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Li Haotian walked barefoot on the cold marble floor.

He had just finished showering; his hair was still dripping wet, and he was only wearing a loose bathrobe.

He opened the double-door refrigerator in the living room, ignoring the imported fresh produce and organic vegetables crammed inside, and went straight to the freezer compartment to pull out a family-sized box of Häagen-Dazs.

Vanilla flavored.

He didn't even take a bowl; he just held the huge ice cream tub and used a silver spoon to feed it to his mouth, spoonful by spoonful.

The cool, sweet taste melts on your taste buds.

This is the scene that Su Wan saw when she walked over.

She held a thin folder in her hand, her face full of worry, a stark contrast to Li Haotian, who looked like he had just returned from a vacation in Hawaii.

"Haotian".

Su Wan's voice was very low, tinged with nervousness.

"Um?"

Li Haotian didn't even look up, scooped up another large spoonful of ice cream, and mumbled a reply.

"Intelligence leaked from within D.H.I.E.L.D."

Su Wan placed the folder on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Li Haotian.

"After the incident at the dock last night, they did indeed detain that B-rank Awakened being called 'Chariot'."

"But at 3 a.m. this morning, they mysteriously disappeared from their special detention cell."

Li Haotian didn't stop scooping ice cream; he even drew a circle in the bucket with the spoon with great interest.

"Oh?"

"Dragon Shield's prisons are as flimsy as paper."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were commenting on today's weather.

Liu Hu, the bodyguard next to him, was wiping an antique vase with a rag when he heard this. His hand trembled and he almost dropped the vase.

Boss, that's D.H.I.E.L.D.

The nation's top-tier special institution.

How come in your mouth it's just like the security booth at the entrance of the community?

Su Wan was clearly used to Li Haotian's style. She took a deep breath and opened the folder.

That's not the point.

She flipped the folder to the last page and pushed it in front of Li Haotian.

"The key point is that the people who rescued him left this mark on the wall of the detention cell."

The last page contains a high-resolution photograph.

The background of the photo is a pale, cold metal wall, on which a dark red emblem that looks like it was drawn with blood stands out starkly.

It was a vulture with outstretched wings and a venomous snake flicking its tongue, the two strangely intertwined, forming a twisted and murderous pattern.

"Clatter".

The silver ice cream spoon in Li Haotian's hand froze in mid-air.

He finally raised his head, his gaze falling on the emblem.

He stared at the pattern for a few seconds, then, as if remembering something funny, chuckled.

He threw the spoon back into the ice cream tub and picked up a tissue to wipe his hands.

"Purgatory".

He uttered two words, then picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV.

A boring variety show is playing on TV, where several celebrities are playing "Pictionary" and laughing so hard they're doubled over.

"What?"

Su Wan was stunned for a moment, not hearing clearly.

"I said, this emblem is 'Purgatory'."

Li Haotian changed the channel to a financial channel, where several experts were sitting upright, analyzing the stock market.

"An internationally renowned... well, let's say, cleaning company."

"They specialize in all sorts of shady, dirty work. Their business scope is very broad, ranging from assassinations and kidnappings to overthrowing regimes in small countries. As long as you pay, they'll take anything."

Li Haotian spoke casually, as if he were introducing a housekeeping company.

"How could they...?"

Su Wan's face turned even paler.

The Vulture Mercenary Group was already terrifying enough for her, but now another group with an even broader scope of business, "Purgatory," has emerged, sounding even more terrifying.

"The Vulture Mercenary Group from before was one of the peripheral organizations of 'Purgatory'."

Li Haotian leaned back on the sofa, lazily changing channels.

"The vultures are in charge of taking orders, and the purgatory is in charge of covering the losses."

"It seems that Vulture botched this deal, and Purgatory, like a mother, has to personally clean up her son's mess."

He found a channel playing old movies; in black and white, a cowboy was fighting someone.

"Oh, you're even taking on criminal kidnapping jobs now?"

Li Haotian watched the television and let out a mocking laugh.

"Is Purgatory starting to do charity now?"

Looking at his nonchalant attitude, Su Wan felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

That's "purgatory"!

A terrorist organization capable of bailing people out of Dragon Shield's special detention cells!

"Haotian, they rescued the 'Chariot,' their target is definitely you!"

Su Wan's voice was trembling.

"That 'chariot' possesses the B-level 'Iron Body' talent; he definitely knows about your activities at the docks!"

"So what?"

Li Haotian picked up a grape from the table and popped it into his mouth.

"What good would it do to save a piece of trash who can't even beat me? Use him as a mascot?"

"Or are they trying to find out from that simpleton that my superpower is riding shared bikes?"

"puff."

Liu Hu, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but almost burst out laughing, but quickly covered it up with a cough.

Su Wan was speechless, choked by Li Haotian's words.

She found that her thinking could never keep up with this man's pace.

In her view, this was a crisis as if the sky were falling.

In Li Haotian's view, it seemed like a farce he had seen while randomly changing channels on a boring afternoon.

Li Haotian chewed on a grape and casually pulled out his old Nokia phone.

He clicked on a webpage, which was the same "sewer water monkey" post that went viral yesterday.

After a night of fermentation, the post has already garnered over 100,000 replies.

The top comment was a photoshopped image.

The blue plastic stool that Li Haotian left at the East City Wharf was photoshopped into a glass display case in a museum, with a sign hanging below it that reads: "[East Sea Fishing God Throne (Epic Item)]".

Below is a small note: Legend has it that sitting on this throne grants two passive auras: "Air Force Immunity" and "Physics Does Not Exist".

Li Haotian couldn't stop laughing when he saw this silly picture.

He casually gave it a thumbs up, then continued scrolling down.

The second most popular comment was a technical analysis.

A netizen claiming to be a PhD in fluid mechanics used a paper of tens of thousands of words to demonstrate in detail, from Bernoulli's equation to the Navier-Stokes equation, that the "water monkey" in the video's trajectory completely violated known physical laws.

The conclusion is: this thing is either alien high technology or it's photoshopped.

Below are a bunch of replies from netizens.

"Doctor, that's too narrow-minded. Is it possible that it's about cultivating immortality?"

"Thank you for the invitation. I am currently in the East China Sea and have just failed my ascension attempt. I can attest to that. Last night, a fellow Daoist was indeed undergoing tribulation."

"Is it possible that some fisherman pried open Newton's coffin lid with a fishing rod?"

Li Haotian's shoulders shook as he laughed.

He turned his phone screen towards Su Wan.

"You see, the wisdom of the people is boundless."

"They've already helped me find the truth."

Su Wan looked at the nonsensical comments and then at the undisguised smile on Li Haotian's face, feeling utterly powerless.

She gave up.

She decided to stop trying to understand the man's thought process.

All she needed to know was that this man was on her side.

"So... what do we do next?"

Su Wan sat down on the sofa and poured herself a glass of water.

"What? What should we do?"

Li Haotian turned off his phone and threw the grape stems he had finished eating into the trash can.

Eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty, and sleep when you're tired.

"What future can a company (Purgatory) have if it can't even manage its employees (Vultures)?"

He stood up, stretched, and loosened the belt of his bathrobe, revealing his strong chest covered with old wounds.

"and……"

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside, and his eyes became somewhat playful.

Aren't you curious?

"Aren't you curious about anything?"

Su Wan asked instinctively.

Li Haotian turned around, looked at her, and had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Why would a professional organization capable of snatching people from Dragon Shields resort to bloodshed and so ostentatiously leave its mark on the wall?"

"This doesn't look like they're here to wipe a butt; it looks more like they're... killing themselves."

Su Wan was stunned.

Yes.

This is illogical.

Shouldn't a professional assassin organization be like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace?

Why leave such a big mark, as if they're afraid others won't know it was them?

Li Haotian's smile deepened as he looked at the confused expression on Su Wan's face.

He walked back to the coffee table, picked up the Häagen-Dazs bucket again, and scooped out another large spoonful.

"Su Wan".

"Um?"

"Help me look something up."

"Investigate what?"

Li Haotian stuffed the ice cream into his mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Check if the organization 'Purgatory' has an official website, or... a customer service hotline or something."

Su Wan's eyes widened instantly.

"Why...why are you looking into this?"

Li Haotian swallowed the ice cream and looked at her with a serious expression.

"I'm prepared to file a complaint against them."

"complaint?"

"right."

Li Haotian nodded, his expression as serious as if he were discussing a multi-billion dollar deal.

"I'm complaining about their false advertising."

"GG ​​is making a lot of noise, but the employees they send out are completely incompetent; they can't even deliver a package properly."

"By the way, ask again."

He picked up the spoon and pointed to the blood-red emblem on the folder.

"Are they selling their 'tank'?"

"I thought he was pretty strong, so I bought him to guard my house."