Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

"I understand." Qi Bei cracked his neck, making a clicking sound.

"Your wine is ready, please enjoy."

A moment later, the bartender handed Qi Bei a glass of wine that had been frozen until it turned white.

"Thank you." A thin layer of frost covered the surface of the liquor, giving it a delicate, clear blue hue under the light.

He took the glass and slowly stood up, leaning against the bar to take a sip. The stimulating aroma of mint combined with the fruity notes of whiskey created a wonderful chemical reaction, smooth and mellow. The moment it went down his throat, it also awakened Qi Bei's leaden spirit.

Through the reflection in the glass counter, Qi Bei saw himself wearing a black trench coat.

His face was cold and desolate, his eyes were lifeless, and his body was so thin that he had no vitality that belonged to a young man in his twenties. He looked like an old man who was about to die.

The stage was still brightly lit and filled with a decadent atmosphere.

After a long while, Qi Bei put down his wine glass, walked across the noisy lights, and headed straight for Queens.

The hostess at the entrance to Queens wore a red cheongsam with slits on both sides that reached her thighs, revealing glimpses of fair skin under the lights.

"Welcome." The lady in the cheongsam accepted the membership card and bowed slightly.

Soon, a dedicated receptionist came over.

She was dressed even more provocatively. If the hostess at the door was dressed normally, then the nearly bikini-like outfit in front of her looked more like a sexy lingerie set for bed.

"This way." Following the clatter of high heels, Qi Bei walked through the narrow corridor and arrived at VIP room number twelve.

Pushing open the door, he saw a man and a woman lying on the sofa. The man was shirtless, a thick cigar dangling from his mouth, his obese body swaying in the air. The woman had her back to Qi Bei, wearing black stockings and a curvaceous figure.

"How did you get in? I told them not to disturb us." Tantai Yi frowned, gray smoke escaping from his greasy mouth.

“Even you are no exception, Qi Bei.” He patted the woman’s shapely buttocks, and she put on her clothes and walked out of the private room trembling.

"Pretty intense?" Qi Bei looked at the clothes scattered on the ground, his tone casual.

"If it's not something urgent, you know the consequences." Tantai Yi downed the beer on the table in one gulp, then glared fiercely at Qi Bei.

"Liu Yu went inside."

"So what? You still haven't gotten him out?" Liu Yu was Zhan Taiyi's direct subordinate and usually did a lot of dirty work for him. In his own words, he was quite easy to use.

"No, we tried many methods but couldn't get him out."

No one who can get to this position is a fool, and Zhan Taiyi also sensed something unusual.

"What do you mean?"

"We're being watched."

"Fan Ruosong's people? No, that shouldn't be the case."

“Hermit Bureau, Song Shiyan.” Qi Bei looked at Zhan Taiyi quietly, his tone complex.

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Section 42 Chapter Forty-Two: Liquefaction

“Our informants have received information that Fan Ruosong and Song Shiyan have been in close contact recently, and the specifics are still under investigation.”

"The only thing that can be confirmed now is that they want to follow the clues from Liu Yu."

After a long silence, Zhan Tai stubbed out his cigar and walked barefoot to the door.

"The Hermit Bureau actually managed to trace us back to them." He picked up a piece of clothing from the corner of the wall, shook off the dust, and put it on.

“Fan Ruosong has planted many spies within our ranks, and Song Shiyan must have found out something through official channels.”

Qi Bei sat down in a corner of the sofa and placed the Martini glass on the coffee table.

"What do you want to do?" He looked quietly at Zhan Taiyi through the rim of the cup.

"What do you need to do? Do you know where Liu Yu is being held?" Zhan Taiyi finished dressing and settled comfortably into the sofa.

"I don't know, but he's definitely still in the detention center in Lanjiang City." They received relevant information as soon as Liu Yu went in, but it was quickly blocked by someone, most likely Fan Ruosong's doing.

"So this is why you came to see me."

"We're all in the same boat, why make it sound so unpleasant?" Qi Bei laughed.

"Let's go, we should still make it in time."

Zhan Tai also lost interest in continuing the game, patted his butt and opened the door to the private room. Qi Bei also stood up and followed closely behind him.

An hour later, at the Lanjiang City Detention Center.

The night was deep, and a black sedan was parked not far from the prison area.

"Get out of the car." Qi Bei turned off the interior lights and opened the car door a little.

Zhan Taiyi's body suddenly became transparent, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of water, flowing down the cracks into the surrounding lawn.

Watching the liquid surging forward under the moonlight, Qi Bei closed the car door again and quietly waited for news.

Inside the detention center, Liu Yu lay snoring loudly on the hard bed. As a regular here, this was the first time he had enjoyed a private cell, with no one even supervising his shifts.

It felt just like being back home, so relaxing and comfortable.

The liquefied Zhan Tai also seeped in little by little through the crack in the door. He had already inspected two or three prison blocks, and now only this one remained.

A clear liquid silently spread along the shadows towards the bedside, the smallest puddle clinging to the iron bed frame and climbing upwards. In this state, Zhan Tai could freely adjust his senses.

Finally, he "saw" Liu Yu lying on the bed.

After being deliquesced, Zhan Tai hid naked under the bed.

He reached out from the crack in the bed and tightly covered Liu Yu's mouth.

"Ugh?!" Liu Yu instantly woke up, but couldn't speak because his mouth and nose were covered.

"Don't move!" A familiar voice came from under the bed—it was Zhan Taiyi! Liu Yu's eyes widened as he stared intently at the ceiling.

"Uncle Zhan? You're in too?"

“It’s me,” Zhan Taiyi released his grip and replied in a low voice.

"You've come to get me out of here?" Although he was living a comfortable life, Liu Yu had no desire to go out and experience something fishy.

"Pretty much. I came here mainly to ask you a few questions."

"What's the problem?"

Has anyone asked about us?

"No, no, even if I did, I wouldn't reveal a word of it." Liu Yu quickly shook his head. He had followed Zhan Taiyi for several years and knew all about his methods.

When it comes to dealing with traitors, Zhan Tai has never been lenient.

Were you sleeping?

"Yes, what's wrong, Uncle Zhan?"

Did you dream?

Although he didn't know why Zhan Taiyi suddenly asked these questions, Liu Yu still told the truth out of fear.

"Dreaming? I think I did, but I can't remember it clearly."

"Who can remember what they dream about if they're interrupted in the middle of the night?" Liu Yu thought to himself.

What he couldn't see was that the man under the bed's expression changed slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed between his brows.

"You don't remember?"

"Hmm, I forgot." Liu Yu suddenly felt some sticky liquid on his face, and before he could react, the liquid rushed into his nasal cavity.

"Ugh, cough cough...uh." He convulsed violently, like a drowning person desperately trying to keep their head above water.

After a while, Liu Yu stopped struggling, his face turning cyanotic. An unidentified liquid flowed back from his lungs, slid down his body, and slowly exited the room.

Damn it, Song Shiyan definitely came here.

As a local strongman in Lanjiang City, Zhan Tai had many ways to obtain intelligence. As far as he knew, Song Shiyan, the head of the Lanjiang City Hermit Branch, had already reached A- level in terms of ability three years ago, and should now be at least A level. Moreover, Song Shiyan's ability was dream hypnosis, which was a weak ability in direct combat, but extremely suitable for intelligence gathering.

I wonder how much he learned through his dreams...

The liquefied Zhan Tai also carefully searched his memory of his contact with Liu Yu, hoping to obtain some useful information.

On the other side, Qi Bei sat in the driver's seat of the car, looking out the front window at the direction of the detention center, his right eyelid twitching incessantly.

After a moment, he picked up his thermos, took a small sip, and frowned slightly.

A sense of foreboding washed over him... After a moment's thought, Qi Bei took a small knife from the front seat and made a cut on his left palm.

Bright red blood flowed from the wound, falling into the thermos and mixing with the red goji berries.

Qi Bei opened the car door again and drove off into the distance in the vast night.

After an unknown amount of time, a group of plainclothes police officers silently crept up to them.

They carried standard-issue pistols, moved nimbly, and cooperated seamlessly with each other.

The leader used a military baton to smash the car window, and instantly aimed his gun at the driver's seat.

Nobody here? He paused for a moment, and the other police officers quickly checked the other seats and trunk.

Just then, the thermos cup expanded rapidly and burst open in the confined space.

"What?" The police officers quickly lay down and rolled around in all directions.

The explosion of the thermos was just a precursor. The next second, several explosions occurred inside the car, with the one closest to the fuel tank completely igniting the car body.

A bright yellow flame suddenly rose from the open ground. The plainclothes police officers lay prone on the ground. Apart from the chief police officer who suffered some minor injuries, none of the others were injured.

The explosion appeared to have been deliberately controlled; the person simply wanted to destroy the vehicle.

The sheriff pulled out a walkie-talkie with his blood-stained hand and reported the situation, word by word.

Not far from them, Qi Bei watched the fireworks, a slight smile playing on his lips, as a pool of clear liquid at his feet gradually coalesced into a human shape.

“Song Shiyan is one step ahead of us; he has already investigated Liu Yu’s dream.” Zhan Taiyi’s tone was particularly harsh. That car was his treasure, and it had been blown up by Qi Bei just like that.

"They were quick." The person who started the explosion shook his head, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.