Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"I don't know... I don't know..."

The secretary was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she had to hold onto the door frame to keep her balance.

"Just received news that all thirty-seven people in the entire police station building are dead. There's blood everywhere; not a single survivor. I heard... I heard Song Chao isn't an ordinary person; he has superpowers..."

"Superpowers?"

Zhang Jinshan suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his fat face jiggling.

"Nonsense! What superpower? There's no such thing as a superpower in this world. Did Liu Lei and the others make a mistake and let him escape, and then they made up this excuse?"

"It's true! Mr. Zhang! It's true!"

The secretary was on the verge of tears.

"The person who was keeping an eye on Yuan Qiao just called and said they saw Song Chao walking along the moat this way! He was covered in blood! It looks like he's coming to take revenge on us!"

Tang Ming's face turned completely pale.

He stumbled backward, crashing into the floor-to-ceiling window with a dull thud.

He recalled what Liu Lei had told him before: even when Song Chao was beaten for half the night and threatened with his wife and children, he refused to admit his guilt.

I recall the eyes of the Song Dynasty, swollen into slits, yet with a light as hard as stone.

He suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"Impossible... How could he possibly have superpowers..."

Tang Ming's voice trembled violently, completely losing his previous composure and strategic mind.

"Young Master Ming! What do we do now?"

Zhang Jinshan panicked and paced back and forth in his office.

"If the Song Dynasty could wipe out the entire security bureau, wouldn't killing us be as easy as slaughtering chickens for them? What should we do now? Should we call the police?"

"What's the point of reporting it to the police!"

Tang Ming roared, cold sweat streaming down his face.

He killed all the security guards, so what's the point of reporting to the police?

A surge of rage mixed with extreme fear and a hint of barely concealed jealousy churned within his chest.

He, Tang Ming, was the carefully groomed heir of the Tang family, holding billions of yuan in project resources and surrounded by a large number of bodyguards.

Why should the lowest-ranking commoners in the Song Dynasty have the power to kill with a flick of their wrist?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Tang Ming gritted his teeth, his voice trembling violently.

"He's just a migrant worker who ties steel bars, what makes him think he has this kind of ability?"

Zhang Jinshan was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the sofa, his entire body trembling like a leaf.

"Young Master Ming, forget about his reasons, let's run!"

"If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

He was about to rush towards the door when Tang Ming pulled him back.

"Run? Where to run?"

Cold sweat streamed down Tang Ming's face, his voice filled with a ruthless ferocity born of fear.

"He's coming this way right now. We ran through the main gate and bumped right into him!"

He grabbed the phone from the table and frantically swiped through the contacts, trying to find the group of private security guards he employed.

The phone had just been dialed and hadn't even been connected when the office landline suddenly rang.

The shrill ringing of the bell echoed through the empty office like a death knell.

Tang Ming was so startled that he almost dropped his phone.

Zhang Jinshan reached out and answered the phone with trembling hands. He had just uttered a "feed" when his face turned deathly pale.

"Ming, Young Master Ming... they're from the Public Security Bureau. They said... they said Special Commissioner Zhou will be here soon, and that we should stay in the office and not wander around. They'll protect our safety."

Special Envoy Zhou?

Tang Ming was stunned for a moment.

He had never heard of any Special Envoy Zhou.

"What Special Envoy Zhou?"

"I...I don't know either," Zhang Jinshan's voice trembled uncontrollably. "The other party said they were from the National Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, specifically here to handle matters concerning the Song Dynasty, and told us to rest assured that they had the ability to capture the Song Dynasty."

The Bureau of Abnormal Affairs?

Tang Ming's mind raced, vaguely recalling a provincial leader mentioning that a special department had recently been established to handle unconventional cases, with extremely broad authority.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was just an insignificant newly established organization.

I never expected it would come in handy now.

"well!"

Tang Ming felt like he had grasped at the last straw, and his face instantly turned red.

"Tell them to come quickly! Whatever support they need, I'll give them! As long as it saves our lives, I'll pay any price!"

He snatched the phone from Zhang Jinshan's hand and yelled into the receiver, "This is Tang Ming! If you can capture Song Chao, I'll donate 20 million yuan in special funds to your headquarters! I also know Committee Member Wang in the province; I'll have him put in a good word for you!"

Zhou Zhengqing's voice on the other end of the phone was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

"Stay where you are. Our people are already on their way to the Cloud Tower and will be there in fifteen minutes."

"Take care of yourself and don't open doors to strangers."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Ming let out a long sigh of relief.

He slumped into the boss's chair, wiping the cold sweat from his face; the back of his shirt was completely soaked with sweat.

Fortunately, officials came.

No matter what kind of monster the Song Dynasty was, it couldn't possibly defeat a regular army.

"Young Master Ming, are we... are we really not going to run?" Zhang Jinshan was still terrified, his lips trembling.

"Why are you running?"

Tang Ming glared at him, his usual arrogance returning to his face.

"Special Envoy Zhou is from the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, so he must have weapons to deal with this kind of monster. Let's just wait here until they capture Song Chao, then we'll be safe."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

The streets downstairs were bustling with traffic and people, looking no different from usual.

His gaze swept across the sidewalk along the moat and, sure enough, he saw a man in a black coat slowly walking towards him.

The distance was too far to see their faces clearly.

But Tang Ming's intuition told him that it was the Song Dynasty.

That damned migrant worker, that lowly person he'd trampled underfoot for three years, now dares to come looking for revenge.

Tang Ming gritted his teeth, a look of resentment on his face.

"That ignorant fool."

"Does he really think having a few superpowers means he can fly?"

"When Special Envoy Zhou's men arrive, I'll make him kneel before me, begging for life but unable to die."

"I'm going to tie him to the lab table, drain his blood, and see what kind of monster he really is."

He became increasingly harsh as he spoke, his previous fear seemingly turning into rage.

Zhang Jinshan also breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his face, and chimed in, "Exactly! Daring to go against Young Master Ming, he's got a death wish! Once we catch him, we'll tear his bones apart and feed them to the dogs!"

The two stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for the people from headquarters to arrive.

Time passed by, second by second.

Every minute and every second felt like an eternity.