Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

A soft laugh came from the corner.

Officer Seren, who had been watching the show, flicked his cigarette ash and looked at Seren with a hint of amusement.

"Yuri, looks like you've had a busy day."

Seren straightened up and straightened his police uniform.

"Since you have guests, I'll head back now. Our cooperation will continue as before."

He walked to the door and paused as he passed by Xilun.

The hand wearing a white glove patted Xilen's shoulder heavily.

"Raine mentioned you to me before."

Seren made no attempt to hide his feelings, his tone carrying a deeper meaning that only the two of them could understand.

"It seems they do have some skill, but we still need to be careful. Even a second-tier extraordinary individual could be taken down by a sneak attack."

After saying that, he glanced at Xilun's left shoulder, patted it, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"The recovery is going well!"

Xilun's body was tense, and he didn't know what to say.

Seren smiled, pushed open the door, and left.

The office door closed, and the room fell silent once more.

Siren was filled with mixed feelings. It seemed that both Mentor Raine and Mr. Siren knew about the heretics.

Fortunately, at least from the current situation, their attitude towards me is relatively friendly.

After all, only two heretics died.

Yuri stared at Xiren for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

Even Seren and Rennes think highly of this young man?

"Your name is Xilun?"

Yuri asked, his tone softening somewhat.

"Yes."

"sit."

Yuri pointed to the chair opposite him.

Xilun didn't stand on ceremony, pulled out a chair and sat down, his back ramrod straight.

Although the man looked young and thin, he could clearly sense the terrifying power lurking within him, an aura even more dangerous than that of Renn.

"I know Ryan well, but I've been a bit busy lately and we haven't seen each other."

Yuri leaned back in his chair, as if chatting casually.

"It seems some promising talents have emerged from his new batch of disciples. How did it go in the last junior knight combat tournament?"

"It was another mentor's disciple who participated, and he lost three matches in a row," Xilun answered truthfully.

Yuri's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"It looks like Renn is furious. He must be training you like crazy, hoping to get a good ranking next year, otherwise that knowledge tax will be a real problem for him."

The two chatted about Ryan's recent situation, completely ignoring Morgan who was standing next to them.

Morgan stood to the side, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He tried to interrupt several times, but dared not cut Yuri off, and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

His nephew behind him was at a loss and could only tug at Morgan's clothes secretly.

"Uncle...we..."

The young man's voice was low, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet office.

Yuri frowned, his displeasure at being interrupted making his eyes instantly turn cold.

Morgan.

"Yes, yes!" Morgan shuddered and quickly stepped forward, bending even lower.

"You may all leave!"

After Yuri finished speaking, Morgan became even more anxious and said in a humble voice:

"Lord Yuri, about my nephew overseeing the construction..."

He forced himself to speak, his voice pleading.

"Although this child lacks experience, he is obedient, and I personally trained him..."

Yuri ignored his incessant chatter and glanced back and forth between Xiren and the young man.

He seemed to have thought of something, opened the drawer, and took out a black velvet box.

Upon opening the box, a fist-sized black rough stone lay inside, its surface rough and riddled with pits and holes.

Yuri placed the stone on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Black Originium".

He pointed to the rock, his tone languid.

"Grip it tightly, use all your strength, and see how many times it flashes. Five flashes are considered passing."

Morgan's expression changed slightly when he saw the stone, but he still turned to give his nephew a wink.

The young man swallowed hard and stepped forward.

He glanced at Yuri, then at the expressionless Xiren beside him, took a deep breath, and reached out to grasp the stone.

"drink!"

The young man let out a low shout, his face turning red and the veins on his neck bulging, clearly having exerted all his strength.

The stone remained silent for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a faint, eerie light shone from inside the stone.

It flickered.

Two times.

Three times.

The light grew weaker and weaker, and finally went out completely after flashing for the third time.

The young man released his grip, panting heavily, and looked at Yuri with anticipation.

He felt he had performed well; in the boxing gym, many people couldn't even make a single flash.

Yuri's face remained expressionless; he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Next."

Morgan's heart sank.

Xilun stood up and walked to the table.

He looked at the black stone and could sense that it contained some kind of special magnetic field.

He stretched out his right hand, his palm covering the cold stone surface.

Take a deep breath.

The Iron Wall Breathing Method operates quietly within the body.

In that instant, the energy that had been dormant in the dantian seemed to be drawn by something, surging wildly up the spine and instantly pouring into the right arm.

The black, net-like texture beneath the skin suddenly appeared, wriggling like a living thing.

"Buzz!"

The black source stone emitted a low hum.

A blinding light suddenly shone, illuminating the entire office.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

The light showed no signs of fading; on the contrary, it grew brighter and brighter, its rhythm as steady as a precise mechanical clock.

Look around.

Fifth!

Xilun released his grip with all his might, and the light gradually faded.

Yuri glanced at Xiren, then looked away.

He picked up the stone, played with it in his hand for a moment, and gently rubbed the slightly warm surface with his fingertips.

"good."

He gave a brief assessment.

Then he waved.

"I understand the situation. Everyone, go down and wait for further instructions."

Xilun bowed slightly, turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Morgan wanted to say something, but when he met Yuri's cold gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He glared fiercely at Xilun's retreating figure, then, with his dejected nephew, slunk away.

As Morgan led his nephew along the road, a gust of cold wind made him instinctively shrink his neck.

His once crisp wool coat now seemed unable to ward off the bone-chilling cold.

The dim, flickering gaslights along the street cast long, distorted shadows of him and his nephew onto the muddy ground, making them look like two crushed cockroaches.

"uncle……"

The nephew behind him cautiously approached, his voice filled with barely concealed fear.

"That kid named Xilun... that stone lit up five times."

"Am I... doomed?"

Morgan did not answer immediately.

His eyes were complicated as he stepped down the stairs, his leather shoes crunching on the frozen snow.

"uncle?"

Seeing that Morgan remained silent, the nephew became even more flustered and reached out to tug at Morgan's sleeve.

"Shut up!"

Morgan abruptly stopped, turned around, and his eyes were as fierce as those of a cornered old wolf.

The nephew was so frightened that his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his face turning deathly pale.

Morgan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

A strong sense of crisis coiled around Morgan's mind like a venomous snake.

He knew all too well how he had treated Xilen in the past.

Once this kid becomes the supervisor and establishes himself...

Morgan pulled a silver cigarette case from his pocket, his fingers turning slightly white from the force.

"Smack."

A match was struck and lit, the orange flame flickering in the cold wind.