The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

"He Chenguan is a free hunter who makes a living with a cheetah. We have to look like the kind of duo who have been struggling at the bottom of society for many years."

The cheetah tucked its ears back, as if it were not happy about it.

"Be careful once you're inside. Don't use your electric powers unnecessarily, and don't open the spatial portals carelessly."

The cheetah flicked its tail twice, looking a little aggrieved.

I haven't even had a chance to show off my new skills yet, and now I have to keep them hidden away.

Feeling the power within its body, which had reached the seventh level and was still slowly increasing, the leopard silently licked its paw.

Forget it, I'll stick with my master; at least I'll get meat to eat.

The cheetah lay dejectedly on the ground, the electric arcs at the tip of its tail flashing on and off. Combined with its newly grown purple fur, it looked like a large cat sulking in a corner after being scolded by its owner.

Chen Guan ignored it; he still preferred the unruly leopard it had been when they first met. Then he opened the system shop.

The system shop interface appeared before his eyes. He flipped through it for a while, and his gaze settled on an item.

Faceless

[Anti-spy mask. When worn, it can block all sensory-based supernatural detection targeting facial features, including but not limited to mental regression, memory comparison, and facial recognition techniques.]

[Note: This item does not alter appearance or provide camouflage; it only blocks the reading of facial information at the ability level.]

Price: 12000 popularity points.

Chen Guan checked his popularity points balance and decided to redeem them anyway.

A mask appeared in his hand.

It is pure white, and the material feels like some kind of thin porcelain shard. The edges are undecorated, the surface is smooth, without any patterns, and there is no mouth opening, not even a hole for the eyes.

A completely blank face.

It's a bit like the white tiger's mask, both being white, but at least the white tiger's mask has a pair of empty eye sockets and a grinning mouth, while this one doesn't even have those, looking as clean as a blank piece of clay that hasn't had its features painted on yet.

Isn't this a kind of corporate culture?

Chen Guan put the mask on his face and tried it out.

Vision was unaffected; looking out through the mask was just as clear as looking without it. But from the outside, the white mask appeared as a flat, empty plate.

Chen Guan examined the mask from all angles to confirm how it was worn.

This device doesn't need to be worn on the face all the time. Its anti-spy effect is passive; it works as long as it's worn close to the body. The difference is that the effect weakens when worn close to the body, and it can only achieve complete isolation when worn directly.

He thought for a moment, then placed the mask against his chest inside his underwear, covered it with his clothes, and made it completely invisible from the outside.

The reduced passive effect is enough for daily use; it's not like he can't use illusions.

In a place like Rusty Harbor, where all sorts of people mingle, there are indeed people with psychic abilities, but most of them are just lone wolves.

He is not alone. Even excluding Lao Ji, he also has Leopard. If you and I, master and servant, join forces, how can we possibly defeat him?

He wasn't afraid unless he faced a mental being of the seventh rank or higher.

That's still a head-on confrontation.

What Chen Guan needs to do now is not to confront anyone head-on, but to blend in and become an inconspicuous casual laborer.

He Chenguan doesn't need to attract attention.

He just needs to be ordinary enough.

Chen Guan sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the smooth edge of the mask.

The issue of identity has been half resolved.

His face cannot be identified or associated with by supernatural means, but physical identification still relies on the disguise itself.

In the ID photo that Baihu gave him, He Chenguan's hair was longer and messier than it is now, and his overall demeanor was more decadent.

This is easy to do, not troublesome at all.

He wasn't too worried about the cheetah.

He glanced down at the cheetah nestled at his feet.

Its fur had changed color from head to tail, with purple pupils and occasional arcs of purple electricity flashing from the tip of its tail.

This leopard looks completely different from the lightning cheetah from two days ago.

Most people wouldn't associate a purple-furred mutated cheetah with the cheetah carrying a coffin at Huaqing Academy.

Chen Guan patted the cheetah's head.

"Starting tomorrow, your name will be..."

The cheetah looked up at him, its ears perking up.

"Call her Azi."

It slapped its tail, clearly annoyed by the sound.

Chen Guan watched its purple tail swishing back and forth, and thought for a moment: "Should we call it A-Dian?"

The cheetah turned and glanced at him, its look roughly translating to, "Are you serious?"

"You choose one."

The cheetah lowered its head and scratched the floor twice with its front paws, as if gesturing something.

After paddling twice, it stopped, looked up at him, and flicked its tail twice.

"What are you drawing? I don't understand."

The cheetah was getting impatient and scratched twice more, this time with more force, leaving shallow claw marks on the floor.

Chen Guan stared at the two marks for a moment.

One horizontal line, one vertical line, one horizontal line, one vertical line.

"rich?"

The cheetah shook its head.

"well?"

The cheetah's ears twitched, but it still shook its head, this time shaking it even more vigorously, as if it desperately wanted to transform into a human immediately.

"Forget it, you're just a leopard, don't make things difficult for yourself."

Chen Guan stood up: "Let's call her Xiao Zi. We'll decide when we get to Xiugang."

The cheetah lay on the ground and let out a low growl, as if expressing its deep dissatisfaction with the naming process.

Chen Guan ignored it, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and prepared to rest.

……

The next day.

Rusty Port.

The announcement on the platform came out in a muffled accent, the sound coming from overhead speakers mixed with static.

The city was too old and too dilapidated, as if it had been forgotten. There were no teleportation arrays, and the trains were still in use long ago.

The exit was small, with two old-fashioned iron gates half-open. Most of the paint on the door frames had peeled off, revealing the rusty iron underneath.

Chen Guan pulled his coat collar up and walked through the exit with his head down.

There were no ticket inspectors or security check equipment.

The train station in Ruian was probably the most perfunctory transportation hub he had ever seen. It was more like a large shed with a platform than a station.

The corrugated iron sheets on the roof creaked in the sea breeze, and several load-bearing columns were covered with all sorts of little "GG" stickers, in various colors, most of which were so blurred that they were no longer legible.

The square in front of the station wasn't really a square; it was just a small open space, the ground of which was uneven cement with puddles of rainwater that had accumulated in the corners. The water was grayish-green and littered with cigarette butts and plastic bags.

It seems to belong to a completely different era from the glamorous Taipei.

Chen Guan stood outside the station exit and looked up at the sky.

It was gloomy and inexplicably depressing.

The bus stop sign on the sidewalk was crookedly stuck in a gap in the sidewalk, with a handwritten route chart pasted on it. The handwriting was clearer than the little boy at the station.

East Wharf, third stop.

While waiting for the car, Chen Guan looked around.

The first impression of Russo-Port is not dilapidation, but weariness.