Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

In a hotel in Somyeong City, Jeolla Province, Wen Yan leaned against the window.

The night outside the window was deep, and the autumn wind swept a few withered leaves past the streetlights.

The nine seeds of souls at his fingertips trembled gently, like nine sleeping hearts beating simultaneously.

Two of the seeds, one pale blue and one lake blue, belonging to Su Wanxing and Su Mingyu, vibrated particularly violently, the intense killing intent transmitted back through their soul connection almost overflowing from their consciousness.

He could clearly "see" the bloodstains all over the floor of the Emperor's Club—

The sixth-floor corridor was littered with corpses, a bodyguard pinned to the wall with an ice pick, a thug whose throat had been slashed by a water blade, and Wang Haidong and Zhang Bingkun lying in a pool of blood in the general manager's office.

Su Wanxing stood between the two corpses, panting slightly, blood still dripping from the ice blade in her hand;

Su Mingyu leaned against the door frame, the water trickling from his fingertips slowly returning to his palm.

Their eyes blazed with a burning hatred, as if they wanted to devour all the sins in the six-story building.

A faint smile appeared on Wen Yan's lips.

These two seeds were very well chosen.

It is more resilient than any other host and more decisive in its killing.

From that leaky little house in Fu'an Lane to the top floor of the Emperor Club, from being slapped in the face by Zhao Hu in the alley to personally stabbing the ice blade into Zhang Bingkun's heart, it has only been a few days.

They had transformed from two bullied orphans into killing gods capable of massacring the entire Emperor's Palace.

The power that erupted from the desperate situation was stronger than he had anticipated.

He picked up the water glass beside him, took a sip, and tapped the glass lightly with his fingertips, his consciousness spreading outward along the soul connection.

Lin Shen's [Illusion Weaving] comes with a keen sense of mental fluctuations—this ability can only cover a few dozen meters in Lin Shen's hands, but in his hands, the nine seeds resonate and overlap, making the perception range more than ten times wider than Lin Shen himself.

Within a one-kilometer radius, the mental fluctuations of all living people are as clearly discernible as fireflies in the dark. Each person's location, emotions, and even heart rate can be clearly perceived.

Soon, his consciousness passed the Emperor Club and landed on the top floor of a residential building fifty meters away.

There was a deliberately concealed aura there, as faint as a candle flame that had been suppressed to its lowest setting.

The other party was clearly professionally trained; their breathing rate was very low, and all vital signs were deliberately kept to a minimum—but this very deliberate action was the biggest flaw.

Ordinary people wouldn't squat on a rooftop in the middle of the night using such military-grade methods to control their breathing, much less lower their heart rate to this level.

Wen Yan's consciousness followed that aura and probed into it, peeling away the disguise on the other party layer by layer like peeling an onion.

Night vision binoculars, a standard-issue pistol tucked into his waistband, a walkie-talkie flashing red in his pocket, and a silver badge pinned to his chest—bearing the eagle emblem of the Special Affairs Bureau, numbered ZX-0042.

Every detail was so clear it was as if it were right in front of him; even the wear marks on the edge of the badge were clearly visible.

Zhou Zhengqing.

Special envoy from Jeolla Province.

After the six awakened individuals in Lieyang Province caused chaos, the General Administration dispatched special envoys to key provinces across the country to specifically investigate potential awakened individuals in advance.

Zhou Zhengqing is the one who was sent to Jeolla Province. He was transferred from Lieyang Province and participated in the aftermath of the Namsan Nursing Home incident. He has his own methodology for the pursuit of awakened individuals.

This person is not easy to deal with.

Wen Yan's fingertips twitched, and Shen Hanzhou's silver-gray molecular reconstruction ability became slightly hot.

He can "see" the sound coming from the miniature earphones plugged in Zhou Zhengqing's ears through his mental perception, and then use his molecular reconstruction perception ability to restore these vibrations into sound signals.

This kind of cross-ability fusion operation consumes a lot of mental energy, but it is no longer a burden for him.

The subordinate's voice came through the earpiece, speaking quickly: "Team Leader Zhou, the three squadrons of the Zhaoming City Armed Security Brigade have completed their assembly."

Equipped with 36 standard submachine guns, 4 grenade launchers, and 60 riot shields, plus logistics and communications personnel, the total number of personnel was 187.

The Federal Army's Zhaoming Garrison Battalion sent a company of 97 men to provide support, along with two vehicle-mounted mortars and two reconnaissance drones.

The transfer order, personally signed by Deputy Director Li, stated that he would assist the headquarters' operation at all costs.

"Deputy Director Li?" Zhou Zhengqing's voice was very low, but Wen Yan could catch every word through his mental perception:

"Li Zhengmin knows how to handle people. He knows that Zhang Bingkun is his sworn brother, so he was the first to get upset when Dihao got into trouble."

"That's good, though. There's strength in numbers. Let his men completely block off the three outer streets, not even a fly is allowed to get out."

"It's already sealed off. Zhaoming Avenue, Zhongshan Road, and Renmin Road are all under lockdown, and five armored vehicles have blocked all fire lanes."

Residents of nearby buildings are being evacuated, reportedly for gas pipeline maintenance.

"Very good." Zhou Zhengqing paused, his voice carrying a hint of triumphant excitement: "Notify everyone to wait for my order before taking action."

Those two awakened individuals had just fought their way out of the Emperor's Mansion, and their mental energy must have been greatly depleted; they were at their weakest point right now.

"Once they come out of the main gate, fire a volley of tranquilizer darts to cover them; if that doesn't work, use grenades. Make sure they are captured alive."

"yes!"

After listening to the entire conversation, Wen Yan gently tapped his fingers three times on the windowsill.

Two hundred and eighty-four people.

Submachine guns, grenades, mortars, drones, and armored vehicles.

To deal with two siblings who had only been awakened for less than three days and had not yet experienced a real battle.

This show of force is intended to crush the Su siblings and Emperor Group into dust.

He looked up in the direction of Lin Shen, his consciousness extending there once again along the soul connection.

Su Wanxing and Su Mingyu had just killed Wang Haidong and Zhang Bingkun and were taking a short rest in their office on the sixth floor, completely unaware that a trap had been set up outside.

The two were still highly agitated, their killing intent undiminished, but Wen Yan sensed that their energy was already waning—

I fought my way from Fu'an Lane to the sixth floor of the Emperor's Mansion, going through at least seven or eight battles. I used the ice spikes and water blades countless times, and my mental energy was already more than half depleted.

Facing over two hundred fully armed soldiers in this state, they had less than a one percent chance of winning.

Of course, he wouldn't let these two newly sprouted seeds be nipped in the bud by the authorities.

Wen Yan lightly tapped his fingertip, and a faint spiritual fluctuation was transmitted through another milky-white soul seed.

Those were seeds belonging to Lin Shen, who was currently organizing information about the Five Mountains Society's secret base in a safe house twenty minutes away by car. Upon receiving the instructions, Lin Shen subconsciously frowned.

Wen Yan could sense Lin Shen's confusion—that sudden sense of guidance was too strange, as if someone was repeatedly emphasizing the same coordinates in his mind: Emperor Club, top floor, with companions, go there immediately.