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

He Chenguan's identity cannot be linked to Bal in any way.

Once you admit it, everything that follows doesn't add up.

A person who has a contract with Baal cannot be only of the third or fourth rank, cannot be a casual laborer in Warehouse 13, and certainly cannot need to make a living by doing such work.

Guan Jinyue, please stop asking. I don't want to give myself away...

Chen Guan secretly groaned; Guan Jinyue was sometimes unexpectedly stubborn.

Of course, if they weren't so stubborn, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Guan Jinyue remained silent.

After a moment, she looked away.

"What's your name?"

"He Chenguan".

"He Chenguan," Guan Jinyue repeated the name.

"I will remember."

Chen Guan didn't reply. Guan Jinyue probably had a bit of OCD; he liked to remember people's names.

Guan Jinyue turned around, her long silver hair leaving a faint trail of light in the darkness before disappearing into the narrow alley between the two containers.

The leopard relaxed, its muscles, which had been tense for so long, finally loosened. It let out a low growl and buried its head under Chen Guan's palm.

Chen Guan patted its head without saying a word.

He knew that Guan Jinyue hadn't really gone far; she had simply stopped bringing up the topic.

She probably had other things to do and just happened to drop by to see him.

……

Chen Guan leaned against the shipping container, looking up at the small patch of night sky peeking through the gaps in the corrugated iron roof. There was no moon or stars, and thick clouds pressed down on the entire sea. The salty smell in the air was even stronger than before.

The walkie-talkie was clipped to his waist, and Channel 3 was quiet. No one called Southeast Corner anymore, nor did anyone call Hoodie.

There was no sign of anything happening on the bald man's side, nor on the short-haired woman's side.

About ten minutes later...

Chen Guan picked up the walkie-talkie and glanced at it. Channel 3 was still silent. He pressed the call button.

"Is anyone there? Calling from the northeast corner."

The static crackled for two seconds, then the bald man's voice came out, sounding impatient as if he'd been woken up.

"Stop yelling, nobody cares. That guy in the hat has disappeared, and there's been no sound from the southeast corner. I think this job is probably off."

"What should we do then?" Chen Guan's tone carried the bewilderment one would expect from a casual laborer.

"What to do? Just stay at your post and wait until dawn. If you don't get paid, so be it. This isn't the first time something like this has happened."

After the bald man finished speaking, he stopped talking. Although he had a bad temper, he was still an honest person and was willing to explain to Chen Guan.

The short-haired woman remained silent, and it was unclear whether she was dead or alive.

As long as she doesn't run into Guan Jinyue head-on, she's probably still alive; she's not some kind of murderer.

Chen Guan put the walkie-talkie back on his waist.

The lights were still on at berth number three, but the figures carrying the loads had stopped. From a distance, it looked like someone was standing still, perhaps waiting for instructions, or perhaps they had sensed something.

A few minutes later, several shouts came from the berth. It was unclear what they were saying, but they sounded urgent.

Then came the sound of running, several people running haphazardly in one direction.

The direction of cold storage room number three.

The coffin remained unmoved.

His mission was to stay here, infiltrate the new circus, figure out how the organization operated and its personnel structure, and then wait for news from White Tiger.

What Guan Jinyue does is her business.

All he needs to do is be a good He Chenguan.

Unless Baal interferes, he won't meddle. Guan Jinyue isn't a reckless person; he must have something to rely on to come here. So, it's probably none of his business.

The leopard lay at his feet, its purple pupils fixed on the commotion in the distance, its tail swaying gently twice.

"Stop looking." Chen Guan patted its back; it felt as good as ever.

The commotion lasted for about twenty minutes.

Someone tried to contact them using a walkie-talkie. A few words came through intermittently on channel three. The voice was neither that of the bald man nor the short-haired woman. It was someone Chen Guan had never heard of before, probably one of the people unloading the cargo.

"The cold storage was opened, the goods are gone, and the guards are nowhere to be found."

"What do you mean by 'disappeared'?"

"It's just gone. There's nothing on the ground. The door was torn open from the inside, and there are cracks in the wall. It doesn't look like something left by a normal superpower."

"Where are the people on the outer perimeter? In the southeast corner?"

"Unable to contact."

"Where's the team leader?"

"We can't get in touch with them either."

There was a long silence on the walkie-talkie.

Chen Guan leaned against the container, his expression calm, thinking to himself, Guan Jinyue is indeed clean in his work.

Using spatial abilities to steal things is akin to a dimensional attack. She could tear open the cold storage, take the goods, and then seal the entrance. The whole process would take no more than a few minutes, and by the time others arrived, she would already be gone.

Chen Guan and the others also gathered together, and the short-haired woman was indeed still alive.

As dawn broke, the iron gate was pushed open from the outside.

It wasn't a hoodie that arrived, nor was it the gray jacket that was assigned tasks last night.

It was someone Chen Guan had never seen before.

The woman was in her thirties, wearing a long black trench coat, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, her features were ordinary, but her temperament was extraordinary.

Two men followed behind her, both dressed in dark clothes, expressionless, and carrying weapon cases.

The bald man sat up straight when he saw the woman.

The short-haired woman put down her enamel cup and stood up.

Chen Guan leaned against the wall, showing no reaction.

"You all know what happened last night," the woman said, her voice devoid of any unnecessary words.

No one responded.

"Of the five casual laborers on the outskirts, two are missing, one coordinator is missing, and two guards at the cold storage are missing."

Her gaze swept from the bald man to the short-haired woman, and finally landed on Chen Guan.

"You're new here."

"Um."

"He Chenguan?"

"right."

"Last night you were standing in the northeast corner, and cold storage room number three is less than 80 meters southwest of your position."

"Yes."

"Didn't you hear anything?"

Chen Guan took the walkie-talkie from his waist and waved it in his hand.

"I heard some of it."

Chen Guan did not choose to deny it. In this situation, it would be abnormal to say that he hadn't heard anything. The southeast corner was not too far from his position, and completely pretending to be deaf and dumb would only arouse more suspicion.

When did you hear that?

"About ten minutes after losing contact in the southeast corner, someone shouted a few times from berth number three, followed by the sound of running towards the cold storage."

"That's all?"

That's all.

Chen Guan spoke at a moderate pace and answered honestly, like a dutiful but limited-ability casual worker.

The woman stared at him for a few seconds, her gaze lingering on his mask.

"Take off the mask."

Chen Guan reached out and took off the mask, his movements very cooperative.

The woman glanced at him, but instead of using her mental energy to investigate like the woman in the hoodie, she observed him with her naked eye for two seconds before looking away.

"Your position was in the northeast corner, less than 80 meters from the cold storage. Someone broke in and stole all the goods, and you didn't notice anything?"

"My job is to watch the northeast corner, not the cold storage."

Chen Guan put the mask back on, his tone tinged with a hint of grievance.