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Li Haotian held the purple paper crane between two fingers, a golden-red spark emanating from his fingertips.

The paper crane writhed violently in the flames, emitting extremely faint screams as if it were alive.

"Brother Dazhu, that cold energy signal has disappeared."

Su Wan's voice came through the headset, accompanied by the rapid clicking of keyboard keys.

Li Haotian brushed the black ash off his hands and looked at the white frost that hadn't yet melted on the guard booth's surface.

"These people are quite interesting; they're trying to save me money on air conditioning in the middle of summer."

He sat back down on the stool, opened the tattered registration form, and crossed out the last page.

The award ceremony at the hotel had ended, and Chen Dong, carrying the heavy box of medals, sidled over with a bitter expression.

"Brother Dazhu, you're a truly meticulous security guard. That young lady from the Zhao family will probably have nightmares for half a month when she gets back."

Chen Dong handed the box to Li Haotian.

"The special envoy has left, you should keep this, it's too hot for me to handle."

Li Haotian didn't even lift his eyelids before reaching out and pushing the box away.

"Whoever receives it gets to keep it. Am I, a gatekeeper, supposed to use my Special Merit Medal as a coaster?"

He pointed to the red carpet being removed from the hotel entrance.

"I've finished the work here, I have to go back to school for my shift. Lin Mo should be home by now."

Chen Dong sighed and stuffed the box into his pocket.

"Academician Wang said that Ms. Lin's current physical data is very stable, except that her appetite has increased slightly."

Li Haotian stood up and patted the dirt off his trousers.

"That's just a little bit? That's practically eating my entire salary!"

He hopped on the creaking shared bicycle and slowly made his way to the entrance of Tunghai University.

The south gate of Tunghai University is incredibly lively right now.

Three Lamborghinis painted gold and pink were parked across the middle of the road, with a huge banner hanging from their roofs.

"Lin Mo, will you be my girlfriend?"

The gold powder on the banner dazzled in the sunlight, and students passing by blocked the road.

In the middle stood a young man in a white suit, holding a bunch of roses that probably numbered nine hundred and ninety-nine.

"Lin Mo, as long as you nod, you can choose any color of those three sports cars over there."

The man in the white suit shouted at the top of his lungs, followed by several shady-looking henchmen who were using screwdrivers to pry open the roadside barriers.

Li Haotian stopped his shared bicycle and looked at the blocked entrance, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He pulled a large bamboo broom from the gatehouse at the school entrance.

"Hey you, move your scrap metal back a bit, it's blocking the garbage truck from getting in."

Li Haotian carried the broom and walked over step by step, his rubber-soled slippers making a screeching sound as they rubbed against the asphalt.

The man in the white suit turned around, glanced at Li Haotian with disdain, and then looked at his faded security guard uniform.

"Where did this stinky security guard come from? Get lost! Can't you see I'm doing serious business?"

The henchmen rushed over and reached out to push Li Haotian's shoulder.

"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me? Get back to cleaning your toilet."

With a flick of his wrist, Li Haotian sent the enormous bamboo broom sweeping over the target like a giant fan.

"Snapped!"

Before the underling could react, he was whipped around three times in mid-air by the broom and plunged headfirst into the holly bushes beside him.

Li Haotian took a step forward, the tip of his broom touching the hood of the Lamborghini at the front.

"This banner is in such poor condition, it's an eyesore, I'll remove it for you."

He didn't seem to use much force; the broom drew a semi-circle in mid-air.

"Splash!"

The thickened banner, several tens of meters long, split in the middle as if it were made of paper.

The immense inertia carried the rose from the white-suited man's hand directly to his own face.

"You...you dare to damage my car? Do you know how much it costs to repaint it?"

The man in the white suit yelled himself hoarse as he looked at the deep scratches on the hood caused by the broom.

Li Haotian ignored them completely, swept his broom horizontally, and got it stuck directly under the chassis of the three supercars.

With a sudden exertion of his single hand, the muscles in his arm twitched, and veins bulged across the back of his hand like small snakes.

"Get out of the way."

Three supercars, weighing several tons in total, were swept away by this broken broom like garbage in full view of everyone.

The wheels left plumes of white smoke as they scraped against the ground, eventually squeezing neatly together outside the median strip behind the curb.

The man in the white suit and his henchmen were dumbfounded, their mouths agape for a long time.

"The security guard assaulted someone! Is there no law anymore?!"

A rich second-generation guy who looked like a stick jumped out and started cursing at Li Haotian.

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd of students, and many pulled out their phones to record videos.

At that moment, a figure walked out of the teaching building of Donghai University.

Lin Mo, carrying a thick volume of historical records and wearing a loose-fitting hoodie specially made by Dragon Shield, was slowly making his way towards the school gate.

When she saw Li Haotian, a glimmer of light appeared on her face, which had been expressionless.

"I'm hungry, braised pork."

Lin Mo walked over, not even glancing at the few rich kids next to him, and stood directly behind Li Haotian.

Upon seeing Lin Mo, the man in the white suit quickly wiped the flower petals from his face and put on what he thought was a deeply affectionate smile.

"Lin Mo, ignore this rude security guard. I've already made a reservation at the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion."

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a rusty broom handle was placed across his chest.

"She said she wanted to eat braised pork. Is your Imperial Kitchen as good as mine?"

Li Haotian spoke calmly, the broom handle in his hand like an iron pillar that had taken root, no matter how hard the man in the white suit tried to squeeze him, he couldn't budge him.

Just then, a burly man walked out of the martial arts school diagonally opposite the school gate.

The man was wearing a black mandarin jacket with a red belt around his waist, and he walked with a swift, powerful gait.

"Young people these days have absolutely no sense of morality; they actually bullied a rich kid in public."

The burly man snorted coldly, reached out and pushed through the crowd, his steps firm and steady.

"I am Ma Baoguo, the headmaster of Zhentian Martial Arts School. This security guard brother, you have practiced your strength well, but unfortunately you've chosen the wrong path."

Master Ma walked up to Li Haotian, put his hands behind his back, and struck a pose like a grandmaster.

Li Haotian switched the broom to his other hand and tilted his head to look at him.

"Talking about martial ethics? Fine, then tell me, what about this banner blocking the way?"

Director Ma's eyelids twitched, but his tone remained aloof.

"That's youthful romance. What do you, a gatekeeper, know? Today I'm going to teach you what it means to respect the hierarchy."

After saying that, Director Ma twisted his waist and his right palm, carrying a gust of wind, struck Li Haotian's shoulder directly.

Li Haotian neither dodged nor retreated; he simply thrust the broom handle forward.

His movements were as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi in a park.

"puff."

The broom handle pressed precisely against Director Ma's throat.

If it were just half a step forward, the rough bamboo handle could have pierced his throat directly.

Director Ma's hand hovered in mid-air, less than three centimeters from Li Haotian's shoulder, but it could not fall down.

Li Haotian's grip was very steady, without the slightest wobbling.

A layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on Curator Ma's forehead.

He could feel that if he dared to move even slightly, the man opposite him could kill him like popping a balloon.

"Master Ma, how was your explanation of martial ethics? Was it professional enough?"

Li Haotian looked at him, a flash of golden light in his eyes.

Director Ma's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and a dry, gurgling sound came from his throat.

Three seconds.

In just three seconds, the clothes of this martial arts master, who was somewhat famous in Donghai City, were soaked with cold sweat.

"Misunderstanding... I was just passing by. I saw the sun was shining brightly here, so I came to see what was going on."

Director Ma gave an awkward laugh and stiffly backed away.

Li Haotian slung the broom over his shoulder and waved at him.

"If you're just here to watch the show, then move aside and don't obstruct the garbage cleanup."

As if granted a pardon, Director Ma turned and ran, three times faster than when he had come over.

The man in the white suit and several rich kids looked at each other, not daring to utter any harsh words, and climbed into the beat-up car behind the median strip, awkwardly starting the engine.

A cheer erupted from the students watching, and many girls stared at Li Haotian's back with shining eyes.

Li Haotian threw the broom back into the guardhouse and waved to Lin Mo.

"Alright, stop pretending to be a gifted student here, go home and cook."

Lin Mo naturally jumped onto the back seat of the shared bicycle, grabbing Li Haotian's clothes with both hands.

"Braised pork belly, the fatty kind."

The bicycle slowly disappeared into the distance under the shadow of the streetlights, the sound of the chain rattling with a sense of tranquility.

At the top of the tallest research building at Tunghai University, several sophisticated observation devices are slowly rotating their lenses.

A man wearing a black communicator stared at the red dot on the screen.

"We captured a fleeting energy peak, though it was very faint, but it's basically certain that it was him."

On the screen, Li Haotian's silhouette riding a bicycle is surrounded by various complex curves.

"The first phase of Project 'The Reaper' is complete, and the vessel is approaching its target."

The man's voice was flat, and he tapped the screen with his long, slender fingers.

A few drops of dark purple liquid were slowly sliding down the paint from between the gaps in the three wrecked sports cars.

As the liquid touched the ground, it emitted wisps of eerie purple smoke, which transformed into a tiny paper crane.

Li Haotian was riding his bike when he was discussing with Lin Mo whether or not to peel the potatoes.

He suddenly stopped the car, put his feet on the ground, and looked up at the distant sky.

The last rays of the setting sun were obscured by a thick layer of clouds, the edges of which had an unnatural pale purple hue.

Li Haotian sneered and pulled a shriveled cigarette out of his pocket.

He exhaled a smoke ring in that direction, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"These flies, they can't even wait the time it takes to eat a meal."

Lin Mo peeked out from behind and twitched his nose.

"The taste has changed; it's a bit bitter."

Li Haotian patted her head and started pedaling again.

"It's bitter, but I'll add two more spoonfuls of sugar later."

On the other side of the street, several shadows were seen emerging from the drain towards the villa area, moving against the flow of water.

The neon lights of Donghai City lit up one after another.

That familiar scent of decaying lilies, carried once again by the sea breeze, filled the air.

At the entrance of Li Haotian's house, the large iron pot filled with braised pork was already steaming.

There was a purple footprint on the threshold, and I don't know when it appeared.

Li Haotian pushed open the door, looked at the semi-transparent phantom in the center of the living room, and curled his lips.

"You'll never learn the basic courtesy of knocking, will you?"

The dark figure slowly turned around.

Those purple eyes had no pupils.

Pre-set hook: Li Haotian put down the braised pork he was carrying and noticed that purple footprints on the floor were climbing up his leather shoes. Behind him, Lin Mo's eyes suddenly became vacant as he stared motionlessly at the back of Li Haotian's head.