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Li Haotian pushed open the door, and the smell of rotten lilies in the living room made his forehead ache.

The dark figure stood beside the coffee table, its claws only centimeters away from Lin Mo's neck, its pupil-less purple eyes gleaming with an evil light.

Lin Mo stared straight ahead, looking like a puppet whose power had been cut off, muttering "braised pork" under his breath.

"Where did this roly-poly toy come from? It came in without even saying hello!"

Li Haotian was holding a plastic bag in his right hand, and suddenly reached up with his left hand and accurately grabbed the large porcelain bowl that was still steaming.

He stepped forward, flicked his wrist, and the bowl of braised pork, fresh from the pot and still coated in scalding oil, flew out.

"This pot of meat costs several tens of yuan, can you afford to accept that?"

With a whooshing sound, the braised pork, along with its broth, was spilled all over the faceless figure in the shadowy shadow.

The dark figure let out a piercing scream, a sound like rusty iron scraping against glass.

Golden-red flames leaped out from the gaps in the meat, burning dense sparks onto the dark figure's face along with the boiling oil.

"Sizzle—"

The shadowy figure's purple camouflage shrank instantly like heated plastic sheeting, revealing its true form covered in festering sores.

The dark figure rolled wildly on the ground, thick purple pus oozing from the scorched parts, and several large, smoking holes burned into the floor.

"That's for me!"

Lin Mo suddenly shuddered, his empty eyes instantly focusing as he stared intently at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground.

Li Haotian patted the grease off his hands and glanced at her sideways.

"You're awake now? You were bewitched just now. If it weren't for this bowl of braised pork, you'd probably be in someone's lab by now."

Lin Mo pouted, looking aggrieved, and squatted on the ground, staring at the pieces of fat that had fallen into the purple pus.

"What you're doing is wasting food. The teacher said we have to write a reflection tomorrow."

Li Haotian squatted down and shoved aside the pile of stinking pus, surprisingly finding a piece of braised pork that hadn't been contaminated with the poison.

He rubbed the dust off the skin with his fingertips and stuffed it directly into Lin Mo's mouth.

"Alright, who knows the hard work behind every grain of rice on your plate? Wash it and it's still edible."

Lin Mo puffed out his cheeks and chewed twice, a golden glint flashing in his eyes before his expression brightened.

"It's a bit bitter and has a burnt taste. I'll use less salt next time."

Just as Li Haotian was about to say something sarcastic to her, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door, which made the security door bang loudly.

"Open the door! Open the door! Li Dazhu, you come out here!"

The sharp voice of Aunt Wang from next door seeped in through the crack in the door, followed by several heavy footsteps.

Li Haotian sighed, casually wiped the last bit of meat soup on a rag, and turned to open the door.

Aunt Wang stood at the entrance with two uniformed property security guards, each wearing a red armband, looking on with an air of accusation.

"Li Dazhu, what are you doing at home in the middle of the night?"

Aunt Wang pointed into the house, her nose twitching incessantly, her brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"What was that noise just now? There was a scream, a strange smell, and a whimpering sound. Are you keeping a dog illegally in your home?"

Li Haotian leaned against the door frame, still clutching the bronze dagger stained with oil in his hand.

"Aunt Wang, it's a shame you don't use your imagination to write screenplays! Where did this dog come from?"

The young security guard from the property management company leaned forward, craned his neck to peek into the room, and immediately spotted the untreated pustules on the floor.

"Oh dear, what is this thing? It smells so strong. Mr. Li, you need to come to our office and explain this to us."

Aunt Wang put her hands on her hips and raised her voice eight octaves higher.

"I knew this kid was up to no good. He's always bringing a little girl in and out of the neighborhood. That girl howls like a she-wolf, it's disrupting the harmony of our community."

Lin Mo stood behind, staring at the back of Wang Dama's head, the purple flame on his fingertip beginning to flicker restlessly again.

Li Haotian pressed his hand back to block Lin Mo, a particularly amiable smile on his face.

"Auntie, look what this is?"

He pulled a small, jet-black notebook from his pocket; the dragon shield emblem on the cover gleamed with a dark gold light under the corridor lamps.

Aunt Wang paused for a moment, then took the notebook and squinted at it.

"Dragon Shield... Special Operations Level 1 Advisor? What kind of unit is that?"

The security guard next to him had sharp eyes and noticed the bright red stamp on the inner page of the notebook; his face turned pale instantly.

"Dragon...Dragon Shield? Aunt Wang, that's a classified agency, they handle big cases like murder and arson."

The security guard quickly took two steps back, stood ramrod straight, and cold sweat dripped down his temples.

Li Haotian took the notebook back and gently patted it in his palm.

"Ma'am, I'm handling a special case involving national security. What I just did was to apprehend an infiltrator."

He moved closer to Aunt Wang and lowered his voice.

"If you think that's a dog barking, I have no objection, but when we take your statement, we might have to ask you to spend a few days in jail."

Grandma Wang's old face instantly turned as white as if she had applied powder, and her lips trembled for a long time before she managed to squeeze out a dry, lifeless smile.

"Oh dear, Dazhu... no, no, Commander Li, look at my old eyes, they're getting blurry, and my hearing really isn't working well lately."

She quickly patted her chest and turned to give Lin Mo a thumbs up.

"I misspoke earlier. That girl's voice wasn't a dog barking; it was heavenly music, as beautiful as singing."

She grabbed the two security guards and ran towards the elevator as if her feet were greased.

"You're busy, you're busy, but national affairs are important, so we won't bother you any longer."

As soon as the elevator doors closed, the corridor fell silent.

"Li Dazhu, your identity is quite useful. I want one next time."

Lin Mo leaned closer and stared at the notebook in his hand.

"When you stop treating braised pork like it's your life, I'll apply for a security guard certificate for you."

Li Haotian closed the door, and suddenly Su Wan's anxious typing voice came through the earpiece.

"Brother Dazhu, watch your feet! That purple footprint isn't an ordinary mark; it's a tracking spell, like a signal transmitter."

Li Haotian looked down and saw a semi-transparent purple footprint on the toe of his leather shoe crawling up his trouser leg.

The footprints seemed to have a life of their own; with every centimeter they crawled, the smell of rotting lilies in the air grew stronger.

"Trying to pull this on me? I think he's got a death wish."

Li Haotian sneered, then suddenly raised his right foot, which was enveloped in a rich golden-red energy.

He stomped heavily on the footprint on the floor that hadn't yet faded.

"boom!"

The entire villa seemed to tremble, and the energy beneath the floor tiles surged back wildly along with the purple aura.

The top floor of a high-end office building three kilometers away.

The man wearing a monocle was staring at the red signal dot on the screen, a slight smile just appearing on his lips.

"Snap!"

The screen shattered without warning, and a thin beam of golden-red light shot directly onto his face from the circuit board.

"ah--!"

The man let out a scream, clutching his bleeding eyeball as he collapsed to the ground, and black smoke billowed from all the surveillance equipment in the room.

Li Haotian withdrew his foot, looked at the wisp of purple energy that had turned blackish-gray under his feet, and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"That's what you call watching enough, seeing if he'll learn his lesson next time."

Lin Mo stretched and pointed out the window.

"The smell from over there hasn't dissipated yet; there's still a very bitter taste."

Li Haotian frowned, pushed open the glass door of the balcony, and went out.

In the small courtyard of Jinghaiting, the streetlights were dim, and the shadows of the surrounding trees swayed erratically.

He spotted a small, dark figure in the corner of the wall next to the flower bed.

That's a calico stray cat that's been coming over for meals a lot these past few days; it's usually a pretty lively little guy.

It was lying on the lawn, its belly stiff, and its mouth covered in purplish-red foam.

The smell of rotting lilies was coming from this dead cat.

Li Haotian squatted down and gently touched the cat's fur with his fingers, feeling a chilling coldness emanating from his fingertips.

"These beasts, they won't even spare a cat."

In his pupils, the golden light surged violently like boiling water.

The temperature in the courtyard instantly rose several degrees, and the purple mist that was still swaying on the grass seemed to have met its nemesis, dissipating one after another.

Lin Mo followed him out, and looking at the cat corpse on the ground, the languid look in his eyes completely disappeared.

"It shouldn't have died; it hadn't even had a taste of braised pork yet."

Li Haotian stood up, the bronze dagger in his hand emitting a faint hum, as if thirsting for blood.

"Those remaining brats of the Han family seem to think they've lived too long."

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and the flame illuminated his cold, hard face.

"Su Wan, find out Han Ruobing's exact coordinates. Also, find out which pharmaceutical factories in Donghai City are still operating."

Su Wan's voice turned serious.

"Received. Brother Dazhu, are you going to do it yourself? Chen Dong just sent a message saying that several foreign mercenary groups have entered the East China Sea."

Li Haotian gently flicked the ash from his cigarette at the dead cat.

"Mercenary group? Let them collect their bounty in hell."

He turned around, looking in a certain direction in the darkness, the veins on his hands throbbing with anger.

"Lin Mo, stay home and lock the door."

Lin Mo shook his head and jumped directly to his side.

"I want to go too. I hate that bitter taste."

Just then, a muffled engine sound suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard gate.

A jet-black motorcycle was parked under a streetlamp. The rider was completely wrapped in a tight-fitting suit, and an eerie red light shone from under his helmet.

The knight raised his hand, palm facing Li Haotian, and a crossbow bolt glowing with purple light was already aimed at his heart.

"Commander Li, Mr. Han sends his regards."

The man's voice was hoarse, as if he had sand in his mouth.

Li Haotian didn't even turn his head. He flicked his right hand behind him, and the stainless steel basin in his hand spun and flew away.

"clang!"

The crossbow bolt struck the basin, sending sparks flying, and the force of the bolt pulled the knight off the carriage.

Li Haotian turned around and slowly walked forward.

"Since you are so polite, I will personally deliver the thank-you gift to his grave."

Reserved hook:

Li Haotian dragged the seriously injured knight into the house, but Lin Mo suddenly screamed and pointed at the empty motorcycle. Countless purple moths were pouring out from under the seat and frantically flying towards the load-bearing wall of the villa.