The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Chen Guan's finger hovered over the screen, and it sounded like Bai Hu knew Guan Jinyue quite well.

This goes far beyond information based on the network.

He hesitated whether to ask the next question.

Finally, Chen Guan asked.

[Approximately what level is her strength?]

Baihu's answer was concise.

[Uncertainty exists; she's very secretive, and rank means nothing to her.]

Chen Guan squinted his eyes behind the mask.

Similar to his own assessment, Guan Jinyue's strength was an uncertain variable, and even Baihu didn't know it, let alone say it was meaningless.

It's rare to find that there are things he doesn't know.

He didn't press Guan Jinyue's matter further, and the topic returned to the main issue.

[Wang Dan has instructed me to escort a fifth-tier dragon-like demon core from the transfer station to Warehouse Area 17 in Nangang at 4:00 AM tomorrow. The journey will take two hours and require three escorts and a driver.]

[It's unusual for her to assign a newly hired person to guard high-value goods. The cold storage was raided last night; she should be on high alert. Entrusting core assets to a newcomer at this time suggests either she's genuinely short-staffed, or she's testing your reaction.]

【Then let her see it. He Chenguan is a man who only works for money. Just do the escort mission as she says: from point A to point B, don't cause any trouble or ask any questions in between, deliver the goods, take the money, and leave. The cleaner the better.】

Chen Guan replied.

【Understood.】

I will arrange for someone to replace you as soon as possible. Be careful.

……

At 3:50 a.m., Chen Guan woke up.

He wasn't woken up by the alarm clock; the leopard nudged his hand with its nose.

He opened his eyes. It was still dark, and he couldn't see anything outside the window. The streetlights in the port area shone a dim yellow light, just enough to make him see that the iron box on the table was still in its original position.

Chen Guan sat up, put the iron box into the inside pocket of his coat, and patted Leopard's head with one hand.

"Walk."

His other hand grasped at empty air, and Chen Guan suddenly realized that the familiar black iron coffin was no longer beside him.

I'm really not used to it.

Chen Guan patted Leopard's head again. Right now, Leopard's life was more important than his own.

There are already people downstairs.

A gray van was parked at the entrance, its engine still running, idling low, with a small puff of white smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe.

There were two people standing next to the car.

One of them is bald, not the bald guy from the warehouse group last night. It seems that being bald is a standard feature of desperados.

The other was a short, stocky man with a receding hairline; it wasn't hard to tell that this line of work was short-lived.

Chen Guan walked over, and both of their eyes fell on him at the same time.

"Are you He Chenguan?" the bald man asked.

"it's me."

"Call me Old Zhao." The bald man glanced at the leopard behind him, without any particular reaction.

He'd seen plenty of summoning-type ability users.

The short, stocky man stubbed out his cigarette, stepped out the sparks, and raised his chin slightly as a greeting.

"His name is Feng Wu," Old Zhao introduced him.

Feng Wu didn't say anything, opened the back door of the carriage and climbed inside.

Chen Guan got into the car and gave the iron box to Lao Zhao. Leopard finally jumped up and lay down at his feet.

After taking a look and confirming that there were no problems, Old Zhao closed the carriage door, sat down opposite Chen's coffin, and leaned against the carriage wall.

Feng Wu sat in the corner, took his hand out of his pocket, and held something else in his hand: a slightly worn retractable baton, which gleamed with a metallic sheen under the light.

"No stopping along the way, straight to Warehouse Area Seventeen. If anything happens along the way, follow my instructions," Old Zhao said.

Chen Guan nodded.

The car started moving.

"What rank are you?" Old Zhao asked amidst the bumpy ride.

"Third tier, almost fourth."

The road conditions here are really bad; the car is swaying back and forth, and it's almost four kilometers away.

"What department?"

"Summon." Chen Guan tilted his head slightly towards the leopard.

Old Zhao glanced at the cheetah, hummed in agreement, and didn't ask any further questions.

Feng Wu didn't say a word from beginning to end, but he never loosened his grip on the baton.

Chen Guan didn't say anything more.

About half an hour later, the car slowed down.

We haven't arrived; we're just slowing down.

Old Zhao leaned forward slightly and pulled his hand out of his pocket to pat the partition of the carriage.

"What's wrong?"

There's a roadblock ahead; I don't know if it's for construction or something else.

"Go around."

"There's no way around it; there are walls on both sides of this road, and this is the only path."

Old Zhao cursed.

"How long will it stop?"

"I'll go down and take a look."

The car stopped.

The engine was still running, but the whole car was stationary, and the smell of diesel fuel in the air grew stronger.

Chen Guan's ears twitched.

The leopard's ears twitched too.

I heard the driver's door open, followed by the rustling of footsteps on the gravel ground. He walked about seven or eight steps.

Then there was no sound at all.

There were no footsteps, no voices, no sound at all.

It's as if that person vanished into thin air.

Old Zhao clearly noticed it too. He reached his hand back into his pocket, touched the edge of the iron box, and his center of gravity sank half an inch.

"Feng Wu".

"Um."

Feng Wu gripped the stick in his hand, slowly stood up, bent over and walked to the back door of the carriage, pressed his ear against the metal sheet and listened for two seconds.

"It's quiet outside."

Old Zhao narrowed his eyes.

"Don't open the door."

Before the words were finished, a very faint metallic cracking sound came from the top of the carriage, as if something had cut in from above.

After the sword's edge flashed, the roof of the car disappeared.

The night sky overhead was dark and heavy, with thick clouds obscuring all the starlight. Only the lights from the distant port area shone with a faint orange glow.

A person stands on the edge of the carriage.

Her long silver hair was blown by the night wind, and her black pupils looked down at the three people in the carriage.

Guan Jinyue.

Old Zhao reacted quickly; the moment he saw that face, he pulled the iron box out of his pocket and threw it behind him, landing right on Chen Guan.

At the same time, he raised his left hand, and a murky white light shone from his palm. It was an enhancement ability that was infused into his body and formed a thin armor.

Feng Wu was more direct. He swung the baton, the metal segments popped out, and the entire baton was electrified. He then swung it towards Guan Jinyue.

Guan Jinyue didn't even lift her eyelids.

The sword light shone brightly.

Old Zhao's thin armor shattered before it was even fully formed.

Guan Jinyue didn't even look at him. He gently raised his left hand, and it was as if the space in front of Lao Zhao was squeezed. He flew to the side, crashed through the metal wall of the carriage, tumbled and landed on the road. He moved a couple of times and then stopped moving.

As Feng Wu swung his stick halfway through the air, a crack appeared beneath his feet.

Like the hoodie in the southeast corner, Feng Wu died in the same way. He didn't even make a sound before he was swallowed up by the ground. The crack closed cleanly and neatly, leaving only a still-energized police baton in the corner of the carriage, hissing and sparking.

It took less than three seconds.

Chen Guan remained seated, having caught the iron box when Old Zhao tossed it to him. It was now resting on his lap, his palm covering the lid.

Leopard crouched low, its front paws on the ground, its purple pupils fixed on the silver-haired woman standing on the edge of the carriage, its growling low.

Guan Jinyue shifted his gaze from the spot where Feng Wu had disappeared and placed it on Chen Guan.