I've been ambushed!?
Le Yuxin's mind was racing. The specific time and place for this meeting were known only to Le Yuxin and the contact person. Yet, someone was lurking and had successfully ambushed him, pulling him into a little dark room!
Obviously, something happened to the contact!
Probably not even the ashes are left!
But Le Yuxin isn't the kind of quail who just sits and waits for death—at least, not physically! He quickly steadied his stance, completely disregarding the danger of his left hand being grabbed, and violently smashed his right elbow backward, pressing his whole body against the person restraining him!
Biting Battle Technique · Hongtu Spit!
"Easy, don't struggle," a cold voice chuckled softly.
Pop! Pop!
His elbow strike was blocked by a hand, and his full-body press seemed to disappear without a trace. Le Yuxin only felt his whole body tingling, as if he had hit steel!
Le Yuxin's expression changed dramatically!
The attack was almost completely ineffective!
How is this possible!
It's not that Le Yuxin is too arrogant, but because of the environment—there's no light source in the room at all, the Awakener can't use any light sources, it's purely a contest of physical strength. Even if the opponent is a high-level Blue Flame expert, Le Yuxin feels confident in the dark, especially since he isn't afraid of pain!
Unless the opponent is a 300-pound heavyweight, then Le Yuxin really couldn't even break through the defense, but he could sense through his body that the opponent isn't much stronger than him.
Yet even so, his fierce counterattack was easily extinguished by the opponent!
Le Yuxin felt a chill in his heart; this disparity is like a child fighting an adult. His resistance was useless; the opponent's account character level is clearly one tier above the Thousand Feather Lotus!
He stubbornly laughed, a look of resolute defiance:
"If you've got the guts, kill me!"
Le Yuxin grasped it; when facing an unbeatable enemy, don't panic!
At worst, just die!
Anyway, when I die, your account will be mine!
If you can't beat the enemy, steal their account!
This is Le Yuxin's way of survival!
"I won't kill you," the cold voice was emotionless, as if merely stating a fact, dragging Le Yuxin into the shadows: "Don't scream, don't forget your purpose."
Le Yuxin was slightly startled as he realized he seemed to be quickly dragged into an underground passage—the clang of his steel-soled boots hitting the stairs sounded clear.
Oh no, it seems the opponent isn't looking for a severe torture session, which isn't such a big deal, since he's not afraid of pain anyway. But if the opponent also craves Thousand Feather Lotus's body, now that's a kind of personal insult he can't hold up against...
Just as Le Yuxin was lost in his wild thoughts, the underground passage suddenly lit up, and the piercing light made Le Yuxin squint slightly.
"Seems you've misunderstood something… 'Meteor'," the cold voice chuckled.
Le Yuxin paused and felt the grip on his throat and left wrist loosen. He quickly adjusted his posture to face his opponent, and promptly realized the other was calling him, suddenly enlightened: "You are Star Gatherer?"
Standing in front of Le Yuxin was a young man in a black hooded windbreaker. His face was very pale, his lips thin, his features angular, not appearing particularly strong, looking rather soft even.
Yet it was this very person who pressed Le Yuxin down and hammered him in a lightless environment, and if he intended to harm Le Yuxin, Le Yuxin really couldn't retaliate.
Hooded young man didn't speak, instead went back to pull the cover back over the ground, preventing others from discovering this underground passage. Le Yuxin sized up the two people wide secret passage, curiously: "You dug this out yourself?"
"Most people on Eighteenth Street know the proverb about a crafty rabbit having three burrows, I just connected a few of them," the hooded young man gestured invitingly: "You walk ahead."
"Why?"
"I'm not used to people walking behind me."
"Neither am I," Le Yuxin retorted defiantly.
The hooded young man looked at Le Yuxin seriously: "Your personality isn't exactly as Star Observer described."
'Star Observer' refers to Lin Jinyao, Le Yuxin's gaze wandered: "How so?"
"The intelligence is different," the hooded young man said, hands in pockets: "I can walk ahead, but I'll have to turn off the passage lights, are you sure?"
Le Yu's face darkened. In the dark environment, he had no power to fight back and obediently walked in front, exposing his back, buttocks, and other weaknesses.
The passage was not long, about ten meters, and Le Yu walked to the wooden door at the end of the passage. At this moment, the hooded young man said, "Don't touch the handle, just push the other side."
Le Yu blinked his eyes and pushed the other side of the door—the side with the handle was actually the pivot!
"What would happen if I grabbed the handle and pushed?"
"It would trigger the luminous stone bombs in the passage, collapsing the entire passage."
This contact person doesn't have it easy either... Le Yu muttered to himself. After pushing open the door, he found another passage.
"Why do we still have to walk?"
"If someone triggers the trap, they would think the destination of this passage is the house above," the hooded young man said. "Don't you know it's common sense not to put traps at your doorstep?"
Le Yu pulled a corner of his mouth: "I'm pretty sure that this is a common sense I didn't know."
"No need to thank me, it's a colleague thing, I won't charge you tuition," the hooded young man said, looking relaxed and casual.
Le Yu's mind turned 360° before understanding the hooded young man's point, thinking if he could beat him, he'd let him know why his butt was so red right away. Walking to the end of the passage, there was another wooden door. This time, Le Yu had learned his lesson: "How do I open this door?"
Logically speaking, after encountering the previous traps, the enemy should be aware and wouldn't touch the handle again. At this time, it should be set in reverse to make the handle the correct way to open the door; however, according to reverse logic, the enemy might foresee this prediction and setting the handle as a trap trigger could also be right; but according to both normal and reverse logic...
While Le Yu was brainstorming, the hooded young man calmly said, "I realize not only do you lack common sense, but you also have a bad memory."
"Meaning?"
"Didn't I say traps are not placed at the doorstep? This is the doorstep, it's just an ordinary door. You can push it open normally."
Although the hooded young man's tone was flat, the words between the lines clearly carried a sense of scoffing.
Le Yu pushed open the wooden door with a darkened face and stepped into a not very spacious basement. There was a white lamp hanging from the ceiling, shelves with four tiers along the walls, filled with various glass bottles, and in the middle of the basement was a bed—Le Yu preferred to call it a slaughter table—with a tray on the bed filled with many gleaming silver surgical knives and forceps, sending shivers down his spine.
"Welcome to my home."
The hooded young man snapped his fingers, and the lights in the passage flickered out. He closed the wooden door, walked to the chair by the bed, and sat down. He gestured to Le Yu to sit on the chair in front of him: "Please, take a seat. Do not touch anything in this room except the bed. I've sterilized the bed, so if you like, you can sit on it."
Le Yu wasn't interested in indulging his perverse taste. He took out a pocket watch and looked at it, 10:05.
He now understood: "The meeting location was a decoy from the start."
The hooded young man nodded: "Of course, I must prevent the possibility that you have been turned, captured, coerced, or followed. Keeping information to yourself when meeting someone for the first time is spy common sense. The fact that you didn't know this proves my caution is justified."
Le Yu's face darkened: "Then how did you make sure you could intercept me midway?"
The hooded young man pointed to the wall behind him: "There are only three paths to the agreed location, but one path is blocked by debris, and the other path is obstructed by illegal construction, leaving you with only one path."
Le Yu looked over and saw a detailed map of Star Engraving County on the wall, far more detailed than his official version—it not only listed the scope of various forces but also many shortcuts and detailed annotations of lighting brightness.
"To my knowledge, you encountered a 'little conflict' when entering Eighteenth Street," the hooded young man blandly said. "Although it's a bit hard to talk about, I think you might have some brain issues. Maybe you should consider reincarnating sooner."
Hard to talk about, yet you say it so harshly!
"It's not my fault; he came looking for trouble with me. What else could I do besides beat him up?"
"Avoid letting trouble come to you is common sense for intelligence personnel."
"I've already told you, I don't know any of your common sense!"
The hooded young man still spoke in a flat tone: "I also said, no need to thank me."
Le Yu felt a headache coming on. He rubbed his temples and complained, "You're so much better than me. Shouldn't you consider being the spy in the Statistical Department while I become your contact? Wouldn't that be more reasonable?"
The hooded young man blinked and suddenly smiled, his mouth curling into a subtle smile: "I think I haven't formally introduced myself to you yet."
He removed his hood, revealing a head of white hair with a few strands of black mixed in. The basement's light seemed to dim slightly—not as a metaphor, but it actually darkened!
"I am Yin Yin Yin, the underground liaison officer of White Night stationed in Star Engraving County, codename 'Stellar Picker,'" he said, tying his hair with a hair tie. "Nice to meet you, 'Meteor' Qian Yuliu."
Le Yu looked at his head of white hair, stunned for a few seconds, and a possibility flashed in his mind.
He suddenly realized and directly asked: "How many more years do you have left?"
"Three years," Yin Yin Yin stated nonchalantly, as if discussing a trivial matter.