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

Boom!

The terrifying roar arrived late, the sound waves forming a solid wall, pushing scorching air currents that swept across the entire dock.

Long Ao subconsciously raised his hand to block in front of him, but Chen Guan grabbed him and steadied him.

The container beneath his feet groaned under the strain, its metal edges whipped up and torn apart by the shockwave before being flung high into the air.

He looked up, his mouth unconsciously opening.

The night sky was completely illuminated by a small mushroom cloud that emitted an ominous red glow.

The life force of a seventh-tier powerhouse is compressed at its most extreme moment and then released, resulting in a small-scale natural disaster.

The river overflowed, the dock collapsed, and steel melted in the flames.

And the person who created all of this stood beside him, calmly watching the flower of destruction.

The profile of Chen Guan flickered in the firelight, showing neither horror nor ecstasy, only a chilling indifference.

Long Ao's heart pounded wildly. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! It's blown up! It's really blown up!]

[My brother Coffin made a move, directly using a seventh-tier powerhouse to set off fireworks. This is the most hardcore scene I've seen this year.]

[That was amazing! Art is Patrick Star, no, art is Greedy Wolf! I'd call this firework the strongest!]

Look at Brother Coffin's expression. Calm, so calm. That's the true demeanor of a big shot, treating a seventh-tier being like nothing.

[Don't talk nonsense, the person upstairs. He's definitely heartbroken; another life has been lost because of him. Even if it was an enemy, this kind of pain can only be borne silently.]

[Is the filter upstairs a bit too heavy?]

Chen Guan ignored the barrage of comments flooding his view; his attention was entirely focused on another set of data.

That is his popularity value, which changes every second.

The numbers were jumping wildly at an unprecedented speed, breaking through the 60,000 mark in just over ten seconds, and still growing.

The audience was very satisfied.

The piercing sound of sirens came from deep within the city, growing louder and more frequent as it approached.

"I'm gone," Chen Guan said, his voice muffled by the lingering sound of the explosion.

"That was...?"

Long Ao still felt a sense of unreality. Just how many tricks did Chen Guan have up his sleeve?

He wanted to travel back to his time at the academy and kick Chen Guan to death back then, when Chen Guan was worried about him.

Who is he actually worried about?!

Chen Guan didn't explain. He simply waved his hand, and the black box returned to his hand without any damage.

Then, he grabbed Long Ao's arm, turned around and jumped off the container, hiding himself without any hesitation.

In the corner where they disappeared, a hundred meters away.

Baihu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the distant firelight.

He watched with great interest as the mushroom cloud slowly dissipated, then glanced in the direction where Chen Guan and Long Ao had left.

"A good piece of work, but the mess it's made of is not easy to clean up." He muttered to himself, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Several armored vehicles bearing the Great Wall logo have arrived at the blockade line, and heavily armed officials are evacuating unrelated personnel.

A man who appeared to be a patrol captain noticed the white tiger leisurely walking towards the blockade line. He immediately stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Restricted area, retreat!"

Baihu didn't stop, but casually took out an identity card from the inside pocket of his suit and waved it in front of the man.

The patrolman's expression changed instantly. He straightened up, gave a proper salute, and then stepped aside to make way for him.

Baihu retrieved his identity token and strolled leisurely into the devastated explosion epicenter, his back view as composed as if he were wandering through his own backyard.

He has many identities; he can be anyone.

……

Jiangcheng, Queen's Casino.

Inside the most luxurious suite on the top floor, the air was so oppressive it felt almost stagnant.

Before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, a gaunt figure sat on a throne-like sofa; he was the leader of the Embrace of Flesh and Blood, Blood Butcher.

In the air in front of him, a holographic projection was playing a scene of the dock.

The last image transmitted back by the drone was that mushroom cloud rising into the sky, after which the signal was lost and the screen turned into static.

Snapped.

The wine glass in Blood Butcher's hand, carved from a single piece of crystal, silently turned to dust and slipped through his withered fingers.

"Greedy Wolf...is dead."

His voice was filled with anger, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the expensive decorations in the room.

In the shadows of the suite, two figures knelt silently on the ground.

One of the most imposing figures, with bulging muscles, who looked like a small mountain even when kneeling, was Po Jun, one of the protectors under Blood Butcher.

The other was as thin as a bamboo pole, his entire body shrouded in a black robe, his aura barely perceptible; he was another protector, Qi Sha.

Both of them were seventh-tier powerhouses, the sharpest blades in Blood Butcher's hands.

"Master, Tanlang is being too reckless," Pojun said in a gruff voice. The two of them didn't get along well, so naturally he didn't have anything nice to say at this moment.

"He's not reckless, he's greedy." Blood Butcher's voice was devoid of emotion: "The power of that box exceeded my expectations. Who exactly is behind that kid? And why haven't we caught Lin Jiu yet?"

He had regained his composure, stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling night view of Jiangcheng.

"The ceremony can't wait any longer, I don't have much time left."

"I don't care what methods you use, bring that kid carrying the coffin back to me alive. As for Lin Jiu, just kill him."

His gaze pierced through the endless darkness, locking onto a single direction.

"We must get that box back!"

"Yes."

The voices of Po Jun and Qi Sha overlapped, and then their figures disappeared.

The terrifying pressure in the room slowly dissipated, and Blood Butcher looked out the window, his eyes burning with a mad flame.

He had been planning for a long time and was determined not to let his efforts fail at the last minute.

……

On the other side of the city, deep within the abandoned subway tracks.

Water droplets seeped down from the dome, making a dripping sound that echoed through the empty tunnel.

Long Ao leaned against the cold wall and looked at the coffin not far away. The coffin was leaning against a load-bearing pillar with its eyes closed, as if it were dozing.

"What exactly... what was that move?" Long Ao finally had time to ask clearly: "You detonated a seventh-tier being?"

Chen Guan did not open his eyes, nor did he answer.

His consciousness was focused on the system panel.

Name: Chen Guan

[Identity: First-year student at Huaqing College]

[Special Abilities: Life-based - Resilience, Mental-based - Illusionist, Mythological-based - Echo]

Special Skills: Military Combat (Blue), Heavy Weapon Mastery (Green), Scythe Specialization (Blue), Breath Concealment (Blue), Stargazing Meditation (Blue)

【property:】

【Strength: 20.7】

[Stamina: 12.5]

[Agility: 15]

【Intelligence: 10】

【Spirit: 35】

Popularity: 88450

With nearly 90,000 popularity points, and a concealment technique that automatically upgraded at some unknown time.

This was an enormous sum of money he had never seen since he transmigrated. A seventh-tier fireworks display yielded rewards far beyond his imagination. Some people die as lightly as a feather, while others die as heavily as Mount Tai.

Clearly, the death of Tanlang is very valuable.

Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "Shen...Tongzi, give me some points."

【Spirit: 40】

The price of points seems to have stopped inflating; it's still one point for every 10,000 popularity points.

Chen Guan fondly recalled the days when a thousand popularity points would add one point, and he didn't add any more points to the remaining 30,000.

He could clearly hear the sound of every drop of water falling in the tunnel, see the trails of dust floating in the air, and smell the rust in the pipes a hundred meters away.

The entire world was constructed in his mind into an incredibly detailed three-dimensional map.

It's just a pity that this map is in black and white.

This is the sense of control that comes with high mental attributes; there is a gap between each level.

He opened his eyes.

hum.

A slight tremor echoed in the silent tunnel.

Chen Guan took a cell phone out of his pocket.

The screen is lit up, showing a new message.

From an unknown number.

He opened the message.

The content is very simple, consisting of only one picture and one line of text.

The image quality is poor, and the angle is awkward, taken from a high place.

In the video, two figures are seen entering an inconspicuous abandoned subway entrance, one after the other.

That was exactly how he and Long Ao looked a few minutes ago.

Below the image is a line of cold text.

You have been locked down.