After deciding on the travel plans, Wen Wen waited another day in Tongling City until Tao Qingqing had completely handed over her work in Tongling City. Then, they got into the black sports car and drove all the way to Shengjing City, where the Hunter Association headquarters was located nearby.
In the speeding car, only Tao Qingqing and the third cub driving were present, while Wen Wen himself had entered the containment facility.
The itinerary for the trip to Hunter Island had already been sent over. All the demon hunters attending from the Huafu region would first gather at the Huafu branch headquarters, then proceed together to a small town in the Jinying region to wait, before being collectively brought to Hunter Island.
This was Wen Wen's first time leaving the Huafu region, so he needed to make some preparations in advance.
Within the Huafu region, the functions of the containment facility would not be hindered. However, Wen Wen was unsure whether other containment personnel could still enter the containment facility normally once he left the Huafu region, so he needed to plan ahead.
It had to be said that with Tao Qingqing present, Wen Wen could relax a lot while driving. Although the third cub could drive, it couldn't be seen by others, and there still needed to be someone in the car.
"Drive..." Wen Wen suddenly thought of something and muttered, "Speaking of which, can I train the third cub to fly a plane?"
That's right, Wen Wen felt he should have a private jet suitable for himself. As his strength grew and his range of activities expanded, the maneuverability of a sports car was clearly insufficient.
However, he couldn't extort airplanes from the black boss; they couldn't get their hands on such things. The ones Feng Ruixing could buy were all civilian models. Wen Wen planned to find an opportunity to get one through the Hunter Association's channels. He didn't know how many demon hunter coins it would cost, but he thought it wouldn't be too expensive.
...
Deep in the ocean, on an unnamed island.
A figure in a white robe was leisurely trimming potted plants. A faint white light gently drifted around the man, infusing the surrounding flowers and plants with vibrant life.
Behind him stood a figure in black armor. This figure was the death knight that Wen Wen had seen before. When not on duty, the death knight served as the white-robed man's personal bodyguard.
Suddenly, a gray light flashed, and a figure wearing a white shirt and gray overalls knelt abruptly on the ground.
On this man's head were two black iron conical hats, firmly covering his eyes: "Guide, Mr. Death Knight, Aisuwakazi's aura has disappeared."
The Guide calmly asked, "What about that demon hunter named Monument?"
"Still alive," the man replied.
The Guide revealed a slight smile: "Then he shouldn't be dead, but his aura has disappeared... He must have been locked up in the containment facility, perhaps. Things are getting more and more interesting."
"The containment facility again, sir. This cannot continue. The only containment personnel we know of now is that demon hunter with supreme strength. I request to lead a team to capture him for you."
The Guide shook his head: "Do you know where he is? Do you have the ability to bring him back under Jin Ke La's protection?"
The death knight was speechless. He instinctively felt that Wen Wen would be a big trouble in the future, but he didn't know how to capture Wen Wen.
"The Hunter Association holds an exchange meeting every three years. That containment personnel should appear at a specific location. I want to go and see that new containment personnel myself."
"He is just a minor character, not worth your personal effort."
The Guide smiled: "If things are as I suspect, then nothing is not worth it. Seeing him later would be my loss."
The death knight took a step back and remained silent. To him, the Guide's commands were absolute.
The Guide looked at the potted plants with a slight daze and sighed softly, "Are you back... If only you had died simply and decisively."
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Jinying Region, south of Fenling Island, port city of Neem.
The sky here always seemed to be overcast, with only a few sunny days. For the rest of the time, there was smog, the difference being merely heavy smog and light smog.
This was the first city in the Federation to undergo industrialization, and it had paid too much to boost its economy. Even after all the factories in the city shut down, the weather here could never return to its previous state.
This city had a unique custom that other cities didn't: wearing masks. Men, women, old, and young all considered wearing masks outdoors to be fashionable. Those who didn't wear masks outdoors were considered morally corrupt, and even roadside stalls wouldn't sell them anything.
Because of this custom, which was considered excessive by other cities, this city with the worst air quality in the entire Federation became the city with the fewest respiratory infections in the entire Federation...
The mist pervading the city provided a hiding place for some unspeakable creatures. According to incomplete statistics from the Hunter Association, the monster density in this city was nearly ten times higher than in ordinary cities.
At this moment, in a narrow alley on the south side of the city, a ragged scavenger, wearing a mask made from his own clothes, was squatting in the alley eating unpalatable food.
Suddenly, a dazzling lightning bolt flashed. After the light, a man wearing a felt hat and a tea-colored overcoat appeared in the beggar's line of sight. The beggar could guarantee with his mask that this person had appeared out of thin air, without any warning whatsoever.
As soon as the man stood firm, he ran towards the beggar, as if something terrifying was chasing him.
No, not as if, but truly was!
The beggar faintly saw a creature like a tattered cloth with a terrifying face floating behind the man. Although the creature didn't touch the man, the man's appearance was rapidly aging.
Within a distance of just over ten meters, the man transformed from a strong youth in his twenties to an old man on the verge of death.
The beggar was so terrified by this bizarre scene that his hair stood on end. He had been a wanderer in this city for over a decade and knew that there were things in the depths of the city that should not be touched, so he had always lived very cautiously. However, he had never seen such a scene before today.
"Give me your time!"
The almost decaying old man touched the beggar's shoulder in his final moments. The beggar was shocked to find his physical strength rapidly draining away.
No... it wasn't physical strength draining away, but time!
The aged man quickly became young, and the terrifying monsters that had been chasing the man all gathered behind the beggar.
Watching the beggar's body gradually age and then turn to dust in seconds, the man breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that as long as he killed someone, those things wouldn't chase him for a while.
"This time I was lucky to divert the hounds' attention, but what about next time... and the hounds are appearing more and more frequently."