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"Slurp."
The Ancient Sorcerer sat at a small noodle stall, quickly shoveling noodles into his mouth. A large bowl of noodles disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Boss, another bowl!"
After letting out a sigh, the Ancient Sorcerer ordered another bowl. He had left after treating Fang Ru, who was exhausted and needed to rest after recovering from her illness, so they didn't eat together.
After finishing three big bowls of noodles, the Ancient Sorcerer finally stopped. He noticed that his appetite seemed to have increased a bit compared to before.
Just as the Ancient Sorcerer finished paying and was about to leave, his phone rang. Upon seeing the caller ID, he perked up; it was Kong Ying calling.
"Sister Kong Ying, is everything arranged?"
The Ancient Sorcerer knew that Kong Ying was calling regarding Zhong Wenxin.
"Yes, it's all set. The operation is tonight. Where are you now? If it's convenient, come over so I can introduce you to the person in charge of tonight's operation. It will make things easier."
"Okay, I'll head over right now."
After hanging up the phone, the Ancient Sorcerer immediately hailed a taxi and headed straight to the location mentioned by Kong Ying.
"Sister Kong Ying, I'm here."
The place Kong Ying chose was a café. Upon entering, he saw a girl sitting across from her who looked a bit younger than Kong Ying. Although she was dressed casually, there was an imposing aura about her; she must be the one in charge of tonight's operation.
Seeing the Ancient Sorcerer arrive, Kong Ying stood up and said, "Ancient Sorcerer, let me introduce you. This is Fan Feng, Officer Fan. She will be in charge of tonight's operation."
"Officer Fan, hello. I am Ancient Sorcerer."
If he hadn't seen her in person, just hearing the name Fan Feng would have led the Ancient Sorcerer to believe she was a man.
"Hello, Mr. Luo, I heard you want to go tonight?"
Fan Feng glanced over, her eyes narrowing instantly. She sensed a dangerous aura from the Ancient Sorcerer, as if she were facing a primordial beast. This feeling was something she had only experienced with ruthless killers or seasoned detectives who had solved countless major cases.
What exactly is this Ancient Sorcerer? Fan Feng felt quite puzzled.
"Yes, I also want to take a look."
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded. Zhang Qi was a wizard, and he wanted to know what was in the opponent's lair, especially since it might relate to Zhong Wenxin's mysterious fainting spells. Naturally, he had to go.
"Okay, then wait for my call. Sister Kong Ying has vouched for you, so I trust you. However, I hope you can keep this confidential and not leak any information."
"No problem, you can rest assured."
Without hesitation, the Ancient Sorcerer agreed to Fan Feng's request; it was only natural.
"Moreover, I might be able to help during tonight's operation."
Fan Feng looked at the Ancient Sorcerer and suddenly shook her head, her expression cold as she said, "If it weren't for Sister Kong Ying, you wouldn't be going tonight. Now that you can go, my advice is to just stay aside and watch."
After saying that, Fan Feng no longer looked at the Ancient Sorcerer and turned to Kong Ying, saying, "Sister Kong Ying, I have things to attend to at the bureau. I'm leaving now."
After Fan Feng left, Kong Ying awkwardly said to the Ancient Sorcerer, "Don't take it to heart; that's just her temperament."
Shaking his head, the Ancient Sorcerer replied, "It's fine; capable people tend to have a bit of character."
"Yes, that's true. She's the most famous detective in Guanghai City; there are at least eight or ten lives lost at her hands."
"By the way, Ancient Sorcerer, what did you mean when you said you might be able to help?"
Kong Ying recalled the words spoken by the Ancient Sorcerer earlier.
"Since that Zhang Qi can create a dance that absorbs spirit, along with that eerie portrait of the Supreme Ancestor, it indicates that he possesses special means."
Zhang Qi is a wizard; it would be impossible to say he has no special abilities. If Fan Feng wants to capture him, how could he possibly surrender easily? In resistance, he would definitely use his trump card, likely a power beyond ordinary understanding. While Fan Feng may be skilled at capturing people, he would still encounter trouble in such a situation.
"Is there... danger?"
Kong Ying's heart suddenly sank.
"Just a bit, but there's no need to worry too much. I'm not going alone; if anything really happens, I will take action."
Hearing this, Kong Ying sighed in relief and smiled, saying, "Oh, how could I forget about this?"
"Since there's still a little time left, I'll go back to prepare and rest."
He had wasted a lot of energy earlier at Fang Ru's place, and the night's operation would undoubtedly be a tough battle. The experienced Ancient Sorcerer knew he should take advantage of this time to rest.
"Alright."
...
The Ancient Sorcerer lay on the bed, covered with a thin blanket. If not for the slight rise and fall of his abdomen, one might think he was dead. In fact, he had entered a deep sleep state, which was most beneficial for recovering energy.
Time passed slowly; like the world's most accurate alarm clock, just as it reached six o'clock, the Ancient Sorcerer woke up automatically.
Like a nimble leopard, the Ancient Sorcerer rolled out of bed, took a shower, and changed into a clean set of clothes.
Pouring a glass of water, the Ancient Sorcerer walked to the window and swiftly pulled back the curtains to look outside.
The night had fallen, and looking out the window revealed a sea of lights, resembling strings of pearls of various sizes.
Hot water slid down his throat, instantly revitalizing him. After a good sleep, the Ancient Sorcerer felt as if he had been refueled, brimming with energy.
After slowly finishing the water, the Ancient Sorcerer gently set down the cup and turned to walk outside, quickly disappearing into the night after exiting the hotel.
Fan Feng tightened his belt slowly, then took his gun out of its holster for a thorough inspection before putting it back. He bent down to draw out the dagger from his calf, confirming there were no issues before sheathing it again.
This was a habit formed over many years: checking all his equipment before every operation. These were life-saving tools, and there could be no mistakes.
After checking everything, Fan Feng suddenly turned around, pushed open the door, and called out loudly, "Gather!"
A series of light but perfectly synchronized footsteps sounded as fully armed individuals quickly assembled. Five minutes later, five vehicles quietly merged into the darkness and then disappeared.
Zhang Qi sat behind the desk but found himself uncomfortable no matter how he positioned himself. This feeling had started that morning and persisted until the end of the workday; he felt as though something was about to happen.
"What is going on?"
Uneasily shifting in his seat, Zhang Qi pressed his fingers tightly against his temples, trying hard to calm himself down.
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