Dark Light Chaser

Chapter 708 Deja Vu
Without a doubt, the micro-management failed.

Ai Liang's goal is to be able to quietly pluck a hair from someone's head, like a mage in a game, or even sever a blood vessel deep inside their body.

Given the current situation, it's more likely they'd twist someone's head off than secretly pull out their hair.

"Perhaps we should continue to focus on reducing the output of our mental energy, at least to the level of kilograms, before trying to perform micro-management."

'Don't be discouraged, at least using your mental energy to attack is a form of attack.'

Anliang offered his "consolation" with a gloating tone.

boom!
A massive amount of psychic power exploded in the dark, illusory mental image.

"I'm telling you... if you don't want me to come out, you could just say so. Condensing such a near-tangible phantom requires collecting a lot of scattered spiritual energy!"

The boy, who was originally eleven or twelve years old, has shrunk to the size of a seven or eight-year-old.

If two more similar attacks occur, it probably won't be able to appear in reality.

Ai Liang turned his head away, slightly confused. He wasn't deliberately targeting An Liang.

Just a moment ago, my telekinetic power exploded around An Liang without my noticing, and the whole process was incredibly smooth.

In that instant, Ai Liang even felt that she had achieved telekinetic micro-management.

"careless."

"Oh, yes, yes, I'll just pretend it was an 'accident,' okay?"

After saying this, Anliang's figure in reality disappeared.

Rather than waiting for Ai Liang to get angry and lock him up, it's more dignified to take the initiative yourself.

Ai Liang wanted to explain, but since the other person had voluntarily gone into the small dark room, he couldn't say much, especially since it was less important than An Liang's problem...

A hole half a meter wide was blasted into the wall and floor, and the exposed steel bars were all twisted diagonally downwards, looking from a distance like a basketball hoop made of reinforced concrete.

Although Ai Liang tightened his grip on the power the moment the Nen blast occurred, the aftershocks still inevitably caused some minor damage to the floor.

This was the first time he had used his abilities to damage a building in public.

It's better to get out of here quickly.

Ai Liang thought to herself.

........................

As the sun sets, the streetlights come on.

After quickly dealing with the housekeeper at home, Ai Liang returned to the vicinity of the club. By this time, the gap in the top of the parking lot had been simply cordoned off.

In addition, unlike during the day, there were several more cars in the parking lot, and even more cars were driving towards us from afar.

The luxury cars did not bring the hustle and bustle of the city center. When acquaintances met among the car owners, they would simply smile and nod slightly to greet each other.

Only the young people who got out of the back seat of the same car, and who were not very old, walked out arm in arm, laughing and joking.

But when they see older car owners, they also lower their voices.

Hiding in the distance, Ai Liang observed the behavior of these people and secretly took pictures of their faces with her phone.

Who knows, we might need it someday?

At worst, it can be used to make a deal with Mr. M.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he's doing.

However, it seems that Ai Liang is not the only one with this idea; that person's level is not very high.

Hey! You over there, come here!

At the entrance of the convenience store, the store owner, sporting a buzz cut and wearing a leather jacket, pointed at a passerby and shouted.

The middle-aged man, who was fiddling with his phone, looked up, glanced around, and pointed his index finger at himself: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you. Come here, let's talk."

The shop owner sneered, put his arm around the young man's shoulder, and dragged him into the shop without a word. "What are you doing! What are you doing! What did I do to deserve this?"

The young man wanted to resist, but when he caught a glimpse of a shop assistant reaching inside his clothes as if to take something out, he immediately calmed down.

As the two entered, the shop assistant silently came out of the store and stood guard at the door.

The boss pushed the young man into the staff break room and snatched his phone: "What's the password?"

The young man looked indignant: "What do you want to do? Is this blatant robbery?"

"robbery?"

The boss chuckled twice: "You've passed by my door three times tonight, I've seen you do that at least once. What, were you scouting the place?"

After saying that, he gave a signal to his subordinates. Two burly men, who looked more like gym instructors than convenience store employees, grabbed the young man and punched him in the stomach without saying a word.

After beating him, they searched every single pocket on his body.

They pulled out quite a few things: a switchblade, some banknotes, car keys, and a small portable monitoring and mounting folding frame.

Seeing that the body search had yielded results, the shop owner forcibly grabbed the young man's hand and pressed his fingerprint to unlock his phone.

The phone was unlocked, and the boss pulled over a chair to sit down.

But when he saw that the monitoring software in his contacts was locked again, he stood up straight before he even sat down: "Who told you to come?"

'This isn't quite right...'

The young man gritted his teeth inwardly.

........................

Someone is scouting the area around the club; surely this kind of thing should be reported to higher authorities?

Also, doesn't that person who was just arrested look familiar?
Ai Liang stroked his chin, estimating the likelihood that the guards would report to Xu Le.

Crack!

With the sound of shattering glass, a figure in sportswear burst out of the convenience store.

The shop assistant guarding the door naturally wouldn't just watch someone slip away right under his nose. He reached out, grabbed the young man's hair, and yanked him back with a force that seemed to lift his scalp.

"Um, ah?"

The shop assistant stared at the wig in her hand for two seconds, stunned.

Taking advantage of the other person's momentary daze, the young man quickly slipped into the alley next door.

The store manager, clutching his neck, crawled out of the store, his face flushed and breathless, and roared, "Damn it, don't let him get away! Cough cough cough! Everyone except Liu Zi, get him... after him!"

When the leader gave the order, everyone in the convenience store except for one person in charge of watching the store rushed forward and chased after the young man.

However, these people weren't stupid; they knew to split up into two groups.

A group of people closely followed the young man, while two others rode motorcycles to circle around to the other end of the alley to intercept him.

It's clear that these people have received some basic training.

Putting everything else aside, this approach to chasing people is at least a level above those thugs who blindly follow someone at the slightest shout.

"He was able to fight back despite being held up by so many people, so he's pretty skilled... But with all this commotion, anyone with a brain knows that someone has tracked him down here, making it even harder to catch him now."

Ai Liang watched the farce unfolding from afar, showing no intention of intervening.

But when the young man's wig was pulled off, Ai Liang's expression became somewhat subtle.

Although he was only looking at it from afar, for his information processing ability and eyesight that far exceeded that of humans, the fleeting scene was no different from a high-definition printed photo.

After removing the wig, he finally understood where that sense of déjà vu came from.

"What a coincidence."

He's back after winning the real-life revival match, but probably nobody's watching anymore...