You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

The bald, burly man pulled over a stool, sat down casually, and put one foot on the stool next to him.

The "little squirrel" he used was clearly an insulting nickname.

The air in the restaurant instantly froze!

Zhao Fabai's men immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks, their faces turning ashen, and their hands unconsciously reached for their waists or under the table.

Several team members wore expressions of tension and anger, with two of the younger ones staring intently at the group, their chests heaving violently.

Zhao Fabai stood up abruptly, barely suppressing his anger.

Basong!
This is not your 'Blood Jackals' territory! Get out!"

Chen Yang noticed that in Zhao Fabo's eyes, besides anger, there was also a hint of barely perceptible fear.

The bald, burly man known as Basong laughed heartily, glancing contemptuously at Zhao Fabai's nervous subordinates.

"Territory? Bah! In this area, whoever has the biggest fist and the most guns calls the shots! I'm just here to eat, so what? You think you can kick me out?"

A skinny, monkey-like man with gloomy eyes and triangular features immediately chimed in.

"The boss is right! 'Little Squirrel,' bring over that bowl of meat you have, and have that girl behind you pour the boss a drink, and we'll do you the honor of having a meal here! Hahaha!"

He was pointing to a young woman next to Zhao Fabai who was responsible for clearing away the dishes.

"fart!"

One of Zhao Fabai's hot-tempered young players couldn't help but curse and step forward!

"court death!"

The man with the triangular eyes slammed his hand on the table with incredible speed, charging forward like a wolf pouncing on its prey and throwing a punch!
Although he was lean, his speed far exceeded that of an ordinary person! His fist pierced the air, carrying a faint, menacing wind, and headed straight for the young team member's temple!
Zhao Fabai's men never expected the other side to go for the kill! Several team members cried out and tried to stop them, but were subtly surrounded by several other burly men from Basong's side.

Just as the triangular-eyed man's fist was about to strike, how could flesh and blood withstand such a ferocious blow!
Just then, it seemed as if space itself distorted.

A hand with distinct knuckles, not particularly thick but extremely steady, suddenly reached out from the side, its five fingers like iron clamps, and precisely gripped the wrist of the man with triangular eyes.

Click!

A soft, yet teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

Immediately following was a piercing scream from the triangular-eyed man!
Chen Yang had somehow found himself standing between the two men who were fighting. He was still holding a bowl in one hand, and easily gripped the wrist of the man with the triangular eyes with the other. His eyes were calm and unwavering, as if he were just casually brushing away a speck of dust.

"Noisy."

The two words were uttered lightly.

"Damn it! Where did this pretty boy come from! He's asking for it!"

Basong was both shocked and furious. He hadn't seen how Chen Yang made his move at all! But a surge of violent energy overwhelmed him, and he couldn't care less. With a roar, his massive body, as large as a wall, pounced on Chen Yang with terrifying force! His fan-like hands opened wide, muscles bulging, and a fierce wind swept directly towards Chen Yang's head!

That one blow was enough to shatter the stone tablet!

The moment he lunged, Chen Yang clearly saw that Basong's exposed skin bulged with even more ferocious bluish-black veins, as if inflated, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot. A strong and familiar stench, a mixture of blood and chemical agents, wafted over him!

Gene serum! And it's almost identical in origin to the assassin in Binhai and those who ambushed him! Chen Yang's pupils suddenly contracted!
Just as Wang Shengxiong was about to make a move, Chen Yang's eyes sharpened, and doubts surged like crashing waves in his heart.

"It's this stuff again!"

Faced with Basong's thunderous attack, he didn't even put down the bowl in his right hand. His left hand, seemingly casually raised, met the oncoming giant hand!
Snapped!
A sound that wasn't loud, but was unusually muffled, exploded out!

The expected scene of bones shattering did not occur.

Chen Yang didn't move an inch, his left hand effortlessly blocking Basong's giant hand! The immense force was transmitted to the ground, and the hard soil beneath his feet silently cracked open with fine fissures.

Basong, whose attack missed and whose force rebounded, felt as if his violent palm strike had struck a rock that had been tempered a thousand times! The force of the recoil caused him to stagger back three or four steps before regaining his balance, his face filled with disbelief and horror!

A numbing, excruciating pain shot through his palm.

"Let's go together! Chop those two troublemakers up!"

Basong's eyes turned completely red, and he roared madly at his men.

The other three men roared and brandished the machetes and pistols they had hidden, then lunged at Chen Yang and Wang Shengxiong!

These people possessed speed and strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and their eyes gleamed with a frenzied, beast-like light!

"Hmph! They're courting death!"

Wang Shengxiong snorted angrily, and like a tiger released from its cage, his tall figure advanced instead of retreating.

His movements were devoid of any fancy techniques, relying solely on pure power and speed.

In a single exchange, a side kick so fast it was almost blurry, one of the burly men wielding a gun didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before his chest caved in, and he slammed against the wall like a broken sack, unconscious. Another punch followed, a dull thud accompanied by another burly man flying backward, coughing up blood.

Chen Yang, on the other hand, was much more composed, as if strolling leisurely. Dodging the fierce slashes of the two cleavers, he lightly touched the edge of the table with his toes, appearing like a ghost beside the last two enemies. With his left index and middle fingers forming a sword, he swiftly and lightly brushed past the carotid arteries in their necks.

The two men froze abruptly, their eyes bulging, all their strength draining away like a receding tide, and they collapsed limply, unconscious. It was so fast that even Scarface couldn't see his movements clearly.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye! In just a few seconds, the "Blood Jackal" five-man group, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before, were now left standing there dumbfounded, with only Basong remaining!
The last trace of madness in his eyes was replaced by boundless fear!
He finally realized just how incredibly tough the situation was!

"You...you all..."

Basong pointed at Chen Yang, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Chen Yang slowly walked up to him, his eyes as cold as a deep abyss, making every hair on Basong's body stand on end. Without a word, Chen Yang reached out with lightning speed and grabbed Basong's throat. The immense pressure instantly made the arrogant bald, burly man's eyes roll back, his tongue sticking out uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the fear of death.

"Who provided you with the medicine?"

Chen Yang's voice was deep and sharp, each word like a cold needle piercing Basong's nerves.

"Or rather, who are you working for?"

He slightly reduced the pressure on his hand, allowing Basong to breathe and speak with difficulty.

“Cough…cough…it’s…a masked man…every transaction takes place…in the old market in the eastern suburbs of the city…I only know…his code name is… ‘Old Weasel’…cough…” Under the threat of death, Basong showed no backbone and intermittently revealed what he knew.

"Old Weasel?" Chen Yang's eyes grew even more profound.

"Besides this 'Old Weasel,' who else do you take orders from? Do you have any contact with the 'Pandora' base?"

He quickly associated the name with the gene base that Zhao Fabai had mentioned.

“Pandora…no…I don’t know…I was only responsible for…the outer perimeter…guarding and some cleanup…tasks… ‘Old Weasel’ he…he said we were strong…and could take over more territory…”

Basong answered in alarm, clearly unfamiliar with the name, or perhaps not of a high enough rank to know it.

Chen Yang stared into Basong's eyes and knew that the man was not lying.

Unable to extract any further secrets, he unleashed his power. Without a sound, Basong fainted.

The restaurant was in a complete mess.

Zhao Fabai and his men were utterly shocked, their gazes toward Chen Yang and Wang Shengxiong filled with awe and lingering fear.

They knew these two were strong, but they never imagined they were this incredibly strong!

But Chen Yang's heart sank suddenly because of this brief conflict and the state of Basong and the others.

He crouched down and carefully examined the unconscious Basong and the several "Blood Jackal" members who had fallen to the ground.

That inhuman power, the signs of overexertion left after being forcibly activated by the drug, and the unstable fluctuations emanating from deep within the body, mixed with toxins and an aura of destruction... it all looked so familiar!
"Brother Wang."

Chen Yang stood up, his face as solemn as frost, his voice low and deep.

Something's not right.

The drugs they used, in terms of both effectiveness and scent... were almost identical to those drugs used on the scum who attacked us back home last time! Even the signs of exhaustion after their rampage were exactly the same!

Upon hearing this, Wang Shengxiong's expression changed. He squatted down to examine the body and nodded heavily after a moment.

That's right!
That disgusting smell of rotting flesh mixed with chemicals, you can't be wrong!

"Damn it, how did this piece of junk end up in this remote corner of Africa?"

A huge dark cloud instantly enveloped Chen Yang's heart. The tragedy at the Binhai City gene factory, the assassinations and ambushes in Binhai City, the "Pandora" base controlled by African warlords, and the homologous drugs found on these local thugs... These seemingly scattered points were tightly connected by an invisible black thread called the "Heavenly Alliance"!

"The large-scale abuse of this drug, forcibly stimulating the potential of ordinary people, and even creating monsters... is depleting the very essence of life!"

Chen Yang's voice carried a chill.

"If this continues, not only will countless people become cannon fodder who lose their minds, but it will also cause irreversible pollution and damage to the environment and even the cycle of spiritual energy in the world!"
Once these 'poisonous flowers' proliferate and the true revival of spiritual energy has yet to unfold, this world will likely be utterly destroyed by them—forced to grow and destined to wither quickly! At that point, where will ordinary people find the opportunity to comprehend the world, absorb spiritual energy, and steadily improve themselves?

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"There must be a giant hand behind this... manipulating and orchestrating! Using this evil and shortcut method, they are annihilating all future possibilities!"

A strong intuition told him that this suddenly appearing "Old Weasel," even if he was just a minor character, could be a clue! While Basong and the others were unconscious and the enemy's stronghold might not be alerted yet, he had to follow the trail immediately!

"Brother Zhao!"

Chen Yang made a decisive decision.

“These people may have accomplices, so we can’t let them stay any longer. I’d appreciate it if you and Brother Wang could stay here to handle the aftermath, reassure the villagers, and stabilize the situation.”

He pointed to Basong and the others on the ground.

"Try to get them to talk and see if we can dig out any more information about 'Old Weasel' or the person behind him. I have more important things to do; I must find out the details about that 'Old Weasel'!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yang's figure vanished silently from the chaotic village of restaurants, like a ghost merging into the air.

He concealed his presence, accelerated to the maximum speed, and sped towards the old goods market on the eastern outskirts of the city, following the directions given by Basong.

Soon, a dilapidated and desolate waste recycling plant came into view at the edge of the horizon.

The tall, rusty metal walls, piled high with wrecked cars and twisted metal scrap, form a complex labyrinth of light and shadow.

Chen Yang climbed to the top of the highest iron frame like a gecko climbing a wall, taking in the entire freight yard.

His sharp gaze quickly locked onto a seemingly abandoned shack in the corner. An inconspicuous black sedan was parked in front of the shack, and a man wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap pulled low was smoking, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. The man was not tall, but his movements were somewhat slippery.

"This should be it... 'Old Weasel' or his contact point..."

Chen Yang thought to himself.

Taking advantage of the moment the man in the baseball cap turned around, Chen Yang swooped down from the height like a wisp of smoke, using the layers of waste piles as cover, and in a few flashes, he approached the back window of the small house without anyone noticing.

The window was old and worn, with thick oilcloth curtains drawn inside, but there was a gap near the base of the wall.

Chen Yang crouched low, held his breath, and focused his attention to achieve optimal listening ability before cautiously approaching the gap.

Inside the house, a deliberately hushed conversation could be heard, in the local dialect mixed with some broken English.

Chen Yang didn't understand the local dialect, but the scattered English words and the tone of the conversation allowed him to roughly grasp the key information—they were urging the transfer of some kind of "goods" as soon as possible, demanding that the other party strengthen the guard around the base, and especially emphasizing that the safe transfer channel for the "goods" must be kept clear. It seemed that due to some kind of "insufficient stability of the new formula," the "goods damage" was relatively high...

Chen Yang's fingers moved quickly and silently on the terminal in his pocket, using the angle and gap to activate the miniature camera's continuous photo and audio recording functions.

He risked adjusting the camera to the best angle to capture the blurry silhouettes of people inside the room, especially the hand that one person was signing when another handed him a document with a special symbol on it.

That symbol... in its blurriness, carried a sharp, angular quality, and vaguely looked familiar.

"The base perimeter is secure... The cleanup team has lost contact... 'Hyena' boss is pressing for more..."

A slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of complaint.

"What's the panic! There will be arrangements from above! Get these 'samples' out of here first! If anything goes wrong and the 'Holy Envoy' blames us, we'll all be dead!"

Another, more composed but also colder voice hissed in a low voice.

The other party used the Chinese pronunciation of the word "Holy Envoy"!
It's the "Holy Envoy" again! Chen Yang was shocked! It's exactly the same mysterious high-ranking official who attacked the Jianghe Group in China and signed "Saint's Bone"!
Just then, the man in the baseball cap smoking outside seemed to notice a very faint noise coming from the back window and turned around alertly. (End of Chapter)