Bai Wanyang lay on his hospital bed.
The light outside the window shifted from bright to amber before finally sinking into the darkness of night.
He remembered Yue Shi's instructions, staying put and waiting patiently without performing any unnecessary actions or showing any abnormalities.
He even kept his breathing deliberately steady, as if he were asleep.
Only his eyes moved occasionally.
It was only now that a belated sense of alertness welled up in his heart.
He had actually called Yue Shi from this very hospital room!
Would a phone number used by an S-rank fugitive be monitored?
Was Zhang Songyun also watching him from the shadows?
At the thought, cold sweat seeped from Bai Wanyang's back, soaking his clothes.
He was afraid Zhang Songyun would come to silence him, and he was also afraid the Investigation Bureau would dispose of him as Yue Shi's accomplice.
He had been too panicked and desperate before to consider this.
He forced himself to close his eyes.
All he could do now was wait.
He trusted Yue Shi.
While Yue Shi's character might be questionable, his strength was absolute.
As long as Yue Shi was willing to protect him, he should be fine.
Time stretched out endlessly during the wait.
Late at night.
Only a single dim lamp remained lit in the ward.
Bai Wanyang feigned sleep on the bed, his ears pricked, highly alert.
In the early hours of the morning.
The phone by his pillow vibrated.
Bai Wanyang snapped his eyes open and grabbed the phone.
On the screen was a text message from a blank number, containing only one line:
“Bathroom, third stall.”
Bai Wanyang's heart hammered. He pulled back the covers and pretended to get up to use the facilities.
He pulled open the door; the corridor was empty.
He walked quickly toward the bathroom at the end of the hall.
The bathroom was empty in the predawn hours, echoing only with his own footsteps.
The door to the third stall was slightly ajar.
He pushed it open and stepped inside, gently sliding the bolt shut behind him.
There was nothing in the stall.
The cramped space smelled only of disinfectant.
Bai Wanyang stood before the toilet, his brow furrowed deeply.
Had he been tricked?
Or had he misunderstood?
Just then, a faint rustling sound came from above.
He looked up.
Something seemed to have moved on the ceiling.
A single black feather drifted down light as air.
Bai Wanyang reached out and caught the feather.
The feather felt icy to the touch, its texture incredibly strange.
The moment his fingertips brushed the feather, information flooded his mind.
Bai Wanyang immediately understood what it was for.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and he bit his lower lip hard to suppress the surge of ecstatic excitement that almost escaped his mouth.
Clutching the black feather in his palm, he opened the door and hurried back to his ward.
He lay back on the bed and covered himself with the blanket.
His heart was racing, every pore shivering with excitement.
He couldn't sleep.
How could he possibly sleep?
...
Early the next morning, as soon as the sky began to pale, Bai Wanyang immediately packed his things and requested to be discharged.
His face was still somewhat pale, but the despondency in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold calm.
After a brief examination, the doctor signed the discharge papers.
Bai Wanyang changed back into his own clothes, finished the paperwork, and walked out the hospital's main gate.
The winter morning was cold. He took a deep breath of the freezing air and headed straight back to the Investigation Bureau staff dormitory.
With the New Year approaching, everywhere was becoming lively.
Unfortunately, the joys and sorrows of mankind are not shared.
Such festivities had nothing to do with Bai Wanyang.
Back in his room, he locked the door and went into the bathroom.
Then, from his inner pocket, he carefully took out the black feather.
The feather lay silently in his palm, as pitch-black as the night.
He focused his mind, concentrating his will.
As if pushing open an invisible door, a gray, hazy space of about one cubic meter appeared in his vision.
The space was filled with various items.
An old paintbrush stained with various colors of paint, a strangely shaped blade, and many firearms.
There was even an instruction manual included.
The Bomb Paintbrush—the geometric shapes it painted would explode after three minutes.
The blade was called Martial Husk; the wielder would immediately become proficient in various martial arts.
However, the blade had side effects. Not only would long-term use lead to addiction, but the wielder would also develop a dependency, essentially locking their physical combat skills to the blade.
Bai Wanyang's gaze lingered on the side effects of the blade for a moment.
He didn't care about such side effects at all.
All he cared about now was whether this thing was sharp enough—whether it could cut through everything he wanted to destroy!
With a thought from Bai Wanyang,
The blade appeared in his hand.
In an instant, various complex force-exerting techniques, vital point identification, and countless unfamiliar pieces of knowledge and combat instincts were brutally crammed into his consciousness.
“Good stuff.”
Even knowing the side effects, most people would surely find it hard to part with this blade.
Who had the time and willpower to train themselves into a martial arts master?
It was far better to use this blade to instantly load master-level combat skills.
Bai Wanyang loosened his grip, letting the blade return to the space.
Only the black feather remained in his hand.
This black feather was a small spatial pocket that could also manifest certain supernatural powers, making it a multi-functional supernatural object.
Bai Wanyang had already seen what was stuffed inside the space; they were all very practical.
Besides that, holding this black feather allowed him to manifest the most important passive supernatural effect.
Concealment.
He gripped the black feather tightly.
An indescribable sensation enveloped him.
In the bathroom mirror, his figure gradually vanished, and his very presence faded away.
Ecstasy.
An ecstasy tinged with the scent of blood exploded in his eyes.
Finally, he had the chips to turn the tables!
He couldn't wait a moment longer.
Emerging from the bathroom, Bai Wanyang decided to strike Zhang Songyun today.
He didn't have the time to carefully lay out elaborate plans.
He only knew one thing: delay only invites trouble!
Once someone noticed anything unusual or if he was discovered while trying to muddy the waters, he would surely die.
Simple and crude methods might be more effective.
Never mind anything else—he would get his revenge first.
Maintaining his hidden state and clutching the blade, Bai Wanyang hurried toward the Special Operations Section office.
He would lie in wait at Zhang Songyun's workstation. The moment the man arrived, he would hack him to death without wasting a single word of nonsense.
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