Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

In the basement of District 8, Dawn City.

Xu Suyuan held an anonymous tablet, on which a local news flash had just popped up:

"...The vehicle accident that occurred last night on the Luoying Cliff section of Binhai Avenue has been preliminarily investigated by the police. The driver, Zhao, was driving under the influence of alcohol, causing the vehicle to lose control. The impact triggered a fuel tank explosion, resulting in Zhao's immediate death. The police once again remind the public, for your safety and the safety of others, never drink and drive..."

Xu Suyuan stared at the words "driving under the influence of alcohol caused loss of vehicle control," and her tense shoulders finally relaxed as she let out a long breath.

"Really...were you not discovered?" She asked Han Xiao again to confirm.

After all, it was a murder committed using "superpowers," and in her original understanding, it would inevitably leave some kind of inexplicable trace.

"Of course it won't be detected." Han Xiao skillfully pushed the magazine into the gun handle. "The scene matches all the physical characteristics of a drunk driving accident. Excessive speed and delayed brake marks are the most typical signs of a drunk driver's slow reaction. As for the momentary 'stagnation' you created and the lateral force I applied, on a macroscopic level, it manifested as tire slippage."

He looked up at Xu Suyuan: "And that final fire was the best cleaner. It burned away any possible microscopic stress anomalies on the tires. Now, even the top forensic experts in the police department can only conclude it was an 'accident'."

Xu Suyuan looked at her hands, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

That once crude power, under Han Xiao's guidance, has now transformed into a perfect, invisible scalpel.

"Alright." Han Xiao holstered his pistol and walked to the wall covered with photos. "Now you can choose your next target."

His finger passed over Zhao Cheng, whose face was marked with a large red X, and finally stopped on a photo of a middle-aged man who looked slightly wealthy but had a sinister look in his eyes.

"He's next."

"Wu Guodong, a director of Chenxi Biopharmaceutical, was Wei Donghai's 'money bag' planted in the laboratory, and also the person specifically responsible for 'cleaning up the mess.' The threats and hush money against the victims and their families were all handled through his hands."

Xu Suyuan's previously calm pupils instantly contracted, and the dark silver flames in her eyes flickered wildly once again.

"I'm going to kill him." Her voice trembled with hatred.

"We must kill him, but we need to race against time." Han Xiao pointed to a line of small print next to the photo, "Because Zhao Jianguo's task force has been mobilized. Chenxi Bio is now a key target of police surveillance, and Wu Guodong, as a key figure, is currently under close police surveillance."

"Then how do we make our move?" Xu Suyuan frowned. "What if they're all police officers..."

"It's precisely because they're all police that this is the perfect time to act." A ruthless glint flashed in Han Xiao's eyes. "Once the police investigation is complete and a formal arrest is made, he'll be locked up in a detention center. At that point, the law might sentence him to prison, but that won't be enough. For someone like him, jail is too lenient."

Han Xiao slammed his fist against the wall, making the photograph tremble.

"We're going to send him to hell before the police take him away. This afternoon."

……

At 4 PM, in the eighth district of Chenxi City, at the Biyuntian upscale community park.

This is where Wu Guodong lives, and it is also the area where he is currently under "house arrest".

Although he has not been formally arrested, his every move is under the police's surveillance.

The park is shaded by green trees, where several elderly people are practicing Tai Chi and a young mother is pushing a stroller, creating a peaceful and serene scene.

Two figures wearing masks mingled among the people taking a walk, seemingly sitting casually on a bench.

"At three o'clock, that's the police surveillance car, a black Passat." Han Xiao lowered his hat brim, his voice barely reaching Xu Suyuan's ears. "That middle-aged man pretending to read the newspaper is also in plainclothes. Don't stare at them, just stay natural."

Xu Suyuan nodded slightly. Her gaze seemed to be looking at the scenery, but she was actually scanning a cobblestone path deep in the park with her peripheral vision.

There is a viewing platform there, which is on higher ground, about three meters above the ground.

In pursuit of a scenic effect, the guardrails along the platform's edge are designed to be artistic, but they are also very low, only reaching the waist of an adult.

"Intelligence indicates that Wu Guodong comes here for some fresh air around this time every day," Han Xiao said in a low voice. "That's the 'stage' we need."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slightly overweight figure appeared at the end of the path.

Wu Guodong was dressed in expensive casual wear, but his complexion was terrible and his eyes were puffy.

Just then, a phone call came in, and Wu Guodong stopped to answer it.

After hanging up the phone, his complexion visibly worsened.

He waved his arm impatiently in the air, then strode up to the viewing platform.

Whether to avoid the gaze of plainclothes police officers in the distance or to vent his frustration, he strode directly to the very edge of the platform.

Just as he was about two steps away from the low railing.

The opportunity is here.

Xu Suyuan, who was sitting on the bench below, suddenly looked up.

Even through the mask, you could see the fleeting ferocity in the corner of her eye.

locking.

Left ankle.

Void Imprisonment!

Wu Guodong was taking a big step forward with his left leg, ready to land, when he suddenly felt as if his left foot was being held tightly by a ghostly hand, hanging in mid-air and unable to land.

His previously smooth steps were instantly disrupted, and due to the enormous inertia, he suddenly lunged forward!

"ah--!"

Wu Guodong let out a short, terrified scream, lost his balance, and slammed his upper body heavily against the low railing.

But this is not enough.

It's just a stumble; at worst, you'll bump your head.

Just as Wu Guodong's body hit the guardrail and was about to bounce back, at that very moment...

Standing beside Xu Suyuan, Han Xiao narrowed his eyes, his mental energy cutting in like a scalpel.

[Kinetic deflection].

Instead of pushing Wu Guodong, he seized the momentum of Wu Guodong's forward movement and gently lifted him upward and outward.

This negligible deflection force became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Wu Guodong's body, which should have crashed into the guardrail, somehow followed the force and did an extremely awkward "front flip," flipping over the waist-high guardrail headfirst!

In that instant, the world in Wu Guodong's eyes turned upside down.

He saw the azure sky, the terrified crowd, and then the rapidly enlarging marble floor.

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard.

Three meters isn't a very high height, but Wu Guodong landed on the back of his head.

The sound was like a ripe watermelon falling onto a concrete floor.

Wu Guodong fell silent instantly, and blood quickly spread across the back of his head.