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Drui Feng hurriedly pushed open the door, which slammed against the wall with a loud bang. Breathing heavily, he urgently said to Yan Qing and Jiang Wenyu, “I’ve already informed them about what happened. They take it very seriously and have quickly dispatched people to Chrislo Island to find Nafiel Jenny. Now there’s a new directive for us to escort Lin Zhuang and the others to Kyoto.”
Yan Qing furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of gravity flashing in his eyes before he nodded gently. He turned to look at the three individuals on the other side of the transparent glass wall, which served as an invisible barrier separating their worlds.
Lin Zhuang and the others sat there, some with indifferent expressions, others with sinister gazes, or simply blank faces. Yan Qing’s frown deepened, as if the furrow between his brows concealed an unsolvable mystery.
“Alright, I understand. Let’s prepare; we will send them to Kyoto tomorrow,” Yan Qing’s voice was low and resolute, echoing in the quiet space.
Jiang Wenyu glanced over at Jiang Ming, who was sitting in a chair. He sat upright like a tall pine tree, his long legs casually crossed, arms folded across his chest, head slightly bowed. The tousled hair falling over his forehead obscured his eyes, making it hard to discern his expression; he seemed lost in thought, pondering something complex.
Jiang Wenyu walked gracefully towards Jiang Ming, her long legs moving with an elegant poise.
Her figure was lithe, her long hair cascading down her back like black satin. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her eyes sparkled like stars.
She leaned slightly forward and softly asked, “What’s wrong, Jiang Ming? Are you troubled by something?”
Hearing her voice, Jiang Ming slowly raised his head.
The light from one side cast a shadow across his handsome profile; the contours became particularly distinct in the interplay of light and shadow—his high nose bridge, beautifully shaped lips, and deep-set eyes that seemed to harbor endless secrets.
He first glanced at Yan Qing behind Jiang Wenyu; in that moment of eye contact, they seemed to understand some unspoken words. Then he shifted his gaze back to Jiang Wenyu’s concerned face, silently pressed his lips together, and replied, “I don’t know why, but I feel a bit unsettled.”
Drui Feng clapped Jiang Ming on the shoulder with a carefree attitude and said cheerfully, “What’s there to be unsettled about? Brother Jiang, you can rest assured. I’ve thoroughly investigated this matter; it wasn’t you. The higher-ups have also sent people to investigate repeatedly. Comparing it with your Psychic Ability detection data, there were indeed no fluctuations of your Psychic Ability at the crime scene. So don’t worry about it.”
Jiang Ming's lips curled into a somewhat forced smile, a glimmer of gratitude flashing in his eyes. "Thank you all for the trouble during this time."
"What's the trouble, Brother Jiang? You're being too polite. After all, we're a team, and it's only natural to share hardships." With that, Drui Feng turned on his heel and left like a gust of wind, his energetic figure quickly disappearing at the door.
Before he had fully exited, the three saw him pull out his phone, the flickering game interface on the screen casting a bright glow in the dim corridor. The familiar sounds of the game faintly echoed back, eliciting a smile from them.
The next morning, just as dawn broke and the clock struck six, Yan Qing, Jiang Ming, Drui Feng, and Jiang Wenyu led Lin Zhuang and the others on their journey to Kyoto.
They chose to take the highway, a massive truck loaded with Psychic Ability containers roaring down the road like a steel beast heading toward Kyoto.
From the outside, the Psychic Ability container looked no different from an ordinary truck transporting frozen goods—cold metallic surfaces that were large and cumbersome.
However, inside the container was another world entirely. It was lined with special materials designed to contain Psychic Ability, emitting a faint glow as if wrapped in a mysterious shield that firmly held the Psychic Ability within.
Jiang Ming and Drui Feng were responsible for driving. Jiang Ming sat in the driver's seat, his long and powerful fingers gripping the steering wheel while his focused gaze remained fixed on the road ahead. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his chiseled features and adding an air of sternness to his demeanor.
Drui Feng sat beside him, occasionally adjusting various buttons on the dashboard. His lively eyes sparkled with mischief as he flashed a carefree smile and chatted with Jiang Ming about lighthearted topics to ease the monotony of driving.
Meanwhile, Yan Qing and Jiang Wenyu sat inside the container with Lin Zhuang and the others.
Yan Qing sat upright on one side, arms crossed over his chest. His toned muscles subtly outlined beneath his clothing, and his deep-set eyes held a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing through any disguise.
Next to him sat Jiang Wenyu elegantly. Her graceful figure was complemented by her sleek black hair tied up in a high ponytail, exuding competence. Her bright eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, radiating intelligence.
They sat across from Lin Zhuang, and the atmosphere felt slightly tense.
Due to the 12-hour time limit of the Ability Injection Derivative, Yan Qing still retained some attributes of an Ability User for a short period.
His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Zhu Ye Qing from time to time, his eyes carrying a peculiar sense of predation.
Zhu Ye Qing felt a chill run down his spine under Yan Qing's intense stare. Unable to hold back any longer, he raised his already sharp voice and exclaimed, "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Zhu Ye Qing's face twisted slightly in nervousness, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes filled with fear and unease. Who knew what this person was thinking?
Yan Qing slightly pursed his lips, the elegant curve of his mouth forming a subtle smile as he slowly replied, "I don't know why either, but you have a very pleasant scent."
His voice was deep and magnetic, echoing in the quiet cargo hold.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenyu blinked in surprise, her beautiful eyes widening as if she were pondering something, momentarily lost in thought.
But she quickly regained her composure, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth as she said, "It must be the effect of your Psychic Ability derivative. For 12 hours after injection, you still possess some attributes of the original owner of this Psychic Ability derivative. Since you injected one from a Panda Esper, seeing bamboo might excite you a bit."
As she spoke, her gaze flickered towards Zhu Ye Qing with a hint of playful mockery, as if she had discovered something amusing.
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