This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 174: Chapter 173: Split

Chapter 174: Chapter 173: Split

(This is the real chapter 174.)

“Those three targets won’t all happen to gather in Opportunity City within one day, will they?” Chen Ke said, flipping over the photos to look at their backs.

There was no information left on the back of the photos; the memetic modifications from last time had made the big shots behind Lester more cautious.

“Yes, of course not, I’ll notify you of the time later, but one of them will be coming to Opportunity City in two days,” Lester said with a smile, tapping on the photo of an elderly white man.

“Two days later… It’s a bit vague now, it’s almost 12 o’clock, is it after 48 hours, or…?” Chen Ke picked up the photo of the elderly white man, examining his features carefully.

“You’re very meticulous, which is excellent. To be precise, it will be the night after tomorrow at 11 PM, he will appear in a mansion in the Holy Oak Villas,” Lester replied.

Hmm… Another mansion.

Chen Ke stroked his chin, pondering. Could it be like the previous target, who sensed someone wanted to assassinate him, so he went into hiding?

If they all hide in Opportunity City, that means they subconsciously think Opportunity City is safe.

In other words, the forces behind Lester likely don’t include Opportunity City in their control area.

“Very much like the previous target; it seems he too will hire a bunch of gunmen to protect himself,” Chen Ke observed.

“On the contrary, he doesn’t have any bodyguards, and he isn’t coming to Opportunity City to escape assassination; he has his own agenda,” Lester corrected, raising his index finger and shaking it.

“No matter what his purpose is, he’s already a dead man,” Chen Ke declared.

Although he said that, his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided this time to try extracting some information before killing the target.

“The last two targets, their schedules are filled with uncertainties. Informants will be updating their information in real-time, so… focus on this old man for now,” Lester advised with a smile.

He limped toward the coffee machine, pouring freshly boiled coffee into a red mug.

“Then I’ll be waiting for your contact at any moment,” Chen Ke stood up.

“Alright… alright… By the way, Chen Ke, with two days to spare, how do you plan to spend them? You’re a rich man now, do you want me to introduce you to some upscale entertainment spots?” Lester asked with a grin.

Hmph… Foot-washing parlors? Chen Ke glanced at the life countdown timer in the upper right of his field of vision; he still had 10 hours to live.

It was time to go wild and fuel my life.

“That won’t be necessary, Lester, but… do you know of any strange places in Opportunity City or its outskirts?” Chen Ke inquired.

Lester, as a middleman, likely had access to lots of information, maybe even about desolate lands teeming with monsters.

“Strange places? You mean… places where spiritual energy is bursting forth?” Lester caught on to Chen Ke’s meaning.

“Exactly, the more dangerous, the better, and the more monsters, the better,” Chen Ke rubbed his hands.

“That’s no secret, Chen Ke, but why do you ask about these places?” Lester was curious.

“I… I just bought a new gun and wanted to find some targets to sight it in,” Chen Ke gave an excuse.

“Ah… quite a unique hobby… Normally, factory-made firearms are calibrated before they reach you, or at worst, you can go to a shooting range. Yours is… almost like going hunting,” Lester commented.

“Exactly, I like the bloody part,” Chen Ke chuckled.

“There’s an abandoned car factory in the suburbs, owned by Lescott Spirit Production, it’s been there for years. But ordinary taxis wouldn’t dare go there, and Lescott Spirit Production has sent people to watch over it. If you want to go hunting there, you’ll have to spend some money to bribe the guard,” Lester adjusted his glasses.

“Thanks, how do I get there?” Chen Ke asked.

“Best to take Line 7 subway, get off at the terminal station on Raffi Road, then walk there, or you could drive yourself,” Lester replied.

“Oh… sounds good… These two days are decided,” Chen Ke muttered to himself.

Lester naturally did not hear Chen Ke’s inner thoughts; he simply thought Chen Ke was a quiet but murderously inclined man and did not say anything, just carelessly tore open the creamer and poured it into his coffee.

At that moment, thunder roiled through the sky as if something had peeled away from the heavens.

Lester was so startled that his hand shook, spattering creamer all over the table.

Chen Ke had just pushed open the door of the clothing store and was also drawn by the sound of the thunder, casting his gaze toward the sky.

The sky was cloudless, the sunlight unobstructed, shining down on the ground with an unbearable heat.

He felt the thunder was eerily familiar. He remembered hearing it for the first time not long after he had dashed out of the West Gold Building and was taking a shower at the motel.

There were no signs of rain, no wind, no dark clouds, only sudden, booming rolls of thunder.

The phenomenon of thunder on a clear day was not uncommon, so most people took no notice, but Chen Ke felt this thunder sounded different from ordinary thunder.

How should he put it? If normal thunder was a crack of lightning, an explosive noise, then this thunder sounded more like a piece of ceramic cracking from the inside and the sound magnified a million times.

Chen Ke shook his head, thinking he might be overthinking it. Since the people around him were not alarmed, it showed that this type of thunder was a common natural phenomenon in this world.

In a world filled with Spiritual Energy and monsters, wasn’t it normal for the thunder to be a bit odd?

He stopped dwelling on the thunder and continued his way to the subway station.

On the other side,

Wang Ailin had just recovered her strength, feeling her mind was crammed with a lot of inexplicable memories.

She could not clearly describe these memories; they felt like a detailed dream from the night before, yet by morning she had forgotten everything except the name “Chen Ke,” which was deeply ingrained in her memory.

“How are you? You look a bit…” Diana looked at Wang Ailin with concern.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine…” Wang Ailin couldn’t figure out her condition either. Aside from the sudden burst of vague information in her head, she experienced no adverse reactions.

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Her eyes fell on the recorder in her hand, and a piece of information suddenly flashed through her mind: the pen had water damage.

She opened the switch of the recorder with a puzzled expression, the green light flickering normally. But for some reason, she subconsciously believed the pen had water damage.

This bizarre experience was unprecedented for Wang Ailin, as if her common sense was defying this world itself.

She looked back at Diana, who was curiously observing her while eating chocolate ice cream.

“Diana, are you going to the supermarket later?” Wang Ailin suddenly asked.

“Hm? How did you know? I was planning to buy some caviar and bread,” Diana said, puzzled.

“Oh… I… I need to go back first… Diana, I…” Wang Ailin seemed to realize something. She didn’t know if her guess was correct, but it was best to return to her lab for now.

“You seem a bit odd, Ailin. Do you need me to accompany you?” Diana asked with concern.

“No… I’m fine, I’m okay, I can’t go to the supermarket with you, Diana, I’m sorry.” Wang Ailin forced a smile and tossed the recorder into her bag.

“The switch isn’t off,” Diana pointed out.

“Oh… thank you, I have to go.” Wang Ailin suddenly stood up and placed two 200-dollar bills under the cup.

“Well, thank you for the chocolate ice cream,” Diana shrugged, feeling a twinge of pain in her left shoulder; she always forgot it was dislocated.

“Goodbye, Diana, goodbye,” Wang Ailin said awkwardly, grabbing her bag and leaving the roadside restaurant.

Watching Wang Ailin’s retreating figure, Diana raised an eyebrow, noticing how abrupt her behavior had been. Did she suddenly remember something?

Regardless, it seemed she couldn’t make it to the supermarket today since her arm was inconvenient for carrying shopping bags. She would ask a coworker on vacation to accompany her tomorrow.

Just as she thought this, Diana suddenly spotted a familiar figure crossing the street from the opposite side. Wasn’t that Chen Ke, whom she had met at the fencing club?