I Am Your Natural Enemy

Seriously, this is only because Gray Cloth’s current specialty in toughness isn’t physical at all, but is focused on yang energy and explosive resistance, and as a side effect, its resistance to fire is skyrocketing.

Gray Cloth knocked out the two people and still didn’t let go; Wen Yan even feels like it’s the number one fighter in the house now. If something goes wrong… he’ll just send it back to the Old Celestial Master.

Whatever, following Wen Yan is pretty good. Even though Wen Yan can endure even more than it, and is even more hardcore than it.

But it’s no big deal. As long as it hides when things get tough, Wen Yan won’t force it.

Gray Cloth had grown a lot longer, with each end tied around a ”keychain” person, joined together and draped over two small street lamps, waiting there quietly like that.

Sparrow Cat peeked out the window, checked that everything was fine, and gave Wen Yan a call back.

”It’s settled. Those two have been caught by us.”

”You’re all okay, right?”

”Of course we’re okay! I personally took action!” Sparrow Cat bragged enthusiastically.

Wen Yan didn’t bother to expose Sparrow Cat’s bs. Everyone was fine, and judging by the time, it must’ve been resolved pretty quickly.

Just as expected—if they needed to pretend to be someone else to deceive, then they definitely weren’t the direct confrontation expert types.

”Did they say anything?”

”Nope, they’re knocked out, hanging from the street lamps outside. Want me to come and interrogate for you?”

”No need, leave them. Just wait for me to come back.”

”Alright, the head-on battle is done, come back and wrap things up.”

After hanging up, Wen Yan no longer had anything to worry about.

He looked up into the distance and asked Tong Si,

”Can you see what kind of people are nearby?”

”Almost all are around the battlefield and the camp.” Tong Si scanned the area again and shook his head.

”The aura here is way too chaotic; I can’t see things very clearly.”

Tong Si thought for a moment, then dashed quickly to the top of the mountain, looked all around, and tried hard to filter out those messy auras’ interference.

Then he came down from the mountaintop and pointed in a direction.

”There are three directions. A few li away, I can sense something in all three.”

”But one way, there are a lot of people, and judging by the aura changes, they should be Scorching Sun Department people.”

”Another way, there are ghosts. I can sense someone familiar—probably Lord Zhu’s people.”

”And the last direction, it’s demon kin aura, about three kilometers away—not very strong.”

”Point it out, be more specific.”

Tong Si pointed out the direction and showed Wen Yan the exact location.

Wen Yan immediately calculated. From that position, you could indeed overlook a large area here.

He’d just arrived on this side, but back at home, scammers immediately showed up—obviously, someone knows his whereabouts.

No way anyone tracked him in the Nether Path, and when he’s at home, no one should be able to spy on his place and leave everyone totally unaware.

So it can only be here—someone here saw him and leaked his movements.

For that, you’d need communication tools. The simplest? Cell phone.

Wen Yan took out his phone, gave Black Box a few parameters, and asked about the area within about ten kilometers—besides him, had anyone else sent out any messages?

And the device that received the message—within Virtue City’s boundaries.

Black Box quickly returned the results: someone used a regular civilian device to make a call. The device receiving it connected via Virtue City’s signal base station.

Then it gave a not-so-precise location.

Wen Yan checked, matched it with what Tong Si said, and confirmed—it was those people over there who leaked his whereabouts.

These demons, when enjoying modern conveniences, always like to use their old methods to handle the ”restrictions” that come with those conveniences.

Oh—for them, it’s a ”risk.”

Let’s be real, it’s not just them; most people don’t have a clue about this stuff.

But at least, ordinary people wouldn’t do something as dumb as robbing a bank, then depositing the loot into the same bank.

Wen Yan called Li Linlin. The call went through, so she probably wasn’t in the tomb yet.

”How’s it going on your end?”

”It’s okay for now, they’re still fighting.”

Wen Yan glanced at the distant hill and headed into the camp. When he saw Li Linlin, he pulled a small snack from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.

”Eat it, don’t waste food.”

Then he looked around at the guards posted here. Many of them were ghosts. He went over and gave each one a blessing of Yang energy.

Once he made sure there was nothing wrong here for now, Wen Yan communicated with the guards a bit, then charged out the front straight away.

He’d just been curious about a few things—purely for research purposes and honestly didn’t care much about this tomb.

So yesterday, he went to the detention center instead of coming here.

Who would’ve thought these bastards would be so bold—they really think they’re about to get away, so now they’re acting without a care, huh?

Wen Yan charged straight out. As bullets flew toward him, his left hand waved rapidly in front of his body, fingernails swatting away all the surprise shots coming at him.

Pushing directly forward, the first thing he saw behind a giant boulder was an Emei Monkey, covered in bulging muscles, who was nearly 1.7 meters tall just sitting there.

The big monkey spotted Wen Yan and grinned menacingly.

Next moment, Wen Yan activated Explosive Great Sun, blessed himself, and as the opponent’s arms—like hammers—were being raised high, just as he was about to smash down—