.

Despite his pain, he forced himself to speak, generously stating that the boy could freely take as many of the extraordinary supplies the Special Investigation Bureau had brought as he pleased, without any problem.

Furthermore, regardless of whether he can rescue the personnel at the front lines, upon returning to the Los Angeles branch, he will apply for an additional reward, allowing the young man to choose an item from the Special Investigations Bureau's collection to recognize his heroic actions.

Zhu Mingyao was secretly delighted by what he heard, feeling a sense of satisfaction akin to accidentally squeezing an extra treasure chest from an NPC who gave him a quest in a game!

Although he was secretly delighted, he still had to maintain a calm and composed demeanor. He first made a stern statement that he was not doing this for the official reward, but because he couldn't bear to see more than a dozen families broken apart. Only after being persuaded by several people did he reluctantly agree to accept the supplies.

The wounded were loaded onto a bus, which was escorted by Zhu Mingyao, and the group hurriedly headed back the way they had come.

On the bus, Michelle, who had regained some strength, blinked her big, watery eyes and moved silently to Zhu Mingyao's side, who was squatting in front of a few boxes in the last seat selecting supplies.

Zhu Mingyao's suggestion to escort everyone for safety reasons has earned him even more goodwill.

In short, the girl's gaze, which had evolved from respect to adoration, was like glue, clinging to him from the moment she got on the bus and never leaving his side.

However, Zhu Mingyao had no time to ponder the girl's thoughts at the moment. He controlled his expression and happily scooped up one valuable piece of material after another into his arms.

How could I possibly let go of such an opportunity to profit from official corruption? I'll be waking up in my sleep with heartache from now on!

Meditation incense, take it!

Sensing potion, take it!

Platinum pendulum, take it!

Take the mithril amulet!

Concentrated holy water, judging by its quality, it's at least a high-level clergyman's work. Take it!

Wow, they're even willing to use large chunks of pure gemstones of various colors as materials for their magic. The Special Investigations Bureau is truly wealthy and powerful.

We, the working class, are here today to rob the rich and help the poor!

Zhu Mingyao looked like a mouse that had fallen into a rice granary, his mouth practically watering.

Unfortunately, for the sake of his image, he couldn't really take everything, and besides, he really couldn't carry that many things. So he picked and chose, reluctantly giving up some of the less valuable items.

After packing his things, Zhu Mingyao looked up and was met with the girl's intense gaze.

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed and reached out to scratch his head.

Even if he had never had two serious relationships in his past and present lives, Zhu Mingyao could still see the affection in the girl's eyes.

However, now is not a good time for young men and women to flirt. He looked out the window and saw that the car had already reached the highway, so he stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

Before he could speak, a fragrant breeze swept into his arms, followed by a soft, warm touch on his lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water, disappearing in an instant.

Zhu Mingyao stared wide-eyed at the beautiful girl in front of him, and involuntarily swallowed.

Michelle smiled slightly and took two steps back, her cheeks flushed.

"You're leaving, right? I'll be waiting for you. Please come back safely!"

Is this considered a confession?

Zhu Mingyao's mind was in complete chaos, and he stood there dumbfounded.

Isn't it said that girls in small towns are quite conservative?

Besides, I just showed off, I didn't do anything! Why did you release the ending cutscene?

The fantasy channel is really cold -_-||

Even a book like mine, which is so poorly written and hasn't even reached 10,000 favorites yet, managed to get four rounds of recommendations. It's truly laughable...

I just want to get it up and running quickly and earn some pocket money.

Chapter 100 Chasing the Murderer Under the Moon

Does this count as a confession?

In my past life, I was a fat, nerdy college freshman. I've never experienced being taken advantage of by pretty girls before! I have no practical experience in this area!

After a long while, Zhu Mingyao was still thinking about this question.

At this moment, he was leaping and striding swiftly through the rugged hills and rocks.

He had followed the car for several kilometers before escorting everyone onto the interstate highway.

Having escaped the interference of the magnetite, they contacted the police station behind them using the vehicle's equipment. After confirming that they had sent reinforcements, they turned back, identified the direction, and chased after the magnetite into the mountains.

Just as the bright moon was rising, under its cool light, Zhu Mingyao floated about three feet off the ground, half-floating and half-sinking, his graceful posture like that of an immortal.

The surrounding gusts of cold wind were a bit of a spoilsport, making him look less like an immortal traveling on air and more like a demonic Taoist descending the mountain on the wind.

However, there was nothing that could be done about it. With his current cultivation level, let alone imitating the immortals in myths and legends who could ride the clouds, he couldn't even learn to fly through the air on a sword like the various masters in sword immortal novels.

The fact that he could travel so freely was entirely due to the ten ghostly soldiers linked together, stirring up a ghostly wind to support him, allowing him to experience the thrill of flying.

Flight is an important part of human fantasy culture.

In his previous life, Zhu Mingyao often saw the art of flying in fantasy web novels. It didn't seem particularly unusual. Any novice disciple could fly on a sword, especially in some poorly written pseudo-cultivation novels. In fact, this was quite different from the descriptions in traditional immortal classics, folk legends, and the current state of Xuanmen cultivation in this world.

In orthodox cultivation classics, flying through the air and riding the clouds are actually relatively high-level supernatural abilities. One who can remain suspended in mid-air without relying on any magic or spells, solely on his true qi, can be called a true person. The ability to fly is far more common than in some online game-style cultivation novels.

This is even reflected in unofficial historical novels. For example, in the novel "The Legend of Ji Gong", there is a villainous Taoist priest who has cultivated for two lifetimes and is born with innate wisdom. He has mastered swordsmanship and is proficient in magic. In this world, he would at least be a master of innate skill. However, he is only as light as a swallow and can travel hundreds of miles a day by using the Divine Travel Armor Horse.

Other folk tales and traditional myths also contain many descriptions of ordinary practitioners and even some powerful demons, who, when traveling, would only be "three or five feet off the ground, half in wind and half in fog, floating up and down."

If one can even manage to say something like, "A fierce wind arose, lifting it into the air, making a sound, and then disappearing into the distance in an instant," then one has quite a bit of ability.

Those who can transform into a rainbow, a golden light, piercing through the sky and clouds, and instantly disappear must at least have reached the edge of the Loose Immortal realm. According to the realm classification of the Xuanmen in this world, they must at least be close to the Yin God True Person level.

To truly ride on auspicious clouds and travel the world in an instant, one must be a true immortal with a primordial spirit.

Zhu Mingyao was very self-aware and didn't have any unrealistic ambitions for those profound realms and supernatural powers. He was already quite content with being able to experience a youthful, plus-sized version of wind-riding flight.

A towering building rises from the ground. With a system and cheat codes by my side, as long as I keep going steadily, I will eventually transcend the mortal world. Until then, I should enjoy the various "scenery" in life.

For example, happy things like a pretty girl giving a kiss, giving a kiss, giving a kiss...

In the desolate mountains and wilderness, all was quiet and deserted. Even when there were occasional hillsides and ravines blocking his way, Zhu Mingyao could easily cross them with just a little effort, thanks to his [Divine Speed ​​Technique] and the support of the Yin soldiers. As time went by, his pseudo-wind-riding technique became more and more proficient and fluent, and his running speed became faster and faster.

Feeling the whistling mountain wind rushing past his ears, Zhu Mingyao felt intoxicated and extremely happy. He couldn't help but temporarily put aside his previous romantic thoughts and focused wholeheartedly on tracking the enemy's trail.

More than ten kilometers away, hundreds of meters above the ground, a shadow barely visible to the naked eye hovered above a shallow canyon, its transparent eyes silently staring at the side of the canyon, at an inconspicuous half-collapsed mine entrance.

Zhu Mingyao dared to let the enemy escape without immediately pursuing them, partly because he wanted to cover the wounded's retreat, but also because he was confident that the enemy would not escape his grasp.

Don't forget, of the two generals he summoned, besides the "Hound General" Huang Dahu who was discovered by the enemy, there was also the "Flying Eagle General" Zhang Jun who had been hiding in the air all along.

As soon as the battle began, he piloted his eagle back to reinforce the area, only to run into the fleeing Native American wizard Quinn.

General Eagle's eyes are adept at seeing through illusions. When Quinn fled, although he used some means to conceal himself, he could not hide from the eyes of the eagle. Thus, all his tricks, such as changing his location and erasing his scent, were in vain.

Even the process of him thinking he had shaken off his pursuers and escaping into his hiding place was entirely under Zhu Mingyao's "vision".

"They didn't escape to other places? Instead, they returned to the mine where the flesh puppet was?" Zhu Mingyao frowned slightly, muttering to himself.

Is there some reason why he absolutely has to come back here?

……

Inside the dark tunnel.

A muffled "bang!"

The battered, tan greyhound finally gave way, collapsing into a pile of fine sand and gravel. Beside it lay strips of black and red rope that it had torn apart, with foul liquid, emanating a strong stench of blood, slowly oozing from the broken ends.

"You madman! Those agents are yours to deal with. Now let my contracted spirit leave!" Old Bob's furious voice came from the ghost lizards that were tightly bound by several black and red ropes on the stone wall to the side.

"You still dare to linger here with us? Official support will arrive soon!" Old Bob said, his tone fierce but his heart pounding.