I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

Verbal communication seems completely impossible; this guy seems to have gone mad, and there's no way to talk to him. However, if you want to defeat him, relying solely on your physical abilities and hand-to-hand combat skills would put you at a significant disadvantage.

If we were to fight using realms...

No, no, absolutely not. I can't let tide get involved in this incident. This is my business, my personal matter, and I can't drag her into it.

"Oh oh oh♂——"

Spartacus roared, preparing to charge once more. Li Cheng pondered for a moment, then decided that it would be better to find a way to escape this place.

We can't waste too much energy on this guy. It's a bit embarrassing, but let's figure out a way to escape first.

Thinking this, Li Cheng crouched down slightly, preparing to run. But before he could make a move, a woman's voice rang out.

"Mr. Spartacus, Mr. Spartacus, please stop! He is not an oppressor! This gentleman is not an oppressor!"

She was the wife of the family that Li Cheng had saved earlier. She was running towards them breathlessly, shouting as she ran.

"Hey, don't come any closer! This guy's gone mad, he won't listen to you!"

Li Cheng shouted loudly, trying to get the woman to stop, but to his surprise, Spartacus, who had been standing opposite him with a wild expression, let out a "Huh," and his violent aura actually subsided.

"Isn't he an oppressor?"

Standing two meters tall and with a robust build, Spartacus, wearing only steel underwear, tilted his head, blinked, and asked with a somewhat puzzled expression, looking rather naive.

"Yes, yes, he's not an oppressor, he's the benefactor who saved our family, he's the rebel!"

The woman rushed between the two, panting heavily, and looked up, speaking loudly to Spartacus in front of her.

"...Is that so? It seems I misjudged him. He clearly exudes such an oppressive aura,"

Spartacus shook his head, his fighting spirit completely vanished.

"Or perhaps, the future oppressors? Hehe, never mind. For the sake of this moment's resistance, we shouldn't dwell on things that haven't happened yet. For now, I'll consider you the one resisting."

With that, Spartacus revealed his eerie smile once more, and then turned and left.

What... what is this?

His sudden appearance, his sudden fight with Li Cheng, his sudden cessation of fighting, and his sudden departure...

Li Cheng felt extremely confused about the current situation.

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Section 177, Chapter 4: The Rebel Camp

In the afternoon, the scorching sun baked the earth across the continent, and the rising heat disturbed the air. Every exposed patch of ground reached an astonishing temperature. If you buried an egg in the ground at this hour, it would probably be cooked in just a few minutes.

Li Cheng raised his palm to shield his eyes from the blazing sun and slowly walked forward.

Beside him, the mother and daughter he had rescued earlier followed, slowly making their way forward. Ahead of Li Cheng, Spartacus carried the wounded man on his back. The group moved forward together and soon entered a forest.

As an economically underdeveloped continent, Africa has many resources and lands that have not been fully developed. In contrast, the destruction of its pristine natural environment is much less compared to other places.

That's why, after entering this tall, dense primeval forest, Li Cheng felt at least six different kinds of insects crawling all over his body. If he weren't confident in the toughness of his skin and genuinely unafraid of insects, Li Cheng probably would have jumped up by now.

"Speaking of which, this place is actually quite dark."

Li Cheng looked up at the almost impenetrable ceiling above him and muttered to himself.

The environment within the dense forest was quite dark, with the lush trees blocking out the blazing sun. This was undoubtedly good news for the group on foot, but although they were spared the scorching sun, the temperature did not drop at all; instead, it became even more muggy and humid, making the walk even more uncomfortable.

"Mr. Li Cheng, are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Beside him, a woman holding her daughter's hand looked over with some concern and asked.

"It's alright. An A-level martial artist won't be affected by a slight change in temperature. Besides, compared to the climate in my hometown, the temperature here is actually quite good."

Li Cheng replied with a smile, saying that he wasn't just making things up. Due to geographical and environmental reasons, the China Alliance frequently experiences extreme weather. In terms of high temperatures alone, it surpasses that of Black Africa.

The woman looked somewhat puzzled, clearly not quite believing what Li Cheng had said. Li Cheng didn't bother to explain, but simply smiled and continued walking forward.

The group continued onward, walking for two or three hours. During this time, Spartacus led the group in circles, constantly looking left and right, as if searching for and confirming something. After repeating this process more than ten times, they passed through a thicket of bushes, and the surroundings suddenly opened up.

Many tents came into view, with many people moving about inside. Li Cheng saw soldiers walking quickly in silence, as well as many people dressed as civilians, and a few children and elderly people. There was no loud talking; most people were silent or exchanging quick, quiet conversations, focused on their own tasks, and everything seemed orderly.

Is this the rebel camp?

Despite being a team organized entirely by civilians, lacking formal training, sufficient weaponry, and powerful fighters, they were remarkably organized. Li Cheng couldn't help but glance at Spartacus's back as he carried the wounded man ahead—a man who appeared to be nothing more than a muscular, seemingly eccentric figure.

"Medics and assigning officers, come out here!"

Spartacus placed the wounded man on a wire bed in an open space and shouted loudly. Soon, two unshaven men ran over and stopped in front of Spartacus.

"Medic, this man has suffered a serious gunshot wound. He's yours. Assignment officer, the woman and child next to him are his family. Take them away and make a record."

Completely different from his wildness when fighting Li Cheng at the beginning, Spartacus was now calmly giving orders. After giving his instructions, he turned around and gave Li Cheng a rather eerie smile.

"So, finally, you rebels who want revenge for past oppression, come with me."

Li Cheng nodded and followed Spartacus deeper into the camp. They walked until they reached the edge of the camp, where they found a small, inconspicuous tent. Spartacus went in first, and Li Cheng followed closely behind. Inside the small tent were many communication devices, all of which appeared to be broken. A man was operating a computer inside, occasionally tapping on the keyboard.

"If you want to find out anything, just ask him. He's Kress, one of my most capable men, in charge of intelligence. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Hmph, I hope you can carry out your revenge beautifully, you rebel."

Spartacus spoke to Li Cheng, flashing his two rows of white teeth and revealing his rather eerie smile before turning and leaving the room.

Intelligence, huh...

Without hesitation, Li Cheng quickly walked up to the man called Kress and cleared his throat.

“Mr. Kress, I am Li Cheng, and I would like to—”

"Get lost, I'm not interested!"

What, what's going on?

Interrupted by the other party's sudden words, Li Cheng stood there stunned, unsure of how to react.

"Get lost, Spartacus! I told you, I won't go to the gym or wrestle with you!"

Seemingly because Li Cheng was standing still and hadn't left, Kress's expression became even angrier. He roared loudly, suddenly raised his head, and then, naturally, saw Li Cheng's face and exclaimed "Huh?" before completely freezing in shock.

“Well, although I don’t know what conflict you have with Spartacus, Mr. Kress,” Li Cheng smiled awkwardly, carefully choosing his words before speaking, “My name is Li Cheng. I was introduced by Mr. Spartacus. I’m here hoping to find out something from you.”

As he spoke, Li Cheng stepped forward and walked up to Kress.

"I'd like to ask you about a former member of the Huaxia Alliance. His name is Jiang Chaoxian."

At the end of his words, Li Cheng's voice trembled slightly, as if the name itself carried a strong sense of oppression. But then, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

"I'd like to know, Mr. Kress, do you have any information about this person?"

"..."

The atmosphere inside the tent seemed to be starting to become somewhat somber.

Kress stroked his beard, squinted, and remained silent. Li Cheng waited quietly for him to speak, also without making a sound. The two maintained this silent atmosphere, one sitting and one standing. It wasn't until Kress suddenly chuckled softly that the oppressive atmosphere was broken.

"Of course, of course there's news about that person, or rather..."

Accompanying his light and indifferent tone was Kress's gaze, which suddenly turned icy cold.

"Or rather, he's the person we all here most want to kill!"

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rain.

A torrential, icy downpour.

After a sweltering summer, Tokyo finally received a cool rain, which effectively cooled down the unbearably hot weather.

Meanwhile, in the Emiya residence in the rain, at this very moment, the young Shirou Emiya was looking at the untouched food in front of him with a bit of a headache.

"You really don't want to eat a single bite, Shio."

Looking at the closed guest room door not far away, Shirou Emiya sighed, picked up the food, and walked back.

"Brother, is Shio-chan really alright?"

Following beside Shirou Emiya, Illya looked at the closed door with a worried expression, her wine-red eyes filled with concern.

"tide-chan, she's been hiding inside the house the whole time. Neither I nor Xiao Hei can get her to come out. If this continues, is it really, really okay?"

"There's nothing we can do, tide is completely ignoring us right now..."

Emiya Shirou sighed, freeing one hand to gently pat Illya's head, then turned to look at the silent guest room door.

"Uncle Cheng has really gone too far this time..."

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Chapter 5, Section 178: Departure and Chance Encounter

My encounter with Li Cheng probably happened in a small alley.

Xi can hardly remember what happened at the very beginning. Her memories of the past have always been hazy, and her thinking ability has been somewhat confused due to her physical condition. Therefore, she often has difficulty remembering things in daily life.

However, one image remains etched in her memory.

It was in a pitch-black world, cold and dark. She lay there, unable to move or struggle, only able to quietly await her own demise, feeling her own body temperature slowly dissipate into that dark and cold world.

It was at that moment that she saw him arrive.

She saw him slowly walking towards her, his expression slightly hesitant, but he still walked step by step towards her.

At that time, he was still filthy, and there was no luster in his eyes. He was like a wandering soul whose body was alive but whose will had long died. He was just following the instinct to survive in his body and continuing to live a muddled life.

Then, at that time, he found her.

She still remembered the look in his eyes when he looked at her. There was surprise in the eyes of an ordinary person, and wariness due to his profession, but what lay deeper within was an indescribable emotion. That strange and complex look lingered in her memory for a long time, unforgettable.