Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

A fine, cold rain was falling from the sky, making my face feel itchy.

When Xilun arrived at White Crow Wharf, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

The once noisy unloading area was now completely silent, with a large crowd gathered outside the heavy iron gate.

Judging from their attire, most of them were supervisors of his rank, and there were even a few district governors who were rarely seen.

Haivier stood on the outside of the crowd, wearing a smart white suit and holding a black umbrella.

Xiren strode over, stood beside her, and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on?"

"Temporary notice".

Heviel looked ahead and said in a low voice, "Governor Yuri is coming to inspect today. Several district governors from the docks are here, including our superior, Lord Losas."

She paused, then added, "We'll just watch from the outside; don't get too close."

Xilun nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the crowd to look inside.

The brand-new iron gate, usually reserved for VIPs, was wide open, and the laborers were herded to a small side door.

Six or seven figures stood in the very center of the iron gate.

Each of these people had someone holding an umbrella for them.

Xilun squinted.

Even from more than ten meters away, he could feel the furnace-like heat emanating from these people.

Their hands are large, their knuckles are thick, and their skin has a bronze color that looks like it has been forged through countless trials. With each breath, their nostrils flare, and the exhaled air leaves long white streaks in the cold air.

First-order extraordinary, the baptized.

These six or seven people are all powerful individuals who have entered the extraordinary realm.

Xilun felt a chill run down his spine.

This is the Brotherhood's high-level combat strength in the dock area; every district governor is a true master of extraordinary power.

In contrast, the dozens of overseers surrounding the perimeter, though all strong and robust, including many skilled fighters like Siren, paled in comparison to these "extraordinary individuals," appearing like ants awaiting inspection.

"Boom!"

A low rumble came from afar.

The water on the ground began to tremble, rippling with fine waves.

A jet-black steam locomotive cut through the rain and slowly drove in.

The car body is made of riveted steel plates, and huge brass exhaust pipes stand on both sides of the front, spewing out black smoke.

The wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a teeth-grinding screeching sound.

"squeak--"

The four-wheeled train came to a steady stop in front of the iron gate, and white steam billowed out like the breath of a giant dragon, instantly enveloping the surroundings.

Those district inspectors who had been standing like statues finally moved.

They quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully in front of the car door.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized, conveying a deep sense of awe.

Siren, mingling among the overseers, also bowed slightly: "Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The car door opened.

A foot wearing a shiny leather boot stepped on the muddy ground.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a black trench coat came down.

Yuri!

He didn't look strong, and was even a bit thin, with a warm smile on his face, just like an ordinary neighbor.

Just a short while ago, Xilun also heard about Yuri's deeds from the surrounding discussions.

A year ago, during a firefight with the Iron Fist Gang, Yuri was surrounded by twelve sharpshooters in a dead end.

Gunfire echoed all night.

The next morning, Yuri emerged unharmed, leaving behind twelve corpses riddled with bullet holes.

At this moment, Yuri looked around, his gaze sweeping over the district supervisors who were bowing and paying their respects, and then over the overseers on the perimeter.

That gaze wasn't sharp, but it felt like a slippery, venomous snake crawling down your back, making you feel uneasy.

"Get up, everyone."

Yuri waved his hand with a smile, "We're all brothers, no need for such formalities."

The crowd straightened up, but still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at the governor.

Yuri strode inside, and wherever he went, whether it was the usually domineering overseer or the high-ranking district supervisor, they all respectfully made way for him as if an invisible hand had pushed them aside.

His gaze paused slightly as it swept over where Xiren was.

"I saw quite a few unfamiliar faces today."

As Yuri walked along, he casually remarked, "Full of energy and vitality, they're all incredibly motivated young people!"

Beside Xilun, an overseer, his face flushed with excitement, whispered to his companion, "Lord Yuri seems to have glanced at me just now! Could it be that he values ​​me?"

Xilun remained expressionless and did not respond.

Surrounded by people, Yuri did not go to the office, but went straight to the pier.

It was high tide, and the turbid waters of the Greywater River pounded against the banks, churning up black foam.

Yuri stood at the end of the pier, hands behind his back, watching the churning river.

"How's that beast in the river doing lately?"

He asked casually.

The governor of Losas, who was standing behind him, quickly stepped forward.

This was a burly middle-aged man, bald, with a hideous scar on his face, but he was covered in cold sweat.

"Return to my lord."

Lothar said cautiously, "That basilisk has been getting increasingly stronger lately, I don't know what it ate. It's now approaching the level of a mid-level mutant. Not only is it incredibly strong in the water, but it can also generate electricity."

"Discharge?" Yuri raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Losas said with a bitter face. "We can't get close at all underwater, and guns are useless; bullets lose their power in water. Besides, that beast is very cunning; it dives into deeper water at the slightest sound."

Yuri remained silent for a moment, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Intermediate-level mutant..."

He muttered to himself.

According to the hierarchy of the Extraordinary World, the strength of a mid-level alien species is already comparable to that of a second-tier Extraordinary being, the "Tearer".

Furthermore, given the underwater environment, even if he were to take action personally, it would be difficult to resolve the situation without thorough preparation.

"Didn't you work with the fight club before?" Yuri asked.

"I've tried it."

Lothas explained, "Rain sent some skilled men to lure it into the shallow waters to kill it, and we cooperated by setting a net. Unfortunately, the basilisk was too fast. Although Mr. Rain injured its internal organs with his Bone Crusher, it still managed to bite through the iron net and escape."

Yuri stared at the murky river, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Since its internal organs are damaged, it won't be able to go far."

Yuri said calmly, "Keep an eye on it. This beast's gallbladder and skin are valuable. If it escapes, don't come back to see me!"

"Yes, yes!" Lothar nodded quickly in agreement.

"Alright, you can all leave now."

Yuri seemed to have lost interest in the inspection, and waved his hand, "Losas stays, everyone else, disperse."

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon and dispersed.