Jiao Xinlei wanted to chat more, but her body suddenly stiffened, and then she screamed.
Because something slippery and slimy had crawled into her pants leg, and had now reached her chest!
It was still inside her clothes, wriggling around!
"Keep it down, don't disturb my driving. There are many roads, but safety is the first priority," Wen Wen said, finding it a bit noisy.
"There's a snake, there's a snake!" Jiao Xinlei cried out in distress, feeling the snake inside her clothes.
Although she had become a superpowered individual, she hadn't yet mastered combat abilities, nor had she experienced a real fight, so in this regard, she was no different from an ordinary woman.
"Relax, this is my pet snake. It won't bite without my command," Wen Wen reassured her.
"Then hurry up and let it out!" Jiao Xinlei screamed.
"Oh, women, always so troublesome. San Zai, come out, stop messing around," Wen Wen commanded, feeling helpless.
Then Jiao Xinlei saw a transparent little snake, as thick as a thumb and half a meter long, crawl out from her collar, onto Wen Wen, wrap around his neck, close its eyes, and start sleeping.
When wrapped around his neck, it looked like a scarf.
Before it was named, San Zai had been completely tamed by Wen Wen. Wen Wen told it to eat calluses, and it dared not eat loaches.
Its mimicry ability was of great help to Wen Wen, so Wen Wen occasionally brought it along.
The snake emitted a fragrant scent. Wen Wen took a deep breath and then said to Jiao Xinlei, "Your perfume smells nice."
Startled by the snake, Jiao Xinlei's emotions were still unsettled, so she didn't realize what Wen Wen was saying.
Soon, the two arrived at the city sanatorium. Their first stop was to see Zhang Kewe.
The incident had occurred in his private museum, and to investigate, they needed to consult him first.
Even in the world of superpowered individuals, the power of capital was immense.
After a thorough security check, Wen Wen finally met the legendary Zhang Kewe in person.
Unlike the vigorous and ambitious entrepreneur in the photos, the person sitting before Wen Wen was a white-haired old man with an IV drip in his arm.
However, Wen Wen would not underestimate him because of this. He could feel at least five superpowered individuals nearby!
Many superpowered individuals were unwilling to join the Hunter Association but were forbidden from illegal activities under the association's supervision. Therefore, to obtain a better life, some superpowered individuals chose to become bodyguards for important figures like Zhang Kewe.
Of course, the Hunter Association had strict regulations in this regard. Only major figures among ordinary people like Zhang Kewe qualified to hire superpowered bodyguards.
And those wealthy individuals unaware of the superpowered world could not even come into contact with superpowered beings.
Among the five superpowered individuals nearby, three had a similar strength of aura to Jiao Xinlei, meaning they were at the exploration level.
Another one was likely at the mastery level, appearing to be the squad leader of these bodyguards.
The last one was a middle-aged woman lying on the sofa, fiddling with a game console. Wen Wen couldn't gauge her strength, but from the friendly gaze she cast at him, she was likely a superpowered individual sent by the Hunter Association to protect Zhang Kewe.
Many demon hunters, after retiring from frontline duties, took on less demanding tasks like protecting VIPs.
"Mr. Zhang, last night a superpowered individual broke through the window of your private museum. Do you have any information about this?"
Zhang Kewe's eyes flickered. After thinking for a while, he said:
"I don't know more about that person than you do. After the incident, I sent people to investigate. There were traces of superpowered activity at night before that time, but the traces were very few."
He was thinking not because he wanted to conceal anything, but because his mind worked slower than before.
"Did you lose anything?" Wen Wen asked as a formality.
"No, nothing," Zhang Kewe replied.
Wen Wen nodded. Zhang Kewe's answers were direct and didn't seem like lies.
This meant he truly didn't know about the philosopher's bracelet before. Therefore, no one knew what he had taken from the museum. This was good news.
After the routine questions were finished, Jiao Xinlei and Wen Wen didn't stay any longer and left the sanatorium.
"Sigh… rich people. Look at their lives, and then look at mine…"
Wen Wen sighed. After obtaining the gold and getting a new car, he had felt like a wealthy person.
But compared to Zhang Kewe, he felt like a beggar.
"Humans are never satisfied."
Sitting in the car, the two began to analyze their conversation with Zhang Kewe.
"He didn't lose anything, so that superpowered individual didn't do anything wrong. Perhaps they only appeared there because they were startled by something."
Wen Wen was subtly defending himself.
"But he's still a pervert," Jiao Xinlei said seriously.
"Being a pervert isn't a crime…" Wen Wen replied feebly.
For superpowered individuals who caused some trouble but committed no major crimes, the Hunter Association usually identified them, placed them under supervision, and did not pursue them further.
As long as they didn't cause trouble, they were considered good superpowered individuals.
If their identity could not be ascertained, the association would not insist, and would merely record the information.
Therefore, as long as Wen Wen did not leave any clues, after a long period of fruitless investigation, the Hunter Association would give up investigating the previous streaking incident.
The association had so many matters to deal with every day; if they pursued every trivial matter, they would have no time for anything else.
Afterwards, Wen Wen only needed to pretend to investigate with Jiao Xinlei and then submit the report to Lin Zhe Yuan. The matter would then be concluded.
The remaining tasks would be handled by the assistants.
After discussing the streaking man incident, Jiao Xinlei hesitated and said to Wen Wen, "I think there's something wrong with Zhang Kewe."
"Oh? What's wrong?" Wen Wen asked casually.
Jiao Xinlei carefully chose her words and said, "He should have already died."
Wen Wen became alert and asked in surprise, "You mean he's a zombie?"
Jiao Xinlei shook her head. "No, I mean, he should have died long ago, but he is still alive now. He didn't die on the day he was supposed to."
"Isn't that strange? It just means that the deaths you see can be interfered with and changed. This should be a good thing for you," Wen Wen tried to console her.
"It's a bit different. His lifespan has long since been depleted, not just by avoiding a single life-or-death crisis. He's relying on something else to sustain his life, but I don't know what it is. It's certainly not normal things like medicine."
Wen Wen didn't pay much attention. "It's not surprising for a wealthy magnate like him to have strange methods of extending his life. It's only our business if these methods violate the association's regulations."
Jiao Xinlei nodded and didn't pursue the matter further. She lacked Wen Wen's experience in this area.
If Wen Wen were truly investigating the muscular streaking man, he would certainly not overlook this suspicious point.
However, the streaking man was himself, so he had no desire to delve deeper, thus hastily covering up the matter.
On the rooftop of the tallest building in the sanatorium stood a figure in a white suit. His face was indistinct as he silently watched Wen Wen and Jiao Xinlei gradually depart below.
After watching for a while, he withdrew his gaze. Then he raised his hand and carefully examined the object in his palm.
It was a broken mouse puppet!