We'll take a long view now, and Lu will take a long view when we get back.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xiong's arrogant air of returning to his own turf vanished.

He felt that fear of his life being controlled by others once again.

Especially facing this clown with sunken green eyes, crimson lips, and a pale face, Wu Xiong felt that aside from the doctor surnamed Lu, there was no one more terrifying than him in this world.

Wu Xiong felt that at this moment, his pants were definitely wet again.

But when he looked down, they weren't.

Then he suddenly remembered that he had switched to a different body.

At that instant, a flash of enlightenment flickered through Wu Xiong's mind. He looked at the clown in front of him, forced out a smile, and said, "Hey~"

Then he pointed to his own figure, "Now, I'm also one of the people at your clinic! I'm so happy, hehe!"

The clown tilted his head down, his green sunken eyes rolled upwards, and that gaze sent shivers down Wu Xiong's spine.

At that moment, a chilling sensation arose from behind Wu Xiong, accompanied by the faint sound of a child crying.

Wu Xiong turned around to see a pale blue mist clinging to his back, within which seemed to be a ghostly face grinning at him...

Huang Ming, dressed in an old-fashioned suit, walked up from behind Wu Xiong, adjusting his hat.

"Mr. Wu, could you please do us a small favor..."

Wu Xiong trembled, saying, "Help, help, I'll definitely help, you say, you say..."

Huang Ming said softly, "We've come to facilitate the cooperation between both parties—"

Huang Ming was interrupted mid-sentence when he saw the clown opposite wave his finger.

"Facilitate cooperation, my ass. We're here to take something, you promised to give the thing to the one surnamed Lu."

A glimmer of realization flashed in Huang Ming's eyes, and he immediately corrected himself, "Oh yes, we've come to borrow something. Don't worry, we'll definitely return it."

The clown nodded, "Yes, we'll definitely return it."

Wu Xiong stuttered, "I be-believe..."

...

Since Huang Ming and the clown were both infected, they could not enter Su Jing through normal procedures.

So, boom!!

Amid a roaring explosion of fire, that checkpoint was blown sky-high.

Late that night, boom!!

Another violent explosion sounded from the Starlight Group's warehouse, a towering column of fire shooting into the night sky!

The entire Starlight Group warehouse complex erupted with blaring alarms, and on-duty security and capable individuals rushed to the scene!

However, when they arrived, they found that aside from the blown-open doors, not a single item was missing from the warehouse!

While everyone was scratching their heads, in the shadowy corner behind the warehouse, Huang Ming and the clown stood side by side against the wall.

The clown looked unwell, while Huang Ming appeared nonchalant, even humming a tune.

The clown glanced at him, "Monster hunter, you've finally seen me make a fool of myself. Aren't you feeling smug now?"

Huang Ming stifled a laugh, "No, I really am not."

The clown: "Then why are you laughing?"

This time, Huang Ming couldn't hold it in, "I'm laughing at how we're both illiterate, not realizing that thing was a complete set of equipment, with quite a large size. We couldn't have carried it away even if we wanted to! Hahaha!"

"It's been so long since I've laughed at my own stupidity! Hahaha!"

The clown: "..."

After laughing for a while, Huang Ming said in a low voice, "It seems this matter won't be accomplished anytime soon. Why don't we take a long-term approach?"

The clown didn't respond, recalling the time Lu Yuan had called him.

Beep—

What a coincidence, at that moment the clown's phone received a message.

He opened it to see a photo.

At Lu Yuan's clinic, on the flagpole plaza that was previously bare, a scarecrow now hung from the pole.

After a stunned two seconds, the clown put his phone away without a word. "We can't take a long-term approach."

"If we plan for the long-term now, the one surnamed Lu will plan for the long-term against us when we return."

With that, the clown headed out of the warehouse area.

"You wait for me at the border between S District and X District. Get on the road first, I'll send you the exact location on the way."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to kidnap the CEO of Starlight Group and make him load the equipment onto a truck for you directly."

Huang Ming: "..."

"Yeah, you're the professional when it comes to this kind of thing."

...

Soon after, Huang Ming drove out of Su Jing through another checkpoint.

Naturally, this process was accompanied by another "boom" of a tremendous explosion and soaring flames.

Less than an hour after Huang Ming left Su Jing, boom!!

A burst of fire erupted in a park next to a villa district somewhere within Su Jing...

Since it was a rather sensitive area where only the wealthy elite of Su Jing lived, a large contingent of Inspection Bureau mercenaries quickly assembled.

The mercenaries then began searching the nearby villa district, causing quite a chaotic scene that even led to several clashes between the Inspection Bureau mercenaries and private security guards.

Amid this chaos, the wife of the Starlight Group CEO called the Inspection Bureau, saying her husband had suddenly gone missing.

However, the Inspection Bureau ignored her, as this was an almost monthly occurrence.

By the next morning, that Starlight Group CEO would automatically reappear, reeking of unfamiliar women's perfume.

Almost the entire Su Jing upper class knew that the Starlight Group CEO had a voracious appetite.

So, the CEO's wife, a still elegant beauty, threw a tantrum.

She summoned all her household guards, "Go! All of you go! Heaven on Cloud, Good Phoenix Comes! What was that other one?"

A guard whispered, "Madam, it's Dream Weaver, the new place that opened last month. That's where we found the CEO during lunch last time."

"Oh right! Go to those three places! Split up! Record everything!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The guards were accustomed to this, so they headed out without further ado.

After everyone left, the still elegant beauty returned to her bedroom and leisurely lounged on the bed.

She knew that even with all those guards deployed, they wouldn't be able to bring her dead-beat husband back until at least tonight.

Only at daybreak would the guards dare disturb her boss's indulgence.

However, the lady wasn't upset, because she had her own indulgences.

The villa's undercover security guards - two Level 4 capable individuals.

With bodies as fit as any, far superior to her dead-beat husband!

Her husband liked to play outside, so she played at home. From that perspective, neither was at a disadvantage.

In the upper class, wasn't the relationship between men and women just about playing around?

This was normal.

But this time, the norm seemed to have encountered a slight hiccup.

The lady waited for a while, but her indulgence didn't show up.

She picked up the intercom by the bedside and said, "What are you two doing? Hurry up!"

Yet the intercom remained silent.

Time ticked by, and suddenly the lady grew anxious.

She had just realized that in this huge villa, there was no one else present.

"You, you two, hurry over here..."

"I, I'm not feeling well today, so just, just take it easy..."

"Even if you don't want to exert yourselves, at least come keep me company!"

No matter what the lady said, the only sound from the intercom was the crackle of static, without a single human voice.

The lady huddled on the bed, not daring to move.

After who knows how long, suddenly!

The lady heard... a noise coming from under the bed.

It sounded like something heavy was being dragged along.

In an instant, the lady felt that her already silent bedroom had become even more still.

The dragging sound from under the bed grew increasingly distinct.

Thump!

Suddenly, it seemed like something had struck the bed frame!

The woman was so terrified that she almost screamed out loud!

But she didn't. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands.

Now the woman was certain that there was something under her bed.

Whoosh—

A chilling gust of cold wind blew towards the back of her head. She hugged the blanket tightly, wanting to bury her head in it.

But at that moment, a pale hand grabbed her blanket.

A low, eerie voice sounded almost next to the woman's ear.

"Madam, don't look under the bed, hehe hehe..."

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