Lin Wuming remembered that the reason he moved into Yomikawa Aiho's apartment was to ensure his safety!
Although Lin Wuming himself didn't feel any particular sense of danger, he was indeed still under lethal threat—the illegal research facility he had escaped from apparently had not given up on the idea of silencing him.
The current situation seemed to prove this point; Lin Wuming couldn't think of any other reason why he would be attacked.
After all, he had only been in this world for half a month, spent either in the hospital or recuperating at home. Where would he have had the chance to make enemies?
The punk clenched his jaw, seemingly intending to stick to his denial.
But his reaction only solidified Lin Wuming's suspicion.
—Damn it, all I wanted was to lie flat and live a peaceful life. Why is it so difficult!
Lin Wuming's face darkened, and his eyes revealed a fierce look.
The punk, lifted into the air by an invisible force, couldn't help but feel terrified.
Having already descended to the level of a street punk, he was certainly no hero. The reason he was gritting his teeth and attempting to deny everything was purely out of fear of the "Hunter's" punishment.
But he suddenly snapped back to reality—now was not the time to worry about future punishment! He might not even live to see that future!
—Come to think of it, my life is completely in the hands of this disabled person now! Although his hands seem to be disabled too...
The punk was somewhat experienced and could roughly identify Lin Wuming's superpower: "Psychic," at least Level 3, and possibly even Level 4!
He knew perfectly well that since this psychic power could lift him into the air, it could just as easily snap his limbs or neck!
"I don't know! I really don't know anything!" he quickly said. "We were just following the boss's orders. We little guys wouldn't be told the specific reasons, honestly!"
Lin Wuming lacked the ability to detect lies or read subtle body language, so he simply gave up on that line of questioning.
"Take me to your boss," Lin Wuming stated instead.
Since things had come to this, Lin Wuming wouldn't feel safe until he got to the bottom of it. There was no point in being on guard constantly; better to resolve the karma left behind by this body's original owner as soon as possible, so he could rest assured, lie flat, and enjoy his new life as planned.
The punk had no choice but to lead Lin Wuming towards their temporary base.
While following the punk, Lin Wuming opened his phone's GPS, composed an email detailing his location and encounter, and sent it to Yomikawa Aiho.
—I just hope she wakes up in time to see the email.
But it didn't matter if she didn't see it; this was just a precaution Lin Wuming took. Or rather, it was a way to file a report for his upcoming actions, aiming for some kind of procedural legitimacy.
The enemies were merely punks from an Armed Powerless Group. After the recent "battle," Lin Wuming was confident he could handle this level of threat alone.
So, in his view, venturing into the enemy camp wasn't particularly dangerous.
Not long after Lin Wuming left the park, the official members of "Hunter" finally arrived at the scene.
"A bunch of useless trash! More trouble than they're worth." The first Hunter to arrive viciously kicked one of the unlucky souls on the ground and reported the situation to the boss. "The lackeys messed up. We lost track of the target."
"Don't worry, the target is approaching positions 3 and 5. All members, pay attention, and immediately rally at position 5!" The boss's command immediately came through.
Along the way, Lin Wuming used his psychic power to create a "collar" around the neck of the punk leading the way, constantly reminding him of his current predicament.
Having chosen to cooperate, the punk had no intention of playing tricks and walked obediently ahead.
Lin Wuming, holding the groceries and seasonings he had just bought from the supermarket, found the situation somewhat bizarre.
In both his lives, he had never experienced anything like this before.
As he walked, Lin Wuming "chatted" with the punk ahead, or rather, interrogated him for information.
"You said you don't know much and were just following orders, but you must know something," Lin Wuming said. "Tell me about your operation. Everything you know."
The punk said with a mournful face, "I've already told you everything I can! We little guys just follow the boss's orders. We were suddenly called here to the park and told to keep an eye on a person in a wheelchair..."
"And then?" Lin Wuming pressed.
"And then wait for the 'Hunter'..." The punk suddenly stopped, then stiffly said, "And then wait for the next command."
Lin Wuming nodded, not bothering to press him further, but quietly noted down the word "Hunter." Whether this was just a description or a specific designation, it indicated that there were other forces behind these punks.
This was not surprising and aligned with Lin Wuming's guess.
The crucial point was that, judging from the punk's tone and description, their handlers—the real culprits—were probably not far away.
Thus, the mission given to these weak-fighting punks was merely tracking and surveillance, waiting for the subsequent "main force" to appear.
—In other words, there's no need to seek out their 'boss'; the enemy should come to me.
Lin Wuming continued to probe the guiding punk for information about their "boss" and "headquarters," but he didn't really care what he said anymore, instead focusing his attention on his surroundings.
He immediately noticed something was off. Today was a weekend, and they were near a park and a supermarket, yet why did he see hardly any other people along the road?
Perhaps this was just a coincidence, or there might be some normal reason Lin Wuming was unaware of.
But Lin Wuming, having just been attacked, didn't dare to be so careless. It was better to expect the worst. If he felt something was wrong, he should prepare for a scenario where enemies might suddenly strike.
In any case, this level of alertness wouldn't consume too much of Lin Wuming's energy; he just needed to fully mobilize his psychic ability.
Lin Wuming silently manipulated his psychic ability, using the skills he had honed in the kitchen—creating over ten invisible "arms" that gestured around him. If any anomaly appeared nearby, these psychic "arms" would strike mercilessly!
Just then, suspicious people indeed appeared.
At the other end of the road, a man in a business suit was walking toward them, talking on a cell phone as he walked.
He looked like an average, unremarkable office worker.