Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Wei Yanwu, his beard bristling and eyes wide, slammed his phone back on the table and walked straight back to his dorm room.

A few seconds later, he jogged back, picked up the phone, and took a deep breath.

I, Wei Yanwu, actually have to answer this little lion cub's call. If there's a knife above the heart radical, I, Wei Yanwu, will endure it! If there are two people above the heart radical, I, Wei Yanwu, will chicken out!

"Hello, Mr. Wayne? What brings you here so late?"

"I'm in danger. I'm in the third slum district, surrounded by a group of men in gray clothes. They won't negotiate, they just attacked me on sight, aiming for vital points with every blow. I'm already seriously injured. Mr. Wei, could you please help me...?"

Wei Yanwu broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly replied:

"I'll send someone right away, no, I'll go right away!"

Sleep? Sleep my ass, I'm awake! I was scared awake!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Illuminating the Night, He Is the True God

"Mr. Wayne, are you injured?"

After hanging up the phone, Wayne was met with a worried look from Ansuo.

"I have a first-aid kit here. Although it doesn't have any really good medicine, it does have things like bandages and plasters. I also know a little bit about bandaging. If you don't mind, take off your clothes and I'll help you with this."

Wayne smiled with satisfaction.

Do you even know who I was talking to on the phone just now? Wei Yanwu, the real boss of the Longmen Police. Now you're making me take off my clothes, what if they barge in and see this? My life is going to get really messed up.

However, Wayne was still very happy. The little girl was sensible and caring, which was a good thing. He waved his hand and explained:

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt. I was just kidding Wei Lao Er. What could possibly happen to me? Those guys can't hurt me."

"Are you really alright?" An Suo asked, half believing and half doubting.

Wayne gently rubbed her little head. The bunny's ears were fluffy and felt so soft to the touch. He now understood why Kelsey and Theresa would choose little Amiya; the Caucasians were truly born adorable. A gentle rub of her head could soothe even the most tense moments.

"It's really nothing."

Wayne patted his chest and pushed An Suo back to the bedroom. Seeing An Suo half-heartedly lie down on the bed and cover himself with the blanket, Wayne finally felt relieved.

"You don't need to worry about the rest; I'll handle it."

"But those bad people..."

"I've defeated villains who are ten or a hundred times worse than them, so why would I be afraid of them?"

Ansor didn't know if Wayne was exaggerating, but Wayne certainly sounded confident. He'd been running around all day, from the streets to home, then to the Guard Bureau, then to the hotel bar, and finally back home. He estimated he'd covered over ten kilometers. Ansor was indeed quite tired.

Coupled with her fear, she looked at Wayne and only when Wayne smiled and nodded at her did she bury her head under the covers and close her eyes.

But before she could fall asleep, Wayne pulled the blanket back, revealing her little face.

"There's no need to cover it up. It's safe at home. You'll have trouble breathing if you cover it up."

Wayne said. An Su pursed her lips, watching Wayne stand up, thoughtfully draw the curtains for her, and walk towards the door, and said:

Be careful.

Wayne turned around, gave her a thumbs-up, and gently closed the bedroom door.

As he left the bedroom, Wayne's expression turned serious again.

Simply waiting for Wei Yanwu's support is unreliable. He will definitely come, but the slums and Lungmen city are quite far apart, and Wei Yanwu's home is in the city lord's mansion in the core city. Even if Wei Yanwu can fly, it's impossible for him to fly to Wayne in a short time.

Moreover, there are enemy spies in Block 3, a fact Wayne has just confirmed through observation. Once Wei Yanwu arrives, the group of gray-robed men will definitely notice, and what will happen then is a major uncertainty. Wayne doesn't like to entrust his life to others.

A distant solution can't quench an immediate thirst; he has to find his own way to survive this wave of gray-robed men searching his home.

Midnight has passed, dawn has not yet broken, and it is the darkest time of day. Except for a few members of the public and night shift workers, most of the citizens of Longmen are already fast asleep. As the hustle and bustle of the day comes to a halt along with the dazzling neon lights, this mobile city is now shrouded in utter silence.

The same applies to Block 3.

Wayne took a deep breath.

He had a plan, a very risky one.

Wayne once made a hypothetical assumption at Wei Yanwu's residence: what could he do if Wei Yanwu refused to hand over the safe for him to look at, or even resorted to violence to threaten him?

Physically, Wayne is definitely no match for Wei Yanwu. I'm not good with weapons; even Old Chen could pin me down and beat me, let alone Wei Yanwu with his Crimson Sky Fingers. But Wayne has the ultimate weapon to compensate for this weakness: Originium Arts—Heavenly Mandate.

He then made a hypothetical scenario: in that critical moment, how large a crowd would he need to control to ensure the safe evacuation of himself, Vina, Theresa, and the others from Lungmen? His answer was almost the entire city.

Wayne ultimately rejected the plan, trying his best to avoid conflict with Wei Yanwu, because he knew that if he really used the Mandate of Heaven to manipulate a city, the consequences and losses would be extremely terrifying, because he couldn't achieve the ultimate micro-management. This wasn't like playing EU4 or Hearts of Iron, where you command army groups, and he couldn't even manage that, let alone be precise down to the individual.

But his concerns and reluctance to do it never mean that he is incapable of doing it.

Wayne glanced at his watch; it was 2:30 AM, nearly three and a half hours before the usual 6:00 AM sunrise in Longmen at this time of year. Considering that some people on the early shift would get up even earlier, setting the time at 5:00 AM was appropriate. There wouldn't be much work to do at that time, and correspondingly, there wouldn't be any need for micromanagement; just issuing unified commands would suffice.

The coverage area doesn't need to be the entire Lungmen. There are some delicate operations that require constant attention, such as the management of the mobile city power plant in Lungmen's underground. Wayne doesn't know how to do that, because a slight mistake could cause a major accident that even a gas explosion couldn't cover up. The coverage area only needs to be limited to the third block where he is located.

Wayne couldn't tell who in Third Street was good, who was bad, who were fearful citizens, and who were spies planted among them. But it didn't matter—

The emperor only needs to distinguish between those who are capable and those who are not. Good or bad, virtuous or evil, are meaningless in the face of absolute power. The decision is in my hands, and I will judge according to my own standards. With the Mandate of Heaven and the imperial power in motion, every building I pass by, every street I walk down, and every closed door I gaze upon, and the people hidden behind them, are all my servants!

"Now, turn on the lights in your rooms!"

No deep manipulation is needed, just forced commands. This makes it easier to distinguish who is loyal and who is wicked. With a single command from Wayne, the entire Lungmen Slums, Block 3, except for the sleeping Darkseid's house, was suddenly brightly lit, as if it were daytime!

........

Hoshiguma felt somewhat horrified.

Just a moment ago, she was hiding in the unfinished building, trying to avoid the members of the Rattlesnake gang searching the building, but suddenly her body lost control and she stopped in place.

She wasn't petrified, nor was she frozen. Apart from a wave of Originium Arts energy sweeping across her body, she felt nothing else amiss. Yet, she was utterly unable to move. Whether it was speaking, taking a step, or even blinking—a crucial way to signal in an emergency—was restricted to the most comfortable frequency.

Unbelievable, what happened?

Hoshiguma recalled the Originium Arts fluctuation that had just swept over her body. But this was impossible. It was just a fluctuation; how could a caster cast such an Originium Arts technique, which could directly immobilize someone, without even revealing their face or appearing in her field of vision?

How powerful must this warlock be?

But what surprised her even more was yet to come. He wasn't the only one who couldn't move; right under his nose, the gray-robed figures who had been crouching at the bottom of the building to prevent her from jumping to escape were also frozen in place like puppets.

This immobilization spell wasn't just targeting him, but everyone near this unfinished building.

Who is the caster? Why has she never heard of a sorcerer capable of unleashing large-scale crowd control?

Is he an enemy, an ally, a secret weapon of Bureau Nine and Commander Wei, or the mastermind behind the mysterious paramilitary organization "Rattlesnake"?

Unable to move, Hoshiguma's brain, capable only of thought, was racing wildly. But before she could recover from this shock, something even more astonishing happened just moments later.

Block 3 is lit up!

One second ago, he was like a desolate city, shrouded in darkness where even moonlight could not illuminate it.

But the next second, it lit up—incandescent bulbs, energy-saving bulbs, neon lights, nightlights in front of children's cradles, bathroom heaters, and countless other lights were turned on at the same time, without a single second's difference, by countless hands manipulated by the same will!

Even the high-hanging sky, at this moment, reluctantly shed its mysterious and terrifying darkness, and was stained with a layer of reassuring pale white.

At that moment, Hoshiguma suddenly realized that she might have been wrong.

The person who casts this spell can be neither a friend nor an enemy.

He is the true god.

Chapter Seventy When the "ding" sounded...

Nine was stunned.

Having been hiding and dodging all the way, she unknowingly found herself on the edge of the third district, just outside the range of Wayne's Originium Arts. By a hair's breadth, she was completely unaffected by the Mandate of Heaven's power.

Even so, everything that suddenly happened caught her off guard, leaving her stunned and rooted to the spot.

Just now, she witnessed one after another people in the third block opening their doors and walking onto the street. Their faces were stiff, their expressions were solemn, and their eyes showed a variety of emotions, including surprise, confusion, deep fear, and helplessness.

This happened almost simultaneously throughout the entire Third Street area.

What's going on here?

Jiu swallowed hard, and couldn't help but ask himself the same question.

What happened? Why is the Third District, which was just moments ago like a ghost town, suddenly brightly lit, with every household simultaneously turning on their lights and opening their tightly closed doors? It's like a large-scale religious ceremony...

No, Nine is a worldly person. Even the most devout Lateran priests wouldn't move in such perfect unison during Mass. If you had to put it another way, the Third Block was like a computer at that moment; someone input a command, and the next second, the entire block's program produced the same response.

But who is this person who turned an entire street into a computer and input commands into it?

Jiu dared not think too much about it. She was only a few meters away from Block 3 at the moment. The reason she was not affected was probably just because the person who gave the order let her go.

But if they let her go, what about Hoshiguma? Hoshiguma is still trapped in the neighborhood, what will happen to her? Can Jiu just leave her to fend for herself?

With her mind racing, Jiu quickly ran towards the nearest public phone booth in the slum and dialed the dedicated line to Wei Yanwu.

The identity of the unknown person who gave the order is questionable. We don't know their strength or whether they are friend or foe. If we rashly step into the third district again, we may anger them. Not only will we not be able to save Hoshiguma, but we will probably also be in trouble.

Jiu was much calmer than Chen; even in the most critical moments, her experience helped her make the right judgment. And now, the most correct judgment was clearly to report the situation to Wei Yanwu, the highest leader of Longmen and also its strongest hidden force, and request his direct support!

The situation has far exceeded the control of the Guard Bureau. Now is not the time to be stubborn and refuse to admit defeat. From the enemy knowing about the plan in advance, to being lured into an ambush by the enemy while infiltrating, and now the sudden appearance of a mysterious entity, Nine has to admit that the mission has failed.

The call was answered quickly, but all that could be heard from behind the receiver was the sound of whistling wind.

Nine frowned and shouted:

"Commander Wei, Commander Wei?"

"Hello----?"

Wei Yanwu's voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, appearing and disappearing amidst the howling wind. Jiu asked in confusion:

"Commander Wei, where are you...?"

"Just tell me what's wrong. I'm very busy right now!"

Wei Yanwu's voice stammered, but Jiu glanced at the public phone booth's display screen, which showed a full signal. Coupled with the gusts of wind, Jiu said, somewhat bewildered:

"Commander Wei, something terrible has happened!"

"What could be more serious than what's happening here?"

Wei Yanwu shouted at the top of his lungs,

“Even if you don’t call me, I’ll call you back to find you. Nine, where are you now? The infiltration mission has been canceled. Right now, take the Guard Bureau and surround Third District! You, Chen, Hoshiguma, and Swire come to me immediately.”

Has Wei Yanwu also encountered a major incident?