He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles emitting a slight crack.

"With just one punch, [Mask] will have to kneel at my feet."

The special agent was filled with confidence.

This confidence came from the profound heritage of the Divine Bloodline and also from thorough preparation.

In the study that afternoon, he dissected every frame of [Mask]’s movements in the sewer into hundreds of data slices.

The opponent’s bizarre movement techniques, the ability to manipulate shadows, the moment of bone mutation... he had studied all the details meticulously.

In other words, no one understands [Mask] better than he does!

And the opponent knew nothing about him or about the power of these Finger Tigers.

The advantage was his in intelligence, in equipment, and in Martial Arts level.

The special agent couldn’t fathom how he could lose.

In addition, to prevent any unexpected mishaps in the sewer, he even left enough "contingency redundancy."

"Even if [Mask]’s real strength is fifty percent stronger than in the livestream, he can’t last more than three rounds in my hands!"

The special agent was resolute in his heart, no longer hesitating as he leaped into the well.

However, just moments after the echo of his landing dissipated, two figures silently appeared at the edge of the well.

One tall and one short, their outlines blurry, like entities directly extruded from the shadows.

The tall one was as thin as a bamboo pole, the short one hunched over, their faces against the night were withered and wax yellow, like ancient corpse wax, expressionless, only a cruel gleam flickering deep within their eyes.

Without any excess communication, the two exchanged a glance and jumped into the well together.

They landed silently, perfectly integrating into the darkness of the sewer.

The special agent was completely unaware of the malice following him in the darkness behind, simply keeping in step with Feng Ju’s pace.

He had already given Feng Ju the coordinates, leaving the underground navigation to him.

"Keep the noise down! Dim the flashlight to the weakest level!"

The special agent warned with a furrowed brow, afraid that Feng Ju would make any noise to scare away Li Shang and [Mask] in the sewers.

Feng Ju did not turn around, simply obeyed silently.

The beam of the flashlight instantly contracted to only illuminate the ground right beneath their feet, and their footsteps intentionally slowed down and softened.

The already pitifully low visibility instantly dropped to almost pitch-black levels.

The oppressive, clammy darkness surged from all directions, as if trying to drag the two of them into an abyss of darkness.

Time crawled slowly amid the oppression and stench, a quarter of an hour felt like a century.

Suddenly, Feng Ju turned off the flashlight, his voice carrying a barely noticeable tension:

"Special agent, the coordinates should be just up ahead."

The special agent lightly tapped his frame, and the lenses immediately glowed a ghostly green. He skillfully adjusted the focus, the world in the mirror becoming as clear as day.

"Keep up."

In a low, instructive voice, he had already silently moved ahead of Feng Ju, becoming the pathfinder.

Feng Ju was happy to let the special agent go first, deliberately staying at the original spot for two seconds to distance himself about five or six meters, in case the explosion killed him too.

He held his breath, every muscle tense, and his Spirit highly focused.

"The detonation point is just ahead, it should definitely kill the special agent, yes, it will definitely kill him."

Feng Ju kept encouraging himself in his mind.

Because they were unsure of the special agent’s actual combat power, they took the safest approach—not engaging in direct combat but instead planning to blow him up.

This method was truly secure; Feng Ju couldn’t think of a reason for failure.

Just ahead, just ahead.

Feng Ju silently counted down the distance in his mind.

Fifty meters... forty meters... thirty meters...

The distance rapidly decreased as the silent countdown continued.

Twenty meters... fifteen meters... ten meters...

Feng Ju’s pupils contracted to the extreme in the darkness, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Five—four—three—"

The countdown in his mind reached the final sprint!

It’s now!

Feng Ju’s steps came to an abrupt halt, his eyes flashing with vicious light, and an hysterical roar shouted from the depths of his heart:

"Blow——it——up!!!"

He seemed to already see the skyrocketing flames, blowing the special agent’s arrogant figure to smithereens.

second.

Not a sound, only the dripping of dirty water.

seconds.

The special agent, oblivious, continued to walk forward cautiously, scanning the surrounding tunnels skeptically.

seconds.

...Nothing happened.

The anticipated storm of destruction did not descend.

No explosion, no flames, no shock wave, only the unchanged, suffocating silence and stench of the sewer.

The special agent stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, his handsome face now gloomy to the point of dripping water.

He glared at Feng Ju, who was somewhat distant, and sinisterly questioned:

"Is this the place? Where are they? Where’s Li Shang? Where’s [Mask]?!"

Feng Ju stood dumbfounded: "???"

You’re asking me, who should I ask? I want to know where they are more than you do!

Feng Ju’s mind was a chaotic mess, as if a tangled ball of yarn was stuffed inside, unsure what went wrong.

Where was the explosion?

Wasn’t it supposed to blow up the special agent?

I brought him here; why didn’t it explode?

The special agent saw Feng Ju standing there with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word, and coldly said:

"You useless fool, did you lead us the wrong way?"

Feng Ju, a seasoned constable, had the qualified ability to explore maps and confirm coordinates.

How could he make such a basic mistake?

He opened his mouth: "Impossible, the coordinates clearly indicate here."

The next moment, as if responding to Feng Ju’s lying, an abrupt explosion of "Boom rumble——!!!" occurred.

In an instant, the entire underground tunnel trembled violently, with sticky moss, condensed droplets, and chunks of concrete falling like a torrential downpour.

The explosion’s magnitude was terrifying, one could imagine.

But the problem was... it was the wrong place!!!

The explosion wasn’t beneath the special agent’s feet but rather at a location more than a hundred meters ahead, where the flames erupted.

The violent airwaves and scorching heat, mixed with a strong scent of smoke and a heavier sewer stench, surged like an invisible tsunami, flowing turbulently through the twisted tunnels.

The gusts made Feng Ju and the special agent’s clothing flap wildly, almost losing their balance.

The moment the explosion sounded, the special agent shot Feng Ju a fierce glance, furiously cursed "You fool," and then swiftly rushed toward the explosion.

Feng Ju’s mind buzzed, falling into self-doubt:

"Could it be, perhaps, that I did lead the wrong way?"

If I really led them the wrong way, then why did it still explode when the special agent was here, what’s being blown up?

Are they blowing up air?!!

A thousand wild horses ran across Feng Ju’s mind, with only three words echoing repeatedly in his mind:

"Premature explosion? Premature explosion? Pre——mature——explosion?!"

He truly couldn’t guess what Li Shang and the others were doing, only confirming the special agent couldn’t be killed, the plan had utterly failed.

His face darkened, he abruptly turned around, and frantically sprinted back the way they came.

The special agent’s survival didn’t matter, his only way out was a race against time to the villa.

He had to find the Sheepskin Scroll before the special agent returned.

Then, Feng Ju had barely run ten meters when he suddenly felt an icy blast brush past his temple, raising goosebumps on his skin like an electric shock.

He widened his eyes in horror, discovering two ghostly shadows seemed to float out from the rusted pipes on both sides?

Their speed was unbelievably fast!

Almost the moment he saw the ghostly shadows, one with a waxy, withered, aged face like aged corpse skin was already inches away.

The decayed breath emanating from the wrinkles invaded his nostrils, the shriveled lips brushing against his nose tip, uttering words like sandpaper scraping dry bones:

"Little boy, you’re not going to join the fun ahead, why... are you scrambling back?"