Chapter 620

Chapter 442 – Escaping Back

On the northern shore of Conquer Sea, in Trua.

At night, in a certain place at the edge of Trua city, within a basement of a house.

This was a cluttered underground room filled with miscellaneous items. The dim light from a gas lamp faintly illuminated the surroundings. In this messy basement filled with weeds and scattered wooden crates, there were three figures present.

In the basement, there were three men dressed differently. One of them, wearing black clothes, was tightly bound by coarse hemp ropes and hung from the ceiling beam of the house. His feet did not touch the ground as he swayed slightly in mid-air, his eyes closed tightly as if in a state of unconsciousness.

On either side of the hanging man in black, there were two other men in regular clothing. They sat and stood near the hanging man, occasionally glancing around and observing him with wary expressions, as if on high alert for something.

As time passed, the man hanging in the basement slowly opened his tightly shut eyes. Just regaining consciousness, he was confused by the situation before him. However, as his memories began to resurface, his brows furrowed slightly.

The man who had just regained consciousness finally recalled what happened before he lost consciousness. He remembered that he belonged to the secret organization, the Dark Gold Society. During tonight’s mission, things went terribly wrong; not only did he and his companion fail to complete the task, but they also failed to seize the target’s extraordinary resources and bring him back. Instead, they were captured by the target.

The man carefully recalled what happened before he lost consciousness. He remembered that they fell into a trap; the target knew they were coming and set an ambush in the room. They were caught off guard, and his companion was restrained. When he tried to rescue his companion, the target’s ability to regenerate quickly thwarted him. Ultimately, they were outnumbered and subdued.

“Ugh… d*mn it, I didn’t expect this time to be such a disaster. That target is indeed extraordinary; he not only knew we were coming but also set an ambush. Our plan was uncovered. Who are these people…”

After recalling the previous situation, the man thought to himself. Then he began to seriously observe his surroundings. He saw two guards seemingly on duty nearby and realized his own predicament of being bound and suspended.

“Now, in this state, I’ve been captured. Those two must be the guards. My belongings have likely been searched. They’re suspending me like this to prevent me from touching the ground, making it harder for me to escape using my abilities. They really thought of everything…

“I wonder how Rock is doing right now… He might be separated from me or worse… Regardless, I need to inform Mr. Bengochiel about what happened immediately…”

The man thought to himself, then pretended to be unconscious while subtly observing the situation, the guards’ movements, and the ropes binding him.

“They used coarse hemp rope to bind me… This is great. It seems they know about my abilities but don’t understand them deeply. They think suspending me will seal my powers, but they’re completely wrong.”

After checking the surroundings, the man felt relieved. He could see that after using a grappling strategy to prevent him from entering the ground, they intended to use a similar method to confine him, hoping he would use his abilities due to lack of contact with walls and ground. This hanging method seemed to be their best attempt at imprisonment.

Hanging is effective for a wall-crosser, but the choice of rope is crucial. Although the hemp rope is thick, it cannot actually restrain a wall-crosser. The reason is simple: according to spiritual theory, living, vibrant plants belong to the “cup” category, while dead, lifeless plant remains lose their “cup” properties and gradually become “stone.”

Thus, in spiritual terms, a lush forest is a “cup,” whereas a wooden house built from cut-down trees is a “stone.” Similarly, living hemp grass retains its “cup” properties when growing in the ground, but once it loses vitality and is woven into rope, it becomes “stone.”

A wall-crosser’s ability is not merely to pass through stone walls or enter the ground, but to move freely within objects possessing “stone” properties. Therefore, wall-crossers can traverse wooden walls and hemp ropes. The reason he was subdued earlier was largely because he was held by several large men; human bodies are significant “cup” objects that he cannot pass through.

When the man hanging in mid-air confirmed that the guards were not watching him, he closed his eyes and slowly used his abilities.

Although wall-crossers can pass through nearly all “stone”-property objects, different materials pose varying difficulties. Passing through ordinary rocks is the simplest, allowing immediate activation and swift movement within the rock. Passing through other materials is more challenging, requiring preparation time. The speed and efficiency of passing through mixed materials depend on the proportion of rock components.

Focusing intently, after some preparation, the man activated his abilities. Under the influence of his wall-crossing power, his entire body passed through the coarse hemp ropes binding him, and he fell to the ground. The noise startled the two guards, who immediately drew their pistols to aim at him.

“Don’t move!”

“How did you escape?!”

Without giving the guards any reaction time, the man who had just landed did not wait for the guards to point their guns at him. He activated his abilities again, diving into the rocky ground beneath him. Without hesitation, he quickly burrowed away. The guards, seeing their aim fall empty, were stunned in place.

For a moment, the dim basement was silent. The hemp rope that had bound the man swayed slightly in mid-air, while the two guards exchanged glances and a peculiar smile appeared on their lips.

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Late at night, in a vast area of Trua, near the outskirts of the city.

Between sparse buildings and along the quiet streets, a large courtyard stood. Inside the tall walls, a grand manor stood, even at this late hour, lights still shone brightly inside.

Inside the manor, in a room near a window, a group of figures gathered. Among them was the black-clothed man who had just escaped from the basement.

The black-clothed man knelt on the floor, in front of him was an ornate chair occupied by an elderly man in his fifties, with gray temples, holding a cane, and a solemn expression. To the left of the old man stood a young servant in formal attire, standing straight and focused. On the right stood a middle-aged man in casual clothes, around forty years old, with a beard, and a worried expression. At the edge of the room, several different figures stood respectfully.

“Huff… Huff, I’m sorry, Mr. Bengochiel. Our mission failed. The target knew we were coming and set traps. Both Rock and I fell into their ambush and were subdued. I escaped during their negligence. Rock might already be in grave danger.”

Breathing heavily, the man in the dark recounted to Bengochiel. After listening solemnly, the elder responded with a heavy tone.

“Ambush… It seems the mark has been discovered. Although we anticipated that someone capable of purchasing three copies of the Secret Transmission would not be ordinary, so we sent you and Rock, but it seems we underestimated them…

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