Chapter Seventy-Three: Fan Tianxing Arrives

He searched for the address No. 16 Beilong Road on the map while speaking to the bat beside him.

“In the future, don’t be so hasty to kill when you find someone. Leave one alive for interrogation, understand?”

The bat nodded. Since this doll-like figure had arrived in the city, some of his methods had truly overturned the perspectives of all these strange beings.

Establishing a human breeding base, registering every peculiar creature, issuing identity documents, recording their abilities—most satisfying to all was the system of distribution according to labor.

Everything Feng Tianlin had done had earned the deep admiration of the city’s supernatural denizens; they respected him from the bottom of their hearts, certain that he was a true master of his craft.

But Feng Tianlin paid it no heed. He had already located No. 16 Beilong Road and was preparing to set out and capture his target. At that moment, the ginger cat he’d sent off earlier trotted back with a spring in its step.

“Master Doll, my skills are warning me—we’re in trouble again. Many, many threats are closing in on us, meow~”

“Master Doll” was the title Feng Tianlin had chosen for himself, thinking it sounded dashing.

He was about to mount the demon-dragon Brangen when the ginger cat’s words made him tilt his head. “Many, many threats? Humans?”

“Of course! What else could it be, meow~” The fat ginger cat stood excitedly, gesturing with its paws. “The threat is about this big.”

Already plump, the cat looked even rounder with its paws stretched wide like a great mound of dough. But Feng Tianlin sensed that the threat was indeed considerable.

He stroked his chin and smirked.

Thinking back to the intelligence he’d overheard on the Ghost Train, he suspected this must be that so-called Chosen One, Director Fan.

If this fellow truly possessed prophetic abilities, might he already know that both Feng Tianlin and Qi Xuan were in Tianjing City?

There were only two possibilities: either he knew, or he didn’t.

If they still came knowing that, it meant they were fully prepared.

If not… then they were simply coming to offer him experience.

But as for Feng Tianlin, the doll—he was not one for worry.

“What will be, will be. Misfortune cannot be avoided.”

There was no escaping this matter anyway, and one of his reasons for coming to Tianjing City was precisely this Fan Tianxing. If Fan was well-prepared and proved unbeatable, he could simply flee.

After all, he had the Ghost Train. With its spatial jumps, surely Fan Tianxing could not chase after a train, could he?

If the fight went in his favor, he’d make Fan his research subject, capture him alive, and extract every useful piece of information.

But another thought occurred—what if the enemy could even predict the Ghost Train?

Shaking his head, he decided not to dwell on it. If the opponent’s powers were truly that terrifying, he wouldn’t have survived this long anyway.

He turned to the bat. “Don’t you have some sort of sonic ability? See if there’s any trace of human activity outside the city.”

The bat nodded, soared into the air, circled a few times, and returned.

“There are about a hundred people, coming by vehicle—four in total. The rear right wheel of the third car has a loose bolt.”

Feng Tianlin stroked his chin—this bat’s skills were impressive indeed.

“Alright, the shelter’s inhabitants are yours. I’ll handle the rest.” Feng Tianlin spoke to the bat.

The bat was visibly delighted; capturing humans would boost its own standing, and the terror energy gained from just one shelter’s worth of humans would be enough to dramatically increase its power.

Meanwhile, inside the shelter, a boy huddled in a corner, pupils contracted, body shivering uncontrollably.

“Xiao Liu, what’s wrong?” A middle-aged man approached, patting his back with concern.

Xiao Liu merely glanced at him, immediately turning away. “We’re doomed. We’re all going to die!”

Everyone heard his words and their faces changed.

“Xiao Liu, what are you talking about? We’re all fine. Why do you say we’re about to die?” The man forced a strained smile.

“I can feel it—he’s about to find us. I can sense it!”

Xiao Liu grew frenzied, turning with bloodshot eyes to shout at the others.

Now everyone understood—the child must have lost his mind.

The man tried to comfort him, but Xiao Liu suddenly sprang up and slammed his head against the wall, blood streaming down his face.

“Xiao Liu! Are you mad?”

Everyone rushed over, cradling him and checking his injuries.

Dazed, Xiao Liu opened his eyes, shook his head, feeling woozy, but then his body jolted. He broke free from the man’s arms.

“I saw it! I saw it all!”

“What did you see?” The others were growing impatient. The boy had seemed fine only moments ago—how had he gone mad so suddenly?

“I saw humanity enslaved, the world destroyed—so many, so many monsters!” Xiao Liu stared at them in terror.

“You’re just describing what we’re living through in Tianjing City. Did you have a nightmare?” The man tried to soothe him.

Xiao Liu pushed him away. “No! Not just here! I mean the entire Blue Star!”

With that, he ran for the door. “I’m going to save the world!”

The man was terrified, grabbing him. “Don’t go out there! Those monstrous beings are all insane. If you leave, you’ll be killed for sure!”

But Xiao Liu ignored him, darting for the entrance and flinging the door wide.

The shelter was underground, always shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by a few dim bulbs. As the door opened, sunlight poured in, and everyone instinctively shielded their eyes, unaccustomed to the glare.

In that moment of confusion, through blurred vision, a giant bat swooped in and smacked Xiao Liu aside with a single wing.

By the time everyone recovered, the enormous bat was standing among them, wings beating. “Ha! I was just struggling to pinpoint your location, and you kindly opened the door for me.”

With another sweep of its wings, a fierce gust sent everyone flying several meters, crashing against the walls. The bat then nonchalantly collected each of the now defenseless people.

It was just like a cat toying with half-dead mice.

“This is a real bounty.”

The bat soared out of the basement, a rope clamped in its jaws, from which the unconscious captives hung, all bound together.

This was one of Feng Tianlin’s techniques—the Art of Tying Knots—truly marvelous.

However, the bat hadn’t noticed that the boy who’d opened the door had been flung into a hidden corner and was left behind.

That boy was Xiao Liu. He did not know how much time had passed before he slowly awoke, a flash of light in his eyes, murmuring, “How have I become human?”

As for Feng Tianlin, he was already preparing for the coming battle.

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