He feigned madness for eighteen years, all for the power of a god.

Night fell like a giant black cloth, enveloping the entire city.

The Jinmao Tower, a building that is usually brightly lit and symbolizes the prosperity and extravagance of the wealthy neighborhood.

At this moment, it resembles a sleeping giant, quietly lurking in the darkness, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Eight o'clock the next evening.

Following the instructions, Bai Ye arrived at the foot of the building.

He maintained Zhao He's gloomy and pale face.

This was his disguise for operating in the underworld; it was convenient and saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He walked into the overly spacious lobby on the first floor of the building and immediately felt several unfriendly gazes fall on him.

Six people had already gathered in the hall, and they all appeared to be extraordinary individuals who had accepted the same commission.

They stood in twos and threes, clearly separated, and obviously not very familiar with each other.

The appearance of Bai Ye was like a stone thrown into a calm pond, breaking the original atmosphere.

"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this our famous Dr. Zhao?"

A voice rang out, its tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

The speaker was a muscular man, nearly two meters tall.

He wore a tight black tank top, revealing his bulging, mound-like muscles.

He had his nose in the air, his chin held high, and he looked at people as if they were ants at his feet.

I've seen this person in the club's files before.

His name is Wang Meng, a typical physical enhancement type extraordinary individual. He has a small reputation in the circle, known for his bad temper and simple mind.

Wang Meng looked Bai Ye up and down, his disdain deepening.

He turned to a rather calm-looking man beside him and said:

"Chen Mo, do you think this club is short-staffed? Why did they send a quack doctor who only knows how to treat colds and fevers? What's he here for? To treat the weirdo and prescribe medicine?"

His voice was loud enough that everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.

The man called Chen Mo merely glanced at Bai Ye indifferently without saying a word.

He was well-proportioned and dressed in a practical outfit that allowed for easy movement.

He carried two long swords wrapped in black cloth crossed on his back, his expression cold and indifferent to everything around him.

But that scrutinizing gaze still betrayed his inner thoughts—doubt.

On the other side of the hall, there was a girl with a high red ponytail.

She blinked her clear, big eyes curiously and looked at Bai Ye.

She looked quite young, with a slightly chubby face, giving her an innocent and naive appearance.

"Is he the legendary Dr. Zhao He?" the girl asked her companion in a low voice, her voice full of curiosity but without malice.

She is Suzuka, a perceptive extraordinary being.

Besides the three of them, the other two extraordinary individuals also cast unfriendly glances their way.

They looked very ordinary, the kind of people you'd easily lose in a crowd.

But the extraordinary aura emanating from them proved their identities.

Clearly, the "infamous" name of "quack doctor Zhao He" is well-known in this circle.

Most people regarded him as an easy target who made a living by cheating and swindling.

A good-for-nothing who only entered the extraordinary realm by sheer luck.

Bai Ye seemed oblivious to these stares, finding a corner to stand silently by himself.

He's not in the mood to waste his breath on these unimportant people.

His mind was racing, thinking about something else.

Bomber.

This mission had an odd feel to it from the very beginning.

Feng Tao and his gang went to great lengths to set a trap for themselves, clearly indicating that this "bomb monster" was no pushover.

A "calamity" undergoing a promotion ceremony represents extreme danger in itself.

And he himself also needed to complete his own promotion mission—to kill an Extraordinary who was carrying out a promotion mission.

This was practically a death match arranged by fate.

"If I were that bomber, what would I do?"

Bai Ye silently calculated in his heart.

"The promotion mission requires killing someone, and it's a spectacular fireworks display... So, I'll definitely choose a closed, complex, and chaotic place as the stage."

"This Golden Trade Center is simply the perfect hunting ground."

"He certainly won't rush into action at first. After all, it concerns his promotion, and he can't afford to make any mistakes."

"If I were him, I would definitely hide in the shadows first and observe the strength, abilities, and habits of these 'prey'."

"Wait until we let our guard down, or when conflicts arise between us, then detonate the first 'firework' to create panic and chaos."

Bai Ye's gaze swept over every corner of the building without making a sound, silently memorizing its layout and structure.

This is a typical hollow courtyard-style building.

Looking up from the lobby on the first floor, you can see the huge glass dome on the twelfth floor.

Each floor has a circular corridor, and the rooms are located on the outside of the corridor.

This structure offers a wide field of vision, but it also means that as long as you occupy the high ground, you can see everything below.

Just then, the revolving door in the lobby was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

He looked refined and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He had a kind smile on his face, like a professor who was popular with students at a university.

"Everyone, everyone, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

As soon as he entered, he bowed and scraped to everyone with an apologetic expression.

"I am the person making this request; my surname is Zhang. Thank you all very much for taking the time out of your busy schedules to accept my request."

As he spoke, he took something that looked like a POS machine out of his pocket.

"I know everyone's time is valuable, so let's keep it short."

"According to club rules, I have already paid the payment in advance."

He made a few moves, and almost simultaneously, everyone present except Bai Ye received a notification sound from their phones indicating that the money had been credited to their accounts.

"Two hundred thousand! That's so straightforward?" Wang Meng's eyes lit up when he glanced at the text message on his phone.

The others also showed expressions of satisfaction.

Such a straightforward client is rare.

Mr. Zhang, the client, explained with a smile:

"I have faith in your abilities."

"Something...unclean has appeared in the building. Several of my security personnel have gone missing."

"I hope everyone can clean them up as soon as possible so that the building can resume normal operations."

"After all, every extra day of closure results in huge losses for me."

After receiving the money, everyone's morale noticeably increased.

Wang Meng patted his chest and confidently declared:

"Don't worry, Boss Zhang! This mere Level One monster is nothing; I can crush it with one hand! I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly!"

Bai Ye remained silent throughout, simply staring coldly at the person who had made the request.

For some reason, he always felt that this guy surnamed Zhang's smile was a bit fake.

Especially when he finished speaking his last sentence.

"I sincerely hope that each of you will come out alive."