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The manor gates, illuminated by glaring spotlights, exuded a cold and unapproachable aura.

Li Haotian tugged at the dark gray suit he had just pulled off a street stall.

The clothes were so tight under the armpits that it felt like the fabric was groaning under the strain when I raised my arm.

The trousers were also shorter, revealing a section of black socks stained with mud.

He just stood there next to the red carpet, like a telephone pole that had been placed in the wrong place.

The group of bodyguards around him were all dressed in black tailored suits, with walkie-talkies hanging on their ears, their eyes darting sideways at him.

Several young men dressed in flashy clothes were getting out of the Ferrari.

They had their arms around the slender socialites, pointing at Li Haotian and laughing until tears were almost streaming down their faces.

"Hey, where did this bumpkin come from? Since when did the Han family's gatekeepers start letting beggars in?"

The man at the front, with hair gel smeared on his hair, patted the hood of the sports car, grinning widely.

"This kind of scum dares to apply for a guard job? I bet he's here to fix the manor's sewers!"

Li Haotian completely ignored the group, lowered his head, took out a nearly crumpled cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

He didn't get angry, he just kept staring at the car, his eyes wandering over the chassis of those luxury cars.

Suddenly, a dull metallic clang came from the front of the convoy.

It was a shiny black Rolls-Royce Phantom, which was currently lying in the middle of the road, with a few wisps of eerie blue smoke coming out of the engine compartment.

Several top technicians in white coats jumped out of the support vehicle behind, carrying tablets in their hands, their foreheads covered in sweat from their anxiety.

"Miss, the computer module is locked. We've never seen this error message before."

The lead technician held the tablet horizontally in front of the car window, his voice trembling as if he were having a seizure.

The car door opened, and a foot wearing a red high heel landed on the ground.

Han Ruobing, the eldest daughter of the Han family, stepped out of the car with a sullen face. Her face was so beautiful that it looked like it was sculpted from ice, exuding a chilling aura that could freeze people.

"If you can't fix it in three minutes, get out of here and go sweep the streets."

Han Ruobing looked down at her watch, her voice soft, yet it nearly made the technicians kneel down.

The group of men were hunched over the hood, connecting wires and restarting the engine, getting their hands covered in oil, but the car remained motionless, as if it were dead.

The young masters who had been watching the commotion fell silent, none of them daring to provoke Han Ruobing.

Li Haotian spat out the filter in his mouth and slowly walked over in his cloth shoes.

He circled the Rolls-Royce halfway around, finally stopping at the left front wheel and gently kicking the tire with his toe.

"Hey, what's this guy doing? Trying to do some violent car repairs like in the movies?"

The hairspray guy who had just mocked Li Haotian started yelling again, his tone full of schadenfreude.

Li Haotian ignored him, squatted down, and under everyone's gaze, pulled out a scorched yellow leaf from the pile of dead leaves on the ground.

He held the leaf between two fingers and walked to the front of the Phantom's air intake.

The technicians stared at him like he was crazy, and the leader even tried to push him.

"Get out of the way, don't cause trouble here. This car is worth more than your life!"

Li Haotian slightly lowered his elbow, and the technician felt as if he had bumped into an iron wall, staggering back several steps.

He didn't say anything, but casually flicked his wrist, and the withered leaf flew into the gap of the air intake like a flying knife.

After finishing this action, Li Haotian patted the dirt off his hands, turned around, and left.

The onlookers were stunned for three seconds, then burst into a deafening roar of laughter.

"Fix it with a leaf? This kid's got his brain squeezed in a door!"

Han Ruobing frowned deeply, about to call security to throw the troublemaker out.

"boom--"

The previously lifeless V12 engine suddenly roared out a melodious sound.

The voice was deep and powerful, like a sleeping giant being slapped hard and instantly awakened.

All the electronic device screens lit up instantly, and the air conditioner vents blew out cool, refreshing air.

The technicians, who had been sweating profusely just moments before, froze on the spot, their tablets falling to the ground with a thud.

"Okay...okay? How is this possible!"

A sliver of coldness cracked in Han Ruobing's eyes as she abruptly turned her head, staring at Li Haotian's retreating figure.

Li Haotian didn't turn around; he was bending down to pick up the rotten cigarette butt that had just fallen on the ground.

"stop."

Han Ruobing pushed aside several men with hair gel and quickly walked up to Li Haotian.

Li Haotian straightened up and squinted at the high-and-mighty young lady.

"Which team are you a technician from? Or are you here to apply for a job?"

Han Ruobing scrutinized Li Haotian's wrinkled suit, a hint of inquiry hidden deep in her eyes.

"Just passing by, looking for a job."

Li Haotian's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't sound like one of those obsequious bodyguards at all.

"What happened to that leaf you were looking at just now?"

Han Ruobing pointed to the still-vibrating hood.

"There's some dirty stuff stuck inside with the wrong frequency. Just nudge it with a leaf. It's no use knowing the answer."

Li Haotian had his hands in his pockets, acting as if he didn't care.

The faces of the children of high-ranking officials standing nearby turned green; they felt extremely uncomfortable at being overshadowed by this bumpkin.

"Kid, stop playing tricks. Do you even know who the young lady is?"

A young man in a white suit walked over and was about to put his hand on Li Haotian's shoulder.

Li Haotian glanced back, and the young man felt his legs go weak, his hand hanging in mid-air, unable to fall.

"What's your name?"

Han Ruobing suddenly interrupted the group's shouting.

"Li Dazhu".

Li Haotian gave out that incredibly corny pseudonym.

Han Ruobing's lips twitched, as if she was trying to suppress a laugh, but her tone remained serious.

"These useless guys can't even fix a car. I don't need this kind of trash around me."

She pointed to the technicians who were still in a daze, then turned to Li Haotian and said.

"From now on, you will be my personal bodyguard, Han Ruobing."

"50,000 a day, come in with me."

A series of gasps rose and fell around them, and the young masters were so angry that they cracked the wine glasses in their hands.

Li Haotian scratched the back of his head, revealing an expression that was so simple and honest it was almost idiotic.

"Fifty thousand? Deal, but I can't leave you without food."

Han Ruobing ignored him and turned to get into the revitalized Phantom.

Amidst countless envious gazes, Li Haotian swaggered into the manor.

The Han family's manor was ridiculously large, with expensive oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridors.

Li Haotian followed behind Han Ruobing, but his eyes were scanning the blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

"Go to my study and sign the contract first."

Han Ruobing didn't turn her head, her slender high heels making a crisp sound on the wooden floor.

The study door was heavy, and when it was pushed open, a faint scent of ink wafted out.

Han Ruobing walked towards the writing desk, but Li Haotian's gaze was drawn to a photo frame on the side wall.

It was a black and white group photo, the edges of which were already yellowed.

In the photo, a dignified middle-aged man is smiling and holding another person's hand.

The person whose hand was being held was wearing a gray robe, and his eyes were as empty as two deep wells.

Li Haotian's pupils constricted for a moment, and his fingertips felt cold.

That gray-robed man was clearly the "gatekeeper" who had died at the bottom of the inverted pyramid.

The background in this photo is the main gate of the Han family mansion.

Han Ruobing turned around and saw Li Haotian staring blankly at the photo, his brows furrowing again.

"That's a photo of my father from thirty years ago, don't look at it like that."

She slammed a contract on the table and tossed an expensive pen at it.

Li Haotian didn't move. His heart was pounding, and the power in his blood began to stir restlessly.

The water in the Han family's house was even blacker than he had imagined.

Just as he picked up the pen to sign, Su Wan's extremely soft voice came through the earpiece.

The sound, due to signal interference, sounded like an electric current rubbing against the ear.

"Boss... watch out... I've intercepted the basement's frequency band."

"Fifty meters directly below the Han family mansion... there is a high frequency of activity from mirrored creatures."

Li Haotian's hand trembled slightly, and the nib of his pen drew a long ink mark on the paper.

Su Wan's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and terror.

"That frequency... is exactly the same as the one Lin Mo left behind..."

Li Haotian suddenly looked up and stared intently at Han Ruobing.

Han Ruobing was looking down at the documents, her profile looking fair and harmless.

But Li Haotian knew that beneath this facade might lie the world's deepest malice.

The thunder outside the window was muffled in the clouds, and the lights in the study suddenly flickered.

Li Haotian capped the pen and looked down at the floor.

That familiar yet heartbreaking frequency was creeping up through the cracks in the soles of his feet.

He touched the dagger at his lower back, the metallic feel bringing back a bit of his cold, hard rationality.

The Han family is not only the richest family, but the Han family itself is a huge prison.

And he had just voluntarily walked into this cell.

"Why won't you sign? Think the pay is too low?"

Han Ruobing noticed Li Haotian's unusual behavior, and a hint of suspicion appeared in her eyes.

Li Haotian forced an ugly smile and, looking down, scrawled the three characters "Li Dazhu" on the contract.

"No, I've never seen so much money in my life, I'm shocked."

He handed the pen back to Han Ruobing, but his gaze never left the group photo on the wall.

Han Ruobing put away the contract and pointed to the small cubicle next door.

"You'll stay here tonight. Don't step out of this floor without my permission."

She closed the door, leaving Li Haotian alone in the study.

Li Haotian squatted down, avoiding the angle of the surveillance camera, and gently tapped the ground.

The ground was solid, but his intuition told him that there was a living, weeping soul beneath it.

He gritted his teeth in the darkness and whispered a reply into his headset.

"Su Wan, investigate the cause of Han Ruobing's father's death."

"Also, keep an eye on that underground frequency. If it disappears, tell me immediately."

The rain outside was pouring down harder, and the wind howled like a wild beast through the cracks in the windows.

Li Haotian leaned against the corner of the wall, closed his eyes, his mind filled with the purple afterimage he had sensed when the withered leaf entered the air intake.

This house is built on a mirror crack.

The Han family isn't hiring bodyguards; they're probably hiring a bunch of fodder to fill the hole.

He clenched his fist in the darkness, letting his nails dig into his palms; the pain kept him awake.

Lin Mo, if you're really down there, wait for me.

He silently recited a phrase in his mind, and then seemed to enter some kind of strange meditative state, his breathing becoming so slow that it was almost inaudible.

From the next room came the sound of Han Ruobing walking around and making a phone call in a low voice.

"The prey has entered the area. Tell the lab to prepare for the first extraction tomorrow morning."

Li Haotian's eyelids twitched, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He had never seen such a request in his entire life.

He pulled out the tattered cigarette butt again, put it in his mouth, and quietly waited for dawn.

The frequency grew stronger and stronger, as if it were scratching his bones.

This night, many people are destined to be awakened from their sweet dreams.

He stared at the floor, as if he could see through the layers of cement to the shadow huddled in the darkness below.

His bloodline resonated once again with a boiling passion.

This time, he will not let anyone turn into light and disappear before his eyes.

Unless, of course, the manor is reduced to ashes first.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, and deep within his pupils, a dazzling golden flame had begun to quietly lick the edges of his pupils.