I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

The monitoring room is located on the basement level.

Security here is not tight, perhaps because it is adjacent to an underground parking lot and the people coming and going are diverse, so people are less vigilant.

Along the way, he encountered several security personnel, but none of them came up to question him. They were either looking down at their screens or chatting by the wall, their eyes sweeping over him but not lingering.

For them, it's just a job—a few thousand yuan a month, why would you risk your life?

Moreover, what's so unusual about a stranger appearing in an underground parking lot?

Duanmu Yan found the monitoring room with almost no obstacles.

Pushing open the door, there was only one monitor reclining in a chair, snoring evenly—otherwise, there was no one else.

Duanmu Yan carefully approached the monitoring screen and inserted the USB drive into the terminal.

A moment later, the monitor screen flickered rapidly a few times before returning to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The virus has been successfully implanted silently.

The security system is now practically useless.

He quietly unplugged the USB drive, left the monitoring room without making a sound, and his figure disappeared back into the shadows of the corridor.

He then went straight to the elevator lobby on the first floor.

The elevator here can only reach the second floor, P floor. If you want to reach the eighth floor, you need to transfer to another dedicated elevator on the second floor.

Although security was strengthened on the second floor, the security personnel still bowed respectfully when they recognized him—after all, in everyone's eyes, he was the boyfriend of the eldest daughter of the Motari family, and a distinguished guest whom the head of the family had personally instructed to treat with courtesy.

Therefore, no matter where he went, no one came forward to question him, nor did anyone follow him.

Duanmu Yan walked steadily to the private elevator, quickly scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, took out his work card and swiped it lightly in the terminal sensor area.

Since the virus had already infiltrated the system, the security verification here was essentially paralyzed.

At this moment, any card that can be recognized is sufficient for the system to determine that it passes.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor.

After a short wait, the elevator began to ascend smoothly.

Duanmu Yan's heartbeat gradually quickened.

Next comes the real highlight.

Although the defense of the eighth floor is most likely handled by the Sound Skeletons, the possibility of Resonators being stationed there cannot be ruled out.

He would never want to have a direct confrontation with the other party unless absolutely necessary.

A moment later, the elevator doors slowly opened.

What came into view was a spacious but dimly lit hall, with sparse light that could barely outline the figures patrolling within—several nobles wielding blades—the blades of the Fesalie family.

Duanmu Yan's gaze sharpened.

Aren't these all relics of the Fesalie family?

Why would they appear on Giacomo's territory?

Could it be... that the Faisal family has already been secretly cooperating with Giacomo?

The truth is still unknown.

But whatever they are plotting in the shadows—the answer will soon be revealed.

"Phew, hopefully you'll be of some use."

Duanmu Yan took a deep breath and activated the device on his left arm.

A deep hum instantly enveloped him.

He moved cautiously through the dimly lit hall, gradually approaching Giacomo's office.

Once you've successfully gained access, insert the USB drive into your personal terminal, download the target information, and you're done.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and quickly turned to the side, disappearing into the shadows—a nobleman wielding a blade was walking towards him, almost brushing past him.

Duanmu Yan held his breath and remained motionless.

Although the device can temporarily interfere with the sound's perception of frequency, there is still a risk of exposure if the distance is too close.

Only when the nobleman with the blade was far away did he slowly exhale and continue to sneak deeper into the office.

"This is it."

Duanmu Yan stared at the tightly closed door and shut down the device on his left arm. This thing would overheat if used for too long, and if it really exploded, the situation would be difficult to handle.

He carefully pushed open the door, but at that moment, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

"Tsk...that noise suddenly disappeared, and my head is spinning. Wait, who are you—"

Before he could finish speaking, the other party had already drawn his pistol and pulled the trigger on Duanmu Yan without hesitation.

Duanmu Yan burst into the room, the bullet whizzing past his back before disappearing into the darkness.

"what happened!?"

The sudden gunshot alerted the other Resonators nearby. They had been searching for the unusual frequency noise but unexpectedly stumbled upon the intruder.

"I don't know, someone broke in!"

"How could the group be in danger? Is the security system not responding?"

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? Let's catch him first!"

The group rushed into the room, but it was pitch black and silent, making it impossible to determine Duanmu Yan's location.

"Find him! He's hiding nearby!"

"Who? You've got some nerve!"

"Come on, let's practice!"

At this moment, Duanmu Yan was hiding in a dark corner. Judging from the footsteps, there were five people on the other side, and they should all be Resonators.

Although their exact capabilities are still unclear, he must act quickly—once more guards are drawn in, the situation will spiral completely out of control.

"Are they all resonance users? If that's the case..."

He took a deep breath and restarted the frequency jamming device.

"Let's create some panic."

Volume One: Chapter Forty-Three - The Mighty Man Cracks the Skull

In an instant, a piercing noise, like a demonic sound, suddenly pierced the eardrums of the five people.

The men's expressions changed drastically, and they covered their ears, revealing expressions of unbearable pain.

Although the sudden sound waves could not cause any real harm, they were enough to make the listeners lose focus for a moment, revealing subtle but fatal flaws.

What Duanmu Yan was waiting for was this fleeting opportunity!

"Damn it! That noise again!"

"Everyone be careful, he's definitely hiding somewhere—"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Duanmu Yan had already darted out of the shadows.

The punch was powerful and landed squarely on the speaker's face.

He groaned and staggered backward.

The sudden noise alerted the other four, but because the room was completely dark, no one dared to fire a shot for fear of accidentally injuring their companion.

This was exactly what Duanmu Yan wanted to do, and he instantly pounced on the second person.

The other party felt a gust of evil wind hit their face, and just as they raised their wrist, it was firmly gripped by a hand like an iron clamp!

Duanmu Yan's technique was extremely swift; with a twist and a disarm, the weapon slipped from his hand.

Almost simultaneously, he used his waist to exert force, and with a swift over-the-shoulder throw, he slammed his opponent heavily to the ground—the dull thud, accompanied by a short scream, was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

"Where is he! Shoot!"

One of them instinctively fired wildly toward the sound.

Duanmu Yan had already lowered his body, and all the bullets missed their mark.

He slid close to his opponent's lower body with a low step, and with a fierce sweeping leg kick, he knocked him down. Before the opponent could fall to the ground, his elbow slammed into his abdomen and face like a heavy hammer, completely dismantling his fighting ability.

Upon seeing this, the two immediately pressed themselves together, back to back, in defense.

"What's wrong with that guy?"

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. That voice really—"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the right. The two instinctively turned to the right at the same time—in that split second, Duanmu Yan had already cut between them from the other side!

He used his left hand to strike one person's neck, while simultaneously using his right elbow to strike another person's ribs.

Two cries of pain rang out almost simultaneously, and he immediately grabbed the two men's heads and slammed them together without any mercy!

Finally, after a muffled thud, the world returned to silence.

"asshole……"

A muffled curse came from the darkness.

The first man knocked down staggered to his feet, clutching his face. His eyes burned with humiliation and rage. Without hesitation, he raised his gun, aimed it at Duanmu Yan's back, and pulled the trigger hard!

boom--!

The piercing sound of gunfire tore through the silence.

However, the anticipated shock did not materialize.

Just before the bullet touched Duanmu Yan, it was intercepted by a sudden burst of crimson light.

—It was a skeleton, shaped like a blooming spider lily, with crimson petals and shimmering light.

It appeared silently and disappeared just as quickly, leaving only a fading energy ripple around the fatal bullet before vanishing without a trace.

Duanmu Yan stood there, stunned. The life-or-death moment and the sudden sound of the approaching corpse had left him momentarily lost in thought, a rare occurrence for him.

But he was immediately pulled back to reality by cold reason.

Without the slightest pause, he sprang up and charged toward the desperate attacker, delivering a clean and swift chop to the side of his neck!

The other person collapsed and lost consciousness completely.

Only then did Duanmu Yan slowly exhale a breath of taut air.

In the darkness, only his slightly rapid breathing echoed softly.

He turned around abruptly, looking at the void where the crimson light had just flashed.

The place was now completely empty, as if the terrifying scene from just moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

What on earth is that?

Sound bones?

Or is it just a fleeting image?

What's more important is——

Why did it appear? And why did it protect itself?

Duanmu Yan did not understand.

He subconsciously looked down at the back of his right hand.

The sound marks on the back of his hand remained as quiet and steady as ever, showing no signs of having been actively stimulated.

All of this was beyond his comprehension.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his surging thoughts.

Whatever it is, now is not the time to delve into it.

The most urgent task is to find Giacomo's terminal immediately and complete the mission.