Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated in the courtyard, and the stench of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder filled every inch of the air.

With a thought from Su Yuyang, the air inside the invincible light shield of the shelter was immediately purified.

Su Yuyang lowered his eyes to look at Song Ruhai and directly ordered, "Use it here."

He secretly pondered to himself that he could directly absorb talent source crystals with the help of the system, and had no idea what it was like for the natives to refine source crystals.

Now is the perfect opportunity to test Song Ruhai's abilities and see for ourselves what it's like for wasteland survivors to absorb source crystals and awaken their talents.

Upon hearing the sound, Song Ruhai was startled and quickly looked up at Su Yuyang in front of him.

The other person's gaze was calm. He only glanced at them and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took a deep breath of fresh air.

Song Ruhai tilted his head back, raised his hand, and swallowed the gravity talent crystal in one gulp.

The source crystal felt slightly warm upon entering the mouth, sliding down the throat and into the chest and abdomen, instantly transforming into a scalding, hot current that suddenly exploded, rushing and surging about.

Upon seeing this, Su Yuyang raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining expressionless, but secretly thought to himself, "The refining methods in the wasteland world are indeed crude and direct."

The next second, something unexpected happened.

Song Ruhai trembled violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged out, each one twisted and grotesque, like a fine spider web.

It spread down from the temples, cheeks, and neck, densely covering the entire face. The subcutaneous blood vessels were congested and swollen, almost bursting the surface of the skin on the spot.

A sharp pain instantly swept through his body. Caught off guard, Song Ruhai's legs gave way, and he fell heavily onto the cold, broken stone ground.

His body curled up and hunched over uncontrollably, his arms tightly wrapped around his chest and abdomen, and his whole body began to convulse and spasm uncontrollably.

His internal organs felt as if they were being repeatedly kneaded and torn by an invisible hand, a pain he could not bear.

Lin Xuanzhi, who had been standing by watching, panicked instantly. Her face turned deathly pale. Unable to contain her anxiety any longer, she hurriedly took half a step forward, but dared not disturb the peace.

"Sir, will Song Ruhai be alright?"

She could only turn her head anxiously to look at Su Yuyang, her beautiful eyes filled with deep worry. Then her gaze was fixed on Song Ruhai, who was struggling in pain on the ground.

He gripped the broken stones on the ground with all his might, oblivious to the fact that his fingertips were worn raw and bleeding. His legs kicked wildly and stomped against the broken bricks, and his body twisted and contorted uncontrollably, making the viewer's heart clench.

A series of mournful, suppressed screams escaped Song Ruhai's throat, echoing endlessly in the courtyard.

Hearing Lin Xuanzhi's trembling voice and seeing Song Ruhai's miserable state, Su Yuyang appeared calm on the surface, but a faint strangeness flashed in his eyes as he pondered inwardly.

"Awakening a native's talent in the wasteland is always this dangerous?"

Su Yuyang glanced at the corpses of Zhu Wenchao, Zheng Qianshan, and Wen Yunling again, wondering if it was because people's physical constitutions were so different.

Or is it that this Gravity Talent Source Crystal has an extremely high compatibility threshold, allowing Zhu Wenchao to awaken it while Song Ruhai is unable to bear it?

"My lord? Song Ruhai?"

Lin Xuanzhi pressed him for answers, but Su Yuyang completely ignored her.

He secretly grumbled to himself, knowing that Song Ruhai's awakening of his talent was something he couldn't interfere with at all.

This was the first time I had ever seen a survivor refine a source crystal, and I had absolutely no way to deal with it.

Su Yuyang could only bite the bullet and pretend to be profound, standing firmly in place and observing the situation quietly.

Time ticked by, and the excruciating pain intensified, relentlessly eroding Song Ruhai's mind.

His eyes rolled upwards repeatedly, almost completely rolling back into their sockets. His body convulsed more and more violently, and streaks of bright red blood slowly oozed from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin to the ground.

Song Ruhai's breath grew weaker and weaker, and his face turned ashen.

Seeing this, Su Yuyang's eyes darkened slightly, and he had already made a judgment in his heart.

It seems that not everyone can successfully absorb the Source Crystal to awaken their talent.

It's highly likely that Song Ruhai's physique is too weak to withstand the violent energy of the source crystal, or that his gravity talent attributes clash, and forcibly refining it would only harm his body, or even kill him.

"If this stalemate continues, we'll only be wasting our lives." Su Yuyang finally broke the silence and asked.

"Song Ruhai, how are you feeling?"

When the words reached Lin Xuanzhi's anxious ears, she assumed it was an adult about to help and rescue her. A glimmer of hope instantly ignited in her eyes, and her heart calmed down a little.

But the next second, Su Yuyang's words stunned her, and for a moment she even thought she was having tinnitus and hallucinations.

"If it really doesn't work, just give up."

Su Yuyang was truly helpless. Song Ruhai was one of the few people he had at the moment, and he really didn't want to see him die in vain.

However, he knew nothing about the awakening of talent, and even if he wanted to help, he was powerless to do so and could only let it develop naturally.

Song Ruhai, who was on the verge of fainting on the ground, had long since lost consciousness, but the obsession in his heart was burning even hotter.

He bit his tongue hard, relying on the stinging pain to stay awake, and vaguely heard Su Yuyang's words, instantly forcing out his last bit of willpower.

Song Ruhai uttered a muffled, hoarse murmur, each word uttered with difficulty.

"I...I can do it...Please rest assured, sir...I will definitely...I will become a gifted individual...I will absolutely not let you down..."

Even though it was difficult to say, one could still hear the resolute determination in Song Ruhai's heart.

"Okay, I hope you can pull through."

Su Yuyang said no more. Since Song Ruhai insisted on persisting, he naturally wouldn't try to stop him. He would leave it all to Song Ruhai's own fate.

He then turned to look at Lin Xuanzhi, who was standing beside him with a worried expression, and calmly gave her instructions.

"You stay here and keep watch. If anything unexpected happens, come find me in the building immediately."

Before Lin Xuanzhi could answer, Su Yuyang had already turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the shelter building.

Looking out over the devastated courtyard, with its collapsed walls and broken iron gate, Su Yuyang shouted in a deep voice towards the thick gray smog outside.

"You two, come in too."

Lin Xuanzhi was suddenly stunned, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, towards the gray-yellow haze outside the iron gate.

Two figures, who had been hiding for a long time, slowly emerged from the shadows of the broken wall. They were Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen.

Previously, when Zhu Wenchao and his two companions attacked Song Ruhai, Shen Changge, and Lin Xuanzhi, Zhao Xinyan desperately tried to stop them, while Jiang Xiaochen watched coldly from the sidelines.

Knowing that they were no match for Zhu Wenchao, Zheng Qianshan, and Wen Yunling, and that going forward would only be a pointless death, the two could only secretly follow behind them.

Later, rockets roared and exploded in the courtyard, filling the air with smoke. Fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, the two quietly retreated a distance and hid to observe from the shadows.

Only after the courtyard had completely returned to calm and the smoke of gunpowder had slowly dissipated did they dare to cautiously approach and investigate, thinking that it was hidden perfectly.

Little did they know that Su Yuyang had already acquired the talent of "listening to the wind," allowing him to clearly hear every rustle of grass and the slightest sound within a radius of a hundred meters.

The two men's hidden movements, suppressed breathing, and even their conversation never escaped Su Yuyang's perception.

With the shelter currently short-staffed, Shen Changge dead, and Song Ruhai's fate unknown, it was a critical time for manpower shortages, so Su Yuyang simply called the two of them in together.

At first, Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen felt a sudden tightness in their hearts upon hearing the sound, and subconsciously wanted to continue to hide in the gray-yellow smog and pretend to be dead, hoping to get away with it.

The next instant, an invisible, faint force quietly enveloped the two of them, causing their limbs to stiffen instantly, rendering them completely immobile.

A brief moment later, the feeling of confinement vanished, and his body returned to normal.

Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen's backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat, and a chill ran through them. They dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly walked into the courtyard.

The moment the two stepped through the dilapidated iron gate and saw the entire courtyard, even though they were mentally prepared, their pupils still contracted sharply, and they were filled with horror.

The walls around the collapsed iron gate were completely blown down and shattered, with charred debris, broken bricks and tiles, and blood and flesh mixed in with the rubble.

In a corner of the courtyard, the bodies of Zhu Wenchao and the other two were cold and stiff, with a large pool of dark red blood beneath them, clearly indicating that they had long since lost their lives.

Not far away, Song Ruhai was curled up on the ground, convulsing and breathing weakly, at risk of losing his life at any moment.

Lin Xuanzhi stood quietly to the side, her gaze complex and indifferent, staring straight at Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen who were walking in slowly. There was no old affection in her eyes, only indifference.

Su Yuyang stood in front of the building, glanced at it indifferently, and gave the order directly.

"You two go and look after Song Ruhai, and try your best not to let him die."

Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen frowned together, secretly resenting each other, but dared not utter a single word of disobeying the orders of the mysterious master before them.

The two could only hurry forward to Song Ruhai's side and observe his condition.

Seeing this, Lin Xuanzhi's dissatisfaction with the two of them for failing to stop Zhu Wenchao and his two companions instantly diminished by seven-tenths.

Su Yuyang ignored them and looked at the ten boxes of beef rice and five boxes of mineral water neatly stacked beside the stone steps. He then glanced at the messy and dilapidated courtyard ruins and sighed softly in his heart.

If you can't even sweep one room, how can you sweep up the wasteland?

He made up his mind that, regardless of whether Song Ruhai could survive this talent awakening, he would arrange for everyone to immediately clean the entire shelter.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the courtyard, which was a complete mess.

Lin Xuanzhi frowned, staring intently at Song Ruhai, who was convulsing on the ground. After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked softly.

"Xinyan, can Song Ruhai... still hold on?"

Zhao Xinyan quickly squatted down, observed carefully for a moment, a hint of helplessness and regret flashed in her eyes, and then turned to Lin Xuanzhi and gently shook her head.

"Xuanzhi, Song Ruhai has reached his limit. His body can't withstand the violent impact of the source crystal, and he will most likely fail to break through."

"Awakening a talent is a gamble with a slim chance of survival. Whether Song Ruhai survives or not depends entirely on his own fate; there's nothing we can do about it."

Lin Xuanzhi choked up, a bitter feeling welling up in her chest, and her eyes reddened slightly.

Shen Changge has just died tragically. If Song Ruhai were to have another accident, she would be all alone.

Lin Xuanzhi glanced at Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen subconsciously, convinced that the two were untrustworthy.

Jiang Xiaochen, who had been standing silently to the side, glanced at the mess in the courtyard and then his gaze inadvertently fell on the two rocket launchers placed at the entrance of the building. He asked aloud.

"Were all those people in the courtyard killed by that mysterious figure?"

When the ten people from the Ash Earth Camp were mentioned, hatred instantly welled up in Lin Xuanzhi's eyes, and she immediately shook her head and corrected them.

"It wasn't an adult, it was me and Song Ruhai who used rockets to kill those ten second-tier villains in the Ash Earth Camp."

They slaughtered the night watch camp, their hands stained with the blood of hundreds; today they have finally avenged their fallen comrades.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xinyan trembled violently, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from her back.

The ten second-tier talents of the Ash Earth Camp were killed by Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi with rockets.

The two instantly recalled the power that had previously imprisoned them. If they hadn't escaped then, would that mysterious figure have ordered Lin Xuanzhi to bombard them with rockets?

Jiang Xiaochen's eyes showed even greater apprehension. He subconsciously suppressed all his hidden thoughts and completely dispelled any wishful thinking.

Meanwhile, inside the lobby on the first floor of the shelter.

Su Yuyang walked into the empty, dilapidated hall and glanced around. The floor was relatively clean, and in the center of the hall, supplies were piled up into a neat little mountain.

After a long intercontinental flight and a hasty cross-border journey back to the wasteland, the initial joy of obtaining the talents [Lightning] and [Listening to the Wind] was quickly followed by exhaustion.

Su Yuyang casually found a corner and sat down on the ground.

With my back pressed against the wall, my tense nerves slowly relaxed, and drowsiness surged over me.

He fell into a deep sleep in no time.

Time passed slowly within the courtyard. Song Ruhai's convulsions gradually weakened, and his tense body slowly relaxed, ceasing its violent spasms and struggles.

The bulging blue veins on his body faded away like a spider web, and the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth gradually dried and solidified.

Lin Xuanzhi stayed by his side the whole time, while Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen took turns watching over him and keeping a close eye on his vital signs.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Ruhai's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his heavy eyes. Although his gaze was still somewhat unfocused and weak, he had regained his vitality, and his breathing had become much more steady.

He struggled to sit up, his body aching and weak, but he forced himself to sit up by sheer willpower.

Lin Xuanzhi was both surprised and delighted, and quickly stepped forward to help her up, her worried heart finally relaxing completely.

The three of them didn't dare to delay and quickly helped Song Ruhai walk slowly into the building lobby.

In a corner of the hall, Su Yuyang, with his keen senses, was able to detect approaching footsteps even while resting, thanks to his [Listening to the Wind] talent.

He opened his eyes instantly, his gaze still slightly sleepy. He glanced at Song Ruhai, who looked weak but was already awake, and a glint of light immediately flashed in his eyes.

"You actually made it through."

Su Yuyang's tone was calm, but there was a hint of joy in it.

Upon hearing this, Song Ruhai immediately stood up to bow and express his gratitude.

Unfortunately, his body was too exhausted, his legs gave way, and he staggered and almost fell heavily to the ground.

Jiang Xiaochen reacted quickly and reached out to steady him.

"It's alright. Once you've survived, just rest and recover. There's no need for such formalities."

Su Yuyang raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to be reserved, then glanced at Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen beside him and asked directly.

"What are your thoughts, you two? Have you made up your minds?"

Even before Song Ruhai woke up, the two had already learned from Lin Xuanzhi that the massive amount of supplies in the hall had been exchanged for the three of them by Su Yuyang.

Jiang Xiaochen took the lead by bowing and clasping his hands in a respectful and sincere manner.

"My lord, I am willing to follow you wholeheartedly and will obey your every command from now on!"

Zhao Xinyan followed closely behind and bowed deeply in respect.

"I too am willing to follow you, sir, and avenge our loved ones who died at the night watch camp!"

Su Yuyang nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed, but he was secretly pleased.

The shelter is in its initial stage, and taking in two Tier 1 Talent users to assist them solves the problem of manpower shortage.

He pointed to the mountain of supplies piled up in the center of the hall and reminded them.

"These beef rice bowls and bottled water were obtained by Song Ruhai, Shen Changge, and Lin Xuanzhi by exchanging 500 kilograms of gold they had collected."

He paused slightly, remembering the deceased Shen Changge, and his tone became more somber.

"Shen Changge has already left. His supplies will be shared by the four of you for the time being."

"From now on, if you want enough food and clean water, just go out and search for source crystals and gold, and come back to me to exchange them for the equivalent amount."

Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a huge weight lifted from their hearts.

They were already awakened talents, with physical strength and endurance far exceeding that of ordinary survivors. As long as they did not directly confront second-tier powerful enemies, they could easily protect themselves by searching for gold in the streets of the abandoned city.

Immediately afterwards, Su Yuyang had a thought and secretly summoned the system, instantly absorbing the ten source crystals he had previously obtained from the ten people in the Ash Earth Camp.

In an instant, the invisible protective light shield that enveloped the entire thirty-story building surged with energy, and the faint light disappeared in a flash.

After finishing all this, Su Yuyang looked up and glanced at the four people, then gave them instructions.

"I will be going out again and will be away for a while."

The four of you who remain at the shelter must first thoroughly clean the building and the surrounding courtyard, removing all debris and cleaning up the blood and grime.

"Secondly, we can search for nearby survivors scattered around and recruit the best of them to strengthen the shelter's manpower."

As for food and water, I will reserve plenty in advance, so you don't need to worry. As for how new survivors should obtain these supplies, you can discuss and figure out a solution yourselves.

Upon hearing this, Song Ruhai's heart tightened, and he looked anxious and worried.

"My lord! The Ash Earth Camp has lost a Tier 2 squad this time, and they will surely return to retaliate. I'm afraid the four of us will not be able to withstand them."

Su Yuyang glanced at him indifferently, her tone cold.

"I am not your babysitter. As for the people from the Ash Earth Camp, just hide inside the shelter building, and they won't be able to do anything to you."

Song Ruhai opened his mouth, wanting to offer more advice, but upon meeting Su Yuyang's cold gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and could only bow his head and silently agree.

"Alright, there's no need for any more unnecessary worries."

Su Yuyang raised his hand to interrupt everyone's thoughts, pointed to a spacious and flat open space in the center of the hall, and then mentally connected with the system in his mind.

hum-

A faint light appeared out of nowhere, and a dark stone base, one meter in length, width, and height, silently condensed from the void and landed steadily on the ground.

On the base, a lifelike stone statue of a young man appeared simultaneously, with eyebrows, eyes, figure, clothing and expression exactly the same as Su Yuyang himself.

Upon seeing this, Song Ruhai, Lin Xuanzhi, Zhao Xinyan, and Jiang Xiaochen widened their eyes and looked at each other in disbelief.

Su Yuyang's figure flashed suddenly, and in an instant he was beside the black stone statue, leaving behind wisps of black electric arcs floating in his afterimage.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the cool base, reminding the four of them.

"From now on, when you go out to kill zombies and slaughter mutated beasts, all the source crystals you obtain should be placed on the black stone base."

The more Source Crystals you have, the stronger the protective shield will be, the more stable the shelter will be, and the safer you will be.

Dubai International Airport, inside the individual restroom stalls.

The colorful black light suddenly subsided and dissipated, and Su Yuyang landed steadily back on the spot, his feet firmly planted on the cool, non-slip floor tiles.

He had just regained his senses when a rough and piercing British curse suddenly rang in his ears, its tone filled with unexpected fear and rage.

Looking down, I saw a portly middle-aged British man squeeze into the inner cubicle at some point. His suit collar was askew and ripped open, and the smell of tobacco emanating from him was overwhelming.

The middle-aged fat man stared in astonishment at Su Yuyang, who had appeared out of nowhere, his eyes filled with a ghostly horror.

Su Yuyang's brows furrowed sharply, and he cursed his bad luck inwardly.

The fat man, still shaken, raised his voice several octaves and was about to call for airport security again.

Not wanting to cause any further trouble, Su Yuyang subtly shifted his body, raised his hand swiftly and accurately, and placed it precisely on the soft and flexible acupoint at the back of the fat man's neck.

The force was controlled perfectly, without causing any harm to life.

His obese body went limp instantly, his eyes rolled back, and he couldn't utter a single sound. He slumped against the side wall of the cubicle, losing all consciousness.

Su Yuyang deftly unlocked the stall door, strode out of the enclosed restroom stall, his expression unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

He walked through the gleaming marble corridor, avoiding the hurried foreign travelers, and exited the airport terminal without any hindrance.

The night wind, carrying the unique heat of the desert, rushed towards me. I reached up to touch my phone and subconsciously realized that my fluency in foreign languages ​​had reached the point where I could nod "YES" and shake my head "NO."

Taking a taxi to the city center was out of the question. With no other option, Su Yuyang found a real-time translation app on his phone, scanned the roadside signs, identified the direction, and headed straight for the airport shuttle bus stop.

After queuing to have his ticket checked and boarding the train, Su Yuyang chose a quiet, secluded seat by the window and sat down, gazing silently at the night view outside.

As for whether the fat British man who had just collapsed in the bathroom would wake up and call the police, leading to further investigations, Su Yuyang had no time to worry about it.

The top priority right now is to liquidate the gold reserves; all other minor details can be put aside for the time being.

The bus smoothly drove away from the airport area and sped towards downtown Dubai.

Outside the window, the night sky, as thick and deep as ink, covered the vast wilderness. The entire edge of the desert was spotless, clean and pure except for the sand.

In the heart of the city, skyscrapers light up one after another, their dazzling lights piercing the deep night, with warm and cool colors intertwined and staggered.

Su Yuyang rested his elbow lightly on the edge of the car window, his gaze calm as he looked into the distance. At the far end of his vision, the Burj Khalifa pierced the night sky, its cool blue light strips resembling fine silver threads rising all the way to its spire.

The canal's surface is as smooth as a mirror, perfectly replicating the outlines of all the buildings, bridges, and lights along its banks. The interplay of reality and illusion makes it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake at a glance.

Throughout the journey, Su Yuyang used his "Listening to the Wind" talent. Within a hundred meters, he could clearly hear everything from the roar of traffic to the whispers of people and the soft sounds of the night wind rustling the water.

He deliberately focused his attention on screening, determined to uncover the secrets related to the underground black market, gold brokers, and large-scale gold exchanges.

There were countless noises around him, but not a single useful clue. Perhaps his foreign language skills were not yet proficient, and even with real-time translation software, he still had difficulty understanding.

The bus came to a smooth stop at the city center station, and Su Yuyang got off the bus briskly. Following the navigation on his mobile phone, he headed straight for the Fountain Views area next to the Dubai Mall.

Glancing at the Dubai Fountain just a stone's throw away, Su Yuyang weaved through the dense crowd, listening intently for over half an hour, but still to no avail.

Following the crowd, Su Yuyang chose a popular bar on the street and pushed open the door to enter.

Su Yuyang sat down at the table, casually ordered a glass of whiskey, and gently swirled the glass with his fingers, causing the liquid to ripple.

He has never liked drinking, and this was just a pretense to pretend to sit down and relax.

The surrounding crowd laughed and clinked glasses, their foreign accents mingling and joking.

The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and various perfumes, a chaotic and pungent smell that made Su Yuyang feel a little uncomfortable.

Su Yuyang stayed there for less than half an hour before getting up and leaving.

I visited seven or eight bars of different styles, but still couldn't find out a single reliable way to find a gold broker.

Left with no other choice, Su Yuyang stepped into the ninth street-facing bar. Just as he reached the edge of the counter, a seductive figure leaned straight up to him.

The girl looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a head of fluffy, dazzling golden wavy hair, dressed in a cool and revealing outfit, and her eyebrows and eyes exuded charm.

Noticing that someone was watching him, Su Yuyang turned his head and saw the blonde woman raise her eyes and wave at him, speaking in broken Chinese-accented English.

"Hi, handsome!"

Su Yuyang frowned almost imperceptibly as he responded in standard Chinese.

"What's up?"

The blonde woman with wavy hair paused for a moment upon hearing the voice, then tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling as she gave a deliberately flirtatious wink, her tone alluring.

"Want to grab a drink together?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pushed a glass of mixed low-alcohol fruit-flavored whiskey in front of her directly in front of Su Yuyang, her intentions clear and obvious.

Su Yuyang raised his hand and steadily covered the rim of the glass, his attitude distant and clear, showing no intention whatsoever of drinking with a stranger.

He never touches drinks offered by strangers or in unfamiliar places; this is his consistent bottom line.

Seeing this, the blonde woman realized that Su Yuyang was unresponsive and aloof, and instantly lost interest in continuing to pester him. She pouted in boredom, turned around, and swayed her voluptuous figure as she looked for her next target to chat up.

Su Yuyang glanced at her departing figure indifferently, then quickly looked away and continued to twirl the wine glass in his hand.

With his talent for listening to the wind, Su Yuyang frowned as he listened to the hushed conversations in every corner of the bar's booths.

I sat there for a full half hour, listening to countless idle gossips and invitations to have fun, but not a single piece of useful information was related to gold monetization or black market brokers.

After patiently waiting for more than ten minutes without any results, Su Yuyang decided to stop wasting time and turned to walk straight out of the bar.

Since we can't find any leads tonight, we might as well find a place to rest for the time being.

His gaze swept across the streets and alleys, and he spotted a budget hotel not far away. Su Yuyang quickly walked over.

After a quick check-in process, I took my room key and stepped into the long, quiet hotel corridor.

The lighting was dim, and the doors on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed. Occasionally, one could hear hushed whispers and shouts from the brothers.

Su Yuyang walked steadily forward, and just as he was about to reach the door of the corresponding room, two hurried footsteps suddenly approached from behind, almost colliding with him head-on.

Su Yuyang's senses were incredibly sharp. His body subconsciously shifted slightly, his figure effortlessly creating a half-inch gap, perfectly avoiding the collision between the two.

He casually raised his hand to hold the doorknob, preparing to swipe his card to enter, while glancing out of the corner of his eye at the figure passing by.

The two figures were one tall and one short, and the profile, hair color and body shape of one of them were clearly those of the blonde woman with long waves who had approached them in the bar earlier.

In the long, dark hotel corridor, the carpet was old and pilling, with strange stains on the edges, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap cigarettes and a mixture of Middle Eastern body odor.

Su Yuyang shook off the commotion behind him, swiped his card, pushed open the door, and gently locked it behind him.

The room was poorly furnished and dilapidated, containing only a single bed, a simple table, and a private bathroom.

The lighting was dim and yellowish, barely enough to make out objects. Su Yuyang took off his coat, stepped into the small bathroom, and turned on the cold water tap.

The cool water flowed over me, slightly calming the restlessness that was rising in my heart.

He had intended to rest for a while and sort out his plans, but unexpectedly, a series of ambiguous and noisy sounds suddenly came from the next room, with a very strong penetrating quality.

A sudden surge of restless heat rose in his heart, but Su Yuyang's expression remained unchanged. With a thought, he directly deactivated the [Listening to the Wind] talent.

Instantly, the noise from next door quieted down considerably, but it was still clearly audible.

Su Yuyang had no choice but to calm himself down, quickly wash up, dry himself off, wrap himself tightly in the thin bathrobe provided by the hotel, and walk out of the bathroom.

Lying in bed, tapping the mattress with his fingers, he thought about the most important thing right now: to safely convert his gold reserves into cash and exchange them for a full amount of US dollars.

Tonight, I wandered through many neighborhoods and through the crowds of several bars, exhausting all my efforts to find out, but I couldn't find even a single reliable clue about a black market gold broker.

This aimless wandering was a complete waste of time, and Su Yuyang thought to himself that he could no longer be like a headless fly.

Thoughts tangled together, worries weighed on my mind, and the fatigue of the past few days surged back.

Su Yuyang frowned, unable to think of a solution for a moment. He gently patted the bed, relaxing both his body and mind, and before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

As night deepened, the entire budget hotel became increasingly quiet, though sporadic sounds could still be heard from other rooms.

After an unknown period of slumber, a very faint, almost silent sound of a door lock being pried open broke the silence of the room.

The sound was so faint that a person asleep would not be able to detect it.

Su Yuyang didn't open his eyes, but his eyelids were slightly narrowed. His consciousness instantly became more and more clear. In the dim light of the room, he clearly saw a sneaky figure tiptoeing into the room.

The man walking was burly and imposing, carefully cradling a soft, limp figure in his arms, his movements hurried and flustered.

Su Yuyang's face turned completely cold, and he thought to himself, "You get what you pay for."

Cheap hotels are a melting pot of all sorts of people, with security practically nonexistent. Sure enough, you can stumble upon all sorts of shady dealings late at night.

The burly man held his breath the entire time, moving with utmost care as he made his way to the bedside, where he gently laid the figure he was holding on the outside of the berth.

After doing all this, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly. He raised his hand and silently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly letting out a sigh of relief, pretending that no one had noticed.

Just then, Su Yuyang, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes cold as he stared at the burly man.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the bed beside him and saw the blonde woman with long, wavy hair who had approached him at the bar earlier.

At this moment, her eyes were closed, her limbs were limp and powerless as she lay on the bed, her breathing weak and fluctuating, and she appeared to be in a state of life or death.

The sudden commotion instantly shattered all of the burly man's mental defenses.

Caught off guard, he was terrified. His legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily onto the cold floor. His eyes were filled with panic and confusion. He scrambled around, trying to turn around and run out of the room to escape.

Su Yuyang was filled with doubts. He hadn't figured out what the burly man's intentions were, so how could he let him get away so easily?

Su Yuyang wrapped himself tightly in his thin bathrobe, leaped into the air, covering a distance of three meters in one step, and landed with a soft thud, firmly blocking the way to the door.

Before the burly man could get up and run away, he raised his foot and delivered a precise kick, lightly stepping on the man's shoulder.

The burly man immediately fell to the ground again, wincing in pain, his body stiff and unable to move.

Su Yuyang leaned closer, his tone cold and piercing, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

The moment the man spoke fluent Chinese, the burly man looked completely bewildered, his eyes darting around, unable to understand a single word.

He looked around frantically, stealing glances at the seemingly unconscious blonde woman on the bed while timidly observing the imposing Su Yuyang.

The burly man kept making incoherent noises, which Su Yuyang found completely baffling.

Due to the language barrier, they were unable to communicate effectively and the situation remained deadlocked for a time.

Su Yuyang's brows furrowed slightly as he secretly resolved that whenever he had free time, he would hire several professional foreign language teachers at high salaries so he could study foreign languages ​​properly in his room.

Seeing this, the burly man on the ground tried to slip away through the side gap using both hands and feet.

Su Yuyang's eyes darkened, and he stepped to the side, blocking the other person's path. He raised his hand and firmly pressed down on the other person's shoulder, firmly binding him in place.

He then calmly walked to the entryway table, picked up his phone, opened a simultaneous translation app, placed it between the two of them, and asked again.

"Who are you? What happened to her? Why did you bring her to my room?"

The mechanical, smooth, simultaneous translation slowly came through, and the burly man finally understood the question, but was intimidated by Su Yuyang's imposing aura.

Su Yuyang approached step by step, his figure looming over him. The burly man could no longer contain his fear and hurriedly raised his hand to gesture, stammering as he replied into his phone.

"I... my name is Tep, she is... I accidentally killed her, and I was afraid of getting into trouble with the police, so I thought I'd sneak her into your room and frame you so I could get away."

After hearing the complete account of the events relayed by the translator, Su Yuyang instantly understood the other party's scheme.

It turns out that this villain, indulging in lust, accidentally killed someone and attempted to frame them out of thin air, pinning the murder on himself.

A cold glint flashed in Su Yuyang's eyes, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He could kill this man on the spot with just a thought.

In a flash, Su Yuyang forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

Killing someone on the spot would inevitably lead to an endless investigation, delaying his efforts to find a way to cash in the gold.

Su Yuyang suppressed his murderous intent, picked up his phone, and dialed the local police station's emergency number with one click, briefly explaining the situation at the scene and the whole story of framing the suspect.

Within twenty minutes, security patrol vehicles sped to the hotel, and several uniformed security guards quickly went upstairs to cordon off the scene.

The final examination results were clear and unambiguous: the blonde woman on the bed had no fatal external injuries, only a brief period of shock and unconsciousness.

The biological traces in the woman's body matched perfectly with those of the strong man, Tepp; no fingerprints, skin flakes, or other related traces of Su Yuyang were detected.

The room's surveillance cameras also captured the entire process of the burly man sneaking in and moving people in.

Even so, Su Yuyang was still taken back to the nearest police station and questioned throughout the entire process.

After a night of commotion, Su Yuyang walked out of the police station, and the night wind, carrying the unique dryness and coolness of the desert, rushed towards him.

Feeling extremely frustrated and irritable, Su Yuyang plopped down on the cold stone steps in front of the door, cursing inwardly that his luck this year was terrible, having been sent to the police station twice in a row.

Just as he was calming himself down, a figure staggered out from the shadows of the police station behind him, his steps unsteady and weak.

Before Su Yuyang could move aside, the figure slipped and fell to the ground beside him on the stone steps, her hair disheveled and her posture alluring.

Su Yuyang's complexion was already extremely poor, and the coldness intensified as he turned his head and glanced sideways.

The person who had collapsed in front of them was none other than the blonde woman who had been lying on the bed earlier and should have been unconscious and in shock.

The woman looked up, her eyes sparkling with laughter, showing no sign of being shaken, and took the initiative to greet him.

"Hi, handsome, my name is Diana."

Su Yuyang stared at Diana, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

"What's up?"

Diana raised her hand to brush aside the loose golden curls on her shoulder, her posture languid yet sly, and casually explained with a smile.

"That stingy and greedy bastard, Tep, only offered meager compensation. I've disliked him for a long time. I might as well go into shock and faint, scare him half to death, and vent my anger."

As she spoke, Diana didn't forget to secretly cast a flirtatious glance at Su Yuyang.

Upon learning the truth, Su Yuyang rolled his eyes helplessly, too lazy to get entangled with these street women.

Just as he was contemplating whether to get up and leave, Su Yuyang's brows suddenly furrowed, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

While waiting to give his statement at the police station, he deliberately and secretly reactivated his [Listening to the Wind] talent, covering the entire police station inside and out.

Just now, I overheard a black man whispering in the corner; it was a gang.

Diana was still chattering and trying to flirt with him, but Su Yuyang ignored her completely and got up quickly to walk to the side of the road.

Looking into the distance, I saw a black Land Rover driving away from the vicinity of the police station at an extremely high speed.

After taking another look at the target vehicle, Su Yuyang quickly scanned the surrounding streets and alleys, and soon figured out the blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

The next instant, the deep night enveloped the streets and alleys, and the [Lightning] talent was activated.

Under the cover of night, Su Yuyang moved swiftly and stealthily through the shadows of buildings and blind spots of surveillance cameras.

A black arc of electricity followed the Land Rover SUV, neither too close nor too far away.