Chapter 31: Sanction
Mo Tu’s divination method is quite peculiar.
If you want to predict the situation of a certain matter or person without knowing a single thing about it, there’s a good chance you’ll flop at divination.
But as long as you know a smidge more and have a clear direction for your divination, your success rate skyrockets, giving you the result you want.
It can reach a maximum of ninety percent success—leaving a ten percent failure rate.
If you hit that ninety percent and still bomb, well, let’s just say Mo Tu’s having a bad hair day.
“Divination starting.”
Mo Tu closed his eyes, activating the 【He Tu and Luo Shu】 constellations.
A torrent of divination information flooded into his brain, sorting, simplifying, and consolidating until the most crucial bits stood out like a sore thumb.
“Found it.”
Mo Tu opened his eyes, casually pulled up a virtual screen, zoomed in on a map, and locked onto a spot before notifying Yao Can.
Meanwhile, on the other end.
Waiting Yao Can received Mo Tu’s message, gave it a quick glance, then sprang into action.
“Night Watcher Second Squad, follow me!”
A horde of Night Watchers promptly charged out, heading straight for their final destination like kids on a field trip.
…
In a secret little hideout.
Three kidnappers were engaged in what seemed to be a brainstorming session about the best way to resolve their mess.
The skinny guy had bruises all over his face, a testament to the muscle-bound brute not holding back earlier.
“Why don’t we grab someone else while we still have time?”
The burly man snorted, “Can you handle that risk? If we mess up just once, we’re toast—no one’s going to bail us out this time.”
In this day and age, the risks of crime were sky high.
Even though criminals had become stronger with advances in technology, law enforcement wasn’t just sitting on their hands; they had snazzier gadgets and weapons. If you got pinpointed, escaping was like trying to run from a toddler.
Plus, most folks had alarms on them—calling for help was a breeze. Sound-activated alarms are just the tip of the iceberg; there’s neural, bodily, and even consciousness control alarms.
Killing someone might be easier, but capturing someone alive without prep? That’s practically a d*ath wish.
They weren’t foolish enough to sacrifice their freedom for a measly payday; you needed life to enjoy cash!
As for the girl they had abducted? That had already been decided long ago.
They were supposed to deliver their ‘merch’ to some special buyers today.
But the goods had already met their unfortunate demise.
Messing up the order meant permanent unemployment.
These crooks couldn’t shoulder the risk without a protective agency backing them.
The three men pondered in deep thought, brainstorming remedies.
Then, all of a sudden, a loud bang echoed through the room.
Boom!
The burly man reacted first, grabbing a heavy weapon and getting ready for action.
However, in the next heartbeat, the metal weapon in his hands began to corrode rapidly, along with every other metal object around.
A foul stench filled the air, assaulting their senses.
The burly man dropped his now-useless weapon, stunned into silence.
“What the heck is going on?”
The skinny guy exclaimed in a panic, “Big bro, what do we do? It seems like someone’s attacking us!”
“Let’s fight back!”
The burly man snatched a wooden stick—his only remaining weapon untouched by rust and prepared to counterattack.
But despair clawed at him as he felt his body behaving strangely.
All his joints felt like they had hit puberty and decided to freeze up, twisting and turning was a Herculean task—like trying to move rusty gears.
The three men’s eyes widened, disbelief plastered on their faces.
Bang!
The old, rusty door flew off its hinges with a kick as a cold, ominous man strode in, his piercing dead-fish eyes sweeping over the trio.
“Three of you, eh?”
Yao Can stepped right in front of the frozen burly man, coldly asking, “Now spill it, where’s the girl you kidnapped?”
The burly man trembled, acutely aware of the danger, having spent his whole life walking on the edge of a kn*fe.
In this guy’s presence, any thought of resisting dissolved like sugar in hot tea—his muscles felt like sponges.
“Who are you? The police?”
“Answer me. You have one shot.”
Yao Can exuded such a stifling pressure that someone with a weaker mental state would have folded like a cheap suit.
The burly man’s forehead dripped with cold sweat, as if he could see the Grim Reaper waving at him.
Police?
Were the police supposed to have this frightful aura? Even if they had advanced weapons pointed at his head, he wouldn’t freak out this much.
This guy was a monster!
“She’s dead.”
“What?”
“That girl? She died last night.”
Yao Can’s pupils widened slightly; you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he absorbed this shocking news.
“Who did it?”
“That guy.”
The burly man pointed a finger at the skinny one, throwing him under the bus without a second thought.
Yao Can strode toward the skinny guy, staring him down like a hungry wolf eyeing a timid lamb.
“Gulp…” The skinny guy gulped, shaking like a leaf.
“You…”
Bang!
Yao Can launched a punch at the skinny guy, sending him flying into a pile of junk where he promptly went quiet.
“Hmph!”
Yao Can shook his hand free of bl**d, his anger simmering at a raging level.
He could only imagine how high his bl**d pressure shot up at the news of the target’s demise.
He wanted nothing more than to wipe out all three of these fools right then and there.
Star Holders, living or dead, were incredibly important.
While they were alive, at least you could attempt to control things, but once they were gone? That was another story.
If the body was not properly handled, it could very well turn into a Star Eclipse.
And that was no laughing matter.
Not to mention Lianhua was an Extraordinary Star Holder—if she turned into a Star Eclipse, it would unleash a terrifying Supernova!
“What about her body?”
“The trash processing plant in the northern suburbs.” The stout man replied nervously.
Yao Can marched over, grabbing the stout guy by the collar and dragging him along like a rag doll.
Soon, other Night Watchers came in, hauling away the burly man and the unconscious skinny guy.
Given their crimes, they could easily have been sentenced to d*ath multiple times over.
At that moment, one of the Night Watchers spotted a puppet box in the corner.
“What’s this?”
The burly man, seeming to have resigned himself to fate, replied, “Just stuff belonging to the girl.”
“Take it.”
…
Night Watcher Base.
Mo Tu waited quietly at the entrance, soon welcoming the returning Night Watcher Second Squad.
“Back already? That was quick.”
Mo Tu smiled as he approached.
“How did it go?”
The lead Night Watcher looked at the colleague adorned with the Sunlight-level Night Watcher emblem and replied, “The target was killed by the crime gang; the boss is going to retrieve the body.”
Mo Tu’s expression stiffened, his smile fading into an abyss of neutrality.
“Is that so? You all worked hard.”
Then he noticed the puppet box in the hands of the Night Watcher.
“Is this the girl’s possession?”
“Yeah.”
“Hand it over to me.”
“Uh…” The Night Watcher hesitated, clutching the puppet box tightly.
Mo Tu replied nonchalantly, “No need to hesitate; I’ll explain later.”
“Understood.”
Mo Tu took the puppet box from the Night Watcher and turned to leave.
