Chapter 105: Masterpiece

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Chu Ning patiently awaited the target’s fiery resurgence. “Resurgence” might not be the most accurate term; it was more like reentering their field of vision. Villains rarely meet their demise before providing the protagonist with valuable experience.

Even though the distant two-story building was now reduced to smoldering ruins, and the figures that once manned the guns had long since vanished, the explosion had altered many things—the terrain before them, the balance of offense and defense.

“Could the target be dead?” Tanya’s worry was justified. No matter how many incredible things she had encountered, she still instinctively relied on past experience to make sense of the situation. After all, her knowledge of the supernatural world was fragmented and incomplete, offering little help in analyzing the present.

“Impossible. Rest assured, she isn’t that easy to kill. My masterpiece can’t be that fragile!” Chu Ning declared confidently.

“Who’s there, playing tricks? Speak up if you have the courage!” Chu Ning’s sharp voice cut through the air. Once the target appeared, some unworthy contenders were eliminated, and a few suspicious characters surfaced. The remaining talents were their true rivals.

Most people on the scene wore gas masks, making it difficult for Chu Ning to identify the speaker. Moreover, the voice was mechanized and electronic, distorted with an echo that defied tracing.

Seeking but finding no clue, the agonized cries of the wounded only fueled Chu Ning’s frustration. He needed silence to concentrate, to root out the lurking, sleazy figure hidden in the shadows.

Judging by the voice, the target seemed connected to this person. Chu Ning was unwilling to let them slip away. His instincts told him that capturing this figure would yield exciting information. Secret experimental data sounded immensely valuable, stirring his enthusiasm.

This meant the other party must be even more valuable than the target. A successful experiment implied the possibility of replication. Chu Ning silently set a small goal for himself: to catch that shadowy old man hiding in the darkness.

The voice was rough and hoarse, faintly ominous. Chu Ning scanned the area, his gaze settling on the old man who had previously aimed a gun at him. He observed him intently for a long moment. When the old man glared back warily, Chu Ning calmly shifted his gaze elsewhere.

To be honest, Chu Ning was quite a grudging person. Even though masks concealed faces, he distinguished the old man by his clothing.

Killing him had been part of Chu Ning’s plan all along. If given the chance, he wouldn’t hesitate to finish him off—no trouble at all. As long as it didn’t interfere with the mission, he welcomed the old man’s demise.

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“The one who spoke before might be him; the suspicion is high!” Chu Ning muttered to himself. Among all he had encountered, only the old man fit the description. This amplified his suspicion, though the possibility of a voice changer couldn’t be ruled out.

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