Chapter 28 End

“Team leader! There’s a commotion on the east side! A large number of people are regaining consciousness!”
“Team leader! …………”
Mo Yan pressed his earpiece, speaking at a rapid pace.
“Suppress them immediately; no one is allowed to escape. Use force if necessary.”
The eerie, peaceful atmosphere shattered in an instant. Employees, as if waking from sleep, looked at each other in confusion, their faces blank with bewilderment.
As more and more people woke up, the scene grew increasingly chaotic and noisy.
“Silence!”
Mo Yan climbed to a high vantage point, his gaze as sharp as a blade sweeping over the crowd. Everyone who met his eyes instinctively lowered their heads, too intimidated to utter a sound.
“Please follow the evacuation staff and exit in an orderly manner. Do not do anything out of line, or we have the right to open fire!”
The team members simultaneously drew their guns from their waists. Under the black muzzles, the crowd shrank back in fear.
There was no gentle persuasion here; only swift and forceful suppression could ensure the highest survival rate during such events.
This served not only the investigation team’s mission but also the safety of the public.
If anyone dared to incite the crowd at a moment like this, Mo Yan had no qualms about executing them on the spot.
He would not let the stupidity of a few doom the lives of many.
After a brief, suffocating silence, as the first person began to walk forward, the crowd gradually started moving again.
No longer were their faces numb; now, there was agitation, fear, confusion, and even tears.
Life had returned to them. Though this made the evacuation more difficult, the investigation team members felt a measure of relief.
“Report.”
Mo Yan surveyed the surging crowd from above, his eyes dark and unreadable.
“Communications just came back. Crimson is injured and waiting for extraction on the eighth floor. The rest of the combat team is silent—status unknown.”
“Reassess the Shadowkind: combat ability is now rated B. Do not let them use their powers—eliminate them at range with firearms.”
“And there are additional individuals hunting the Shadowkind. Reports suggest they may be members from other regions, combat strength around A-class.”
“Recommend the investigation team continue evacuating the population, advancing floor by floor.”
Mo Yan was clearly taken aback.
“Additional individuals?”
“Crimson reported it. Someone rescued her and wiped out all the Shadowkind on the eighth floor. She advises avoiding direct confrontation.”
The liaison’s tone was equally perplexed.
“But we just tracked all A-class Wardens via headquarters—none are nearby.”
“Understood … Patch me through to Mu Yu’s communicator.”
Mo Yan remembered he hadn’t been able to reach Mu Yu. Now that communications were back, he might as well check where that kid was hiding.
“Sorry, Mu Yu’s communicator sent a destruction signal. Estimated survival probability … less than ten percent.”
That was the liaison being tactful; in reality, Mu Yu was almost certainly dead, but he was trying to spare Mo Yan, who had always cared for the boy.
“Got it. Have the outer units ready to receive evacuees. We’re heading to the fifth floor.”
Mo Yan thought of the wise-cracking, irreverent figure he’d just hired that morning, now likely dead by afternoon. Life was unpredictable.
But now was not the time to mourn. Once the incident was resolved, Mo Yan could take a bottle of liquor to Mu Yu’s grave and pour his heart out.
Of course, knowing that kid, perhaps a crate of soda would be more appropriate.
Now, he had to see this through. Only then could he face the lost.
“Inform all squads—proceed to the upper floors.”
Mo Yan glanced once more at the empty office area, gave a signal, and started toward the stairwell.
“Ready?”
He turned, fixing his team members with a stern look.
“The commotion just now was likely a diversion. Be vigilant from here on.”
“Yes, sir!”
As always, the response was crisp and resolute. Mo Yan nodded, pushing open the stairwell door.
He ran smack into a figure racing toward him.
“Hey! Watch it! You nearly killed me!”
It took all Mo Yan’s self-control not to pull the trigger. He managed a smile for show while signaling his team to stay alert.

“Excuse me…”
The figure, still muttering curses, lifted her head and met Mo Yan’s gaze.
Wow—so handsome! So tall! So gentle!
“Oh my, thank you for catching me!”
Her affected tone and gestures made Mo Yan wonder if he’d been subjected to psychic contamination.
Still, he forced himself to remain polite and composed.
“What happened upstairs?”
“Oh, right! There’s a lunatic killer! Handsome, we need to run!”
Her starry-eyed expression finally caught up with the situation. She grabbed Mo Yan’s hand, trying to pull him away.
“Wait, what’s that in your hand?”
Mo Yan had gotten the information he wanted. His face turned cold as frost. He casually shoved her toward his teammates.
“Keep an eye on her.”
The female employee, pushed aside, stared after Mo Yan’s gun-toting figure racing upstairs, her mind already spinning a romantic fantasy of hundreds of thousands of words, her cheeks flushed.
“So handsome…”
The four remaining team members instinctively stepped back.
The situation was even more serious than Mo Yan had imagined. Large crowds, panic-stricken, were stampeding down the stairs, terror etched on their faces.
Could it be the Shadowkind, realizing escape was impossible, had begun a reckless massacre?
Mo Yan forced his way through the torrent of people, sprinting upward.
“Don’t kill me!”
A desperate, high-pitched cry for help sounded nearby—hard to believe it came from a middle-aged man, tinged with sobs.
Mo Yan darted out of the jammed stairwell doors, his hawk-like gaze locking instantly on the ‘tragedy’ at the center of the room.
A half-naked pervert was pinning the middle-aged man, clawing at his clothes.
Mo Yan’s scalp prickled.
Four years at the academy, five years on the job—he’d seen all sorts of things.
But never this.
Did all Shadowkind have such bizarre tastes?
“Stop! Let go of the hostage!”
Mo Yan shouted, gun leveled at the bare-chested figure.
With the situation unclear, he couldn’t risk firing—especially with the two tangled together, a bullet might go through both.
The naked figure froze, scarred back lifting from his victim as he turned his head.
“Boss!”
A familiar tone, a familiar expression, a familiar…
What the hell!
Even calm, collected Mo Yan couldn’t help cursing. His expression twisted bizarrely.
Wait—steady now! What if it was a Shadowkind disguised as him?
Mo Yan forced himself to keep it together.
“Quick, boss, help me hold him down! He keeps squirming!”
Mu Yu’s face lit up, pressing down on the middle-aged man with one hand and waving Mo Yan over with the other.
“Help! Somebody!”
Director Bai’s voice was hoarse from screaming.
Mo Yan’s last shred of composure shattered. No matter how skilled the Shadowkind were, no one could imitate such shamelessness so perfectly.
That level of cheek—there was no doubt, it was Mu Yu himself.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Mo Yan holstered his gun, approaching with a pained expression.
“What? Who said I was dead? I went single-handed against him!”
Mu Yu looked equally bewildered.
“You… Get up. Just—get up. What are you doing?”
Mo Yan glanced over Mu Yu’s shoulder. Director Bai’s meticulously tailored suit was now nothing but tatters.

This scene, this wailing, could make even professional beggars weep in sympathy.
It was inhuman.
Mo Yan covered his face, feeling that the investigation team’s hard-won reputation for seriousness in Fengzhou had just been shattered—into pieces too small to ever repair.
“Boss, just hold his hands for me, I’m almost done!”
Mu Yu’s face flushed with excitement, as if he were engaged in something unspeakable.
“I… This… Sigh.”
Mo Yan’s expression had been in perpetual flux since seeing Mu Yu, now scrunched into a knot.
In the end, he sighed deeply and, in resignation, reached out to pin down Director Bai’s flailing arms.

“Is the team leader all right up there?”
Tang Tianhe glanced anxiously at the stairwell, where crowds kept pouring out.
Something must have happened on the fifth floor—otherwise, there wouldn’t be such chaos. Strong as Mo Yan was, he was just one investigator, not one of the battle maniacs from the combat squad.
“Xiao Tang, maybe you should go check. If things go south, you can call for backup.”
“We’ll keep order here. Go on.”
Another team member, shouting to maintain order, nodded at Tang Tianhe.
“All right, I’ll go.”
He gripped his gun and dashed upstairs.
Most of the crowd had gathered on the fourth floor, leaving the stairwell above almost deserted and a mess.
Weak cries for help echoed nearby, tinged with despair and fear.
Tang Tianhe’s heart clenched. He peeked through the door crack.
A familiar figure was pinning down the hands of a panicked man, forcibly holding them to the table.
Another half-naked man, face flushed, was tearing at the man’s clothes.
“Come on! Block one more for me if you dare!”
“Tsk, hurry up.”
That familiar voice.
Tang Tianhe’s pupils dilated. In the light, Mo Yan’s handsome face was clear and bright.
“Xiao Tang, what’s going on up there?”
A team member, sweat beading on his brow as he struggled to keep order, noticed Tang Tianhe coming out of the stairwell.
“Xiao Tang?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, the team leader’s busy up there. Best not to disturb him.”
Tang Tianhe finally snapped out of it, muttering in a daze.
“Brother Ma…”
“What is it?”
Ma Gao glanced at the young man, puzzled by his dull-witted look.
“Does Chief Mo usually treat me well?”
“Of course! He’s famous for looking after the newbies!”
Ma Gao gave a thumbs-up, his four front teeth gleaming in the sunlight, pride written all over his face.
“Oh, I see…”
Tang Tianhe’s expression was odd, as if he’d just been toyed with, and he forced a couple of laughs.
“Heh, heh, that’s nice.”

“Whew, found it.”
Mu Yu beamed as he eyed the golden bug wriggling on Director Bai’s chest.