Chapter 16: You Lost Again

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Early morning, in a small southern city in China, ten young people had just stepped off the train at the West Station.

The South Station was still under construction, and the West Station was an old facility with only a few trains running. At this hour, the entire station was nearly deserted, the hall completely empty.

“It seems the Academy is taking this very seriously this time, even sending you along,” Gao Mi remarked, glancing at the man beside her with a hint of emotion. “Lancelot, are you about to become the president of the Lionheart Society?”

The man smiled and shook his head. “Don’t joke around. This is my first mission; I’ll need the seniors’ guidance.”

Gao Mi and the other agents chuckled, but inwardly they knew this young newcomer was far from weak.

Lancelot was a fresh recruit this year, a system A-class, with unknown speech magic. Though not yet twenty, he was mature beyond his years, measured in speech and action, and possessed astonishing combat prowess.

Even as a first-year student, he was already a leading candidate to become the next president of the Lionheart Society, one of the Academy’s two major organizations.

And he was not the only one. Among the ten people dispatched this time, besides Gao Mi and Wan Boqian who were guides, the other eight were either seasoned agents, possessed powerful bloodlines, or both. This was a thoroughly prepared team.

Because they had to take this seriously. For three whole years, they had failed to uncover any abnormalities in this city, only discovering an ever-growing hybrid organization. Every attempt to investigate had been thwarted, ending in failure.

But this time was different. They had finally ascertained the true strength of this organization. The lineup they sent was more than enough to crush it.

A faint electrical buzz sounded in their earpieces, followed by Schneider’s hoarse, deep voice resonating in their ears: “Everyone, pay attention. Proceed as planned.”

“Yes!”

No one spoke further, but as they prepared to exit the station, the ground suddenly trembled. Dust cascaded down as if the entire world were shaking violently.

Their faces changed instantly. Lancelot reacted first, without hesitation shouting, “Run!” Awakening everyone from their daze, they hurriedly rushed outside.

As specially selected agents of Kassel Academy, their reflexes and physical fitness allowed them to respond quickly and run fast. If this were an ordinary earthquake, it would pose little threat to them.

But this was no ordinary quake.

In an unnoticed corner, a girl rested her hand lightly on a load-bearing wall. Though she seemed to apply no force, dense, thick cracks spiderwebbed the surface.

At first, only the wall shook; soon the entire building followed. Chunks of concrete and stone rained down, mingled with deadly shards of glass.

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The fragments and glass slowed the Kassel agents considerably, but they still struggled to escape.

Xia Mi’s fingers curled slightly, ready to exert her power to destroy the building and bury the ten agents alive, when suddenly her hand froze.

Xia Mi wished to keep her identity hidden, so she never planned to show herself. What could be a more covert way to die than in a natural disaster?

Besides, Chu Zihang was stationed outside, wielding Gungnir; even if anyone escaped by chance, Chu Zihang could easily finish them off.

This plan was nearly foolproof.

Yet, as expected, something went wrong.

Xia Mi’s eyes widened in disbelief as she saw a boy standing not far ahead of the fleeing ten, shouting to them loudly:

“Escape from here!”

That spot was the farthest from Xia Mi’s location and the slowest to collapse.

It was Chu Zihang.

Xia Mi instantly understood she had been deceived again. The claim that she was invited to eliminate Kassel’s pawns was a ruse; the real purpose was to use Kassel to shake her off!

Knowing she didn’t want to reveal herself to Kassel Academy, they sent Chu Zihang there instead. This mission was not a raid, but a meeting!

All the repeated assurances were lies—this entire thing was a complete scam!

Having been tricked twice into the same trap, Xia Mi’s anger twisted into bitter laughter. Her golden eyes blazed like flames of fury as she slammed her palm harshly onto the wall. With her motion, the entire building collapsed.

Thousands of stones and shards of glass fell vertically like the scythe of death harvesting lives. But it was too late. During her moment of hesitation, Chu Zihang had already led the ten agents to safety.

Without hesitation, Xia Mi gave chase. At this moment, Kassel no longer mattered; her mind was consumed by one thought—to settle the score with the bastard who had deceived her repeatedly!

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Chu Zihang knew clearly he was the girl’s sole target, so he did not hesitate, heading straight to his car, which he had parked earlier.

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But it was too late—far too late.

The domain expanded, an overwhelming and terrifying pressure descending like a storm. Thousands of pounds of gravity crushed Chu Zihang, knocking him heavily to the ground before the car door.

An invisible net bound him tightly; no matter how hard he struggled, he could not rise. His bones creaked painfully, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The difference in bloodline was too great. Before the Dragon King, even the strongest hybrids were mere ants. Thus, Chu Zihang’s every struggle and resistance seemed laughable.

“You won’t escape,” a cold voice sounded behind him, dripping with indescribable sarcasm. “An excellent hunter never lets prey slip away!”

Bones on the verge of shattering, Chu Zihang’s eyes bloodshot and protruding, veins bursting with red threads, seemed moments from destruction by this dreadful gravity. Yet he gritted his teeth stubbornly, lifting his head defiantly, attempting to rise.

The Gungnir in his pocket trembled, but he could not even raise his hand. His struggle was so feeble, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, forced to surrender...

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