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

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat somber.

Chen Guan leaned against the window, watching the night view rushing past outside.

The car slowed down noticeably as it passed through the city center square.

"What is that?"

Long Ao pointed to a newly built, huge sculpture outside the window.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The main body of the sculpture is the back view of a tall young man, holding a sickle in one hand, facing the sea alone.

The sculpture's silhouette stands out against the night, and even just its back view exudes a sense of aloofness.

The driver arranged by Liu Chengjun was knowledgeable and slowed down, respectfully explaining, "That's a monument that the city specially built overnight to commemorate the unsung heroes of the Oriental Pearl Tower incident."

"I heard that the hero did not want to reveal his identity, so only his outline was sculpted, and his facial features were not depicted, in order to protect his privacy."

Hongyuan pressed her face against the car window and looked closely: "I must say, this pose with the sickle is actually quite cool."

For them, who this person is is beyond doubt.

An Changqing's gaze also fell on the sculpture, and he said gently, "Building this monument is partly to appease the people, and partly to express an attitude to that hero."

"The official attitude, and the attitude of all high-level superhumans, is one of gratitude."

Liu Feiyu sat silently the whole time, never looking at the sculpture, just keeping his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

The atmosphere inside the car fell silent once again.

The vehicle drove through the bustling city center, into the dimly lit old town, and finally stopped in front of an old building that exuded a sense of decay.

Cathay Grand Theatre.

The mottled paint on the walls swayed precariously in the night wind, and the tightly closed door stood dark and menacing, silently waiting for its prey to come.

"This is it."

An Changqing got out of the car first, looking at the building in front of him with a serious expression.

The others also got off the bus one after another. Long Ao looked up at the plaque that was about to fall down and frowned.

"Choosing such a horrible place, they obviously have ulterior motives."

Just then, several blinding headlights shone from the other end of the street, and several black sedans with leopard license plates stopped steadily not far from them.

The car door opened, and a group of men dressed in black suits, exuding a somber aura, quickly got out and set up a perimeter.

A sprightly old man, surrounded by a crowd, slowly walked towards them.

"Grandpa Yin".

Hongyuan immediately went to greet them, her tone urgent.

However, Yin Tianzheng merely nodded to her, then looked past her and directly at Chen Guan at the very back of the group.

He stopped in front of the coffin, bowed slightly, and his attitude stunned everyone he had brought with him.

"Student Chen."

Yin Tianzheng's voice was steady and powerful, carrying a deep sense of respect.

"Your charm remains unchanged since we last met."

Chen Guan nodded slightly to Yin Tianzheng in response.

"Mr. Yin, you're too kind."

Yin Tianzheng smiled and didn't dwell on the topic. He turned around and looked at the lifeless grand theater, his smile vanishing instantly.

"The situation inside is very unusual."

His gaze was sharp, as if trying to pierce through that heavy door.

"Our people tried mental probing, but all their mental efforts were in vain, without any response."

An Changqing continued, "The other party has set up some kind of mental barrier."

"It's more than just a barrier."

Yin Tianzheng shook his head and pointed to the tightly closed door.

"Liu Xiao is a very smart person, or rather, very arrogant."

"He knew you would come, and he knew we would come."

Yin Tianzheng's gaze slowly swept over everyone present, finally settling on the dilapidated plaque directly above the theater.

Squeak.

As if to confirm Yin Tianzheng's words, the heavy, tightly closed wooden door opened on its own with a screeching sound.

"Friends, since you're here, why not come in?"

A voice, amplified through a loudspeaker, emanated from the darkness, carrying a calm tone as it echoed through the silent street.

It was Liu Xiao's voice.

"Why waste words with him? Just smash it in."

Long Ao took a step forward, his joints cracking, his fighting spirit barely contained.

"right."

Hong Yuan hoisted the giant axe onto her shoulder and decisively stood beside Long Ao.

"With so many of us, are we afraid of a coward like him?"

"no."

An Changqing immediately spoke up to stop him, calmly analyzing, "He's clearly prepared; the theater is definitely full of traps. Rushing in like this would be playing right into his hands."

Yin Tianzheng shook his head at Hong Yuan and warned her in a deep voice, "Young lady, don't be reckless. Since the other party dared to set up a trap, it can't be a simple one."

"So what do we do, just sit here and wait?"

Long Ao frowned, feeling a surge of frustration at this situation that required him to use his brain.

"I'll go in first."

Yin Tianzheng had just taken two steps forward when the door slammed shut.

He took a step back and then opened it again.

Forward, bang.

Backwards, creak.

After several back-and-forths, Yin Tianzheng said with a helpless expression, "He doesn't seem to welcome me very much."

"Mr. Yin, I'll just tear this door down."

A square-faced man following behind Yin Tianzheng said, "Judging from his name tag, he belongs to the Great Wall Security Department and is the local security officer."

It seemed that this incident had been classified as a public order incident, Chen Guanxin understood.

Yin Tianzheng did not stop him. The square-faced man held his breath and threw a punch.

Then, nothing happened.

The square-faced man, refusing to believe it, unleashed a series of punches imbued with terrifying force. Seeing their superior suffer a setback, the men behind him launched a barrage of attacks at the door, even bringing out machine guns to suppress the attack with overwhelming firepower.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's useless. This door has been reinforced with the power of the demon god. You can only fight magic with magic. Unless Lord Baal takes action, you can only follow Liu Xiao's wishes."

This was the assessment in Baal's mind, clearly showing his disdain for the square-faced man's overconfident behavior.

After listening, Chen Guan asked, "If I use my raging flames, can I burn down this door?"

"No." Baal quickly poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Even if you use the skill to copy me, it doesn't change the fact that you're just a mortal. You can't unleash a real flame that can burn the world; you're only good for grilling skewers."

"Unless..." Baal began to come up with a crazy idea: "You are willing to give your body to Lord Baal, so that Lord Baal can use your body to unleash his true wrath."

"Even though its power still can't compare to Lord Baal's true form, because your body can't withstand it, it's definitely much stronger than your mortal version."

"Just like, even though they are both divine beings, Lord Baal's personally cultivated divine power is much stronger than yours, which was picked up from the ground. Of course, you can use just a little bit of it to easily defeat many mortals, but you will only be powerless in front of true gods and demons."