Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Attitude from Above

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Attitude from Above

With only two thousand more talent points, he could purchase the Eye of Clairvoyance, and Shen An was filled with anticipation.

Perception allowed him to vaguely sense the things around him, but clairvoyance would enable him to see many things with perfect clarity.

Moreover, the Eye of Clairvoyance was not limited to simply seeing through objects; it could pierce all illusions.

For instance, the thick fog stretching from Mount Wanyuan—though Shen An’s perception could not detect what lay within, the Eye of Clairvoyance would reveal everything in detail.

It broke illusions, laying bare the truth.

Shen An eagerly looked forward to acquiring the Eye of Clairvoyance.

While Shen An entered the space, chaos had already erupted outside.

The aftershocks of the earthquake had yet to subside when a torrent of news began to spread.

The internet is a place of both dragons and serpents, teeming with all sorts of people from every walk of life. It is, in itself, a microcosm of the world.

News about Awakened individuals had circulated across all major forums.

Some claimed to have seen a person pinned beneath rubble, only for him to suddenly unleash a hidden strength, flinging the stones aside. Others swore they had witnessed superhumans flying through the sky.

Even more outlandish were tales of someone encountering the Thunder God himself.

In short, rumors abounded. Fearful and anxious voices mingled with those eager to stir up trouble or spread falsehoods, launching heated discussions about what changes might soon unfold.

Perhaps someone was deliberately stoking the flames.

Yet, the spread of this matter did not die down as quickly as previous incidents; the spark was not snuffed out with the usual expediency.

The cyber police were noticeably slower in responding this time, taking a long while before blocking the various pieces of information one by one.

It was as if this event served as a buffer, planting a seed in the minds of ordinary people.

Whether things were truly as the rumors suggested, opinions varied wildly. Only time would allow them to speculate and uncover the truth.

Meanwhile, Bai Weiwei received her orders and hurried back.

When she arrived at headquarters, someone was already waiting for her.

Among them was Chen Ziliang.

He had fled back overnight to inform them that Shen An had killed someone.

During the phone call, little had been said to Bai Weiwei.

Now, upon seeing her, everyone’s gaze settled on Bai Weiwei.

At the forefront was an elderly man, about sixty years old.

“Bai Weiwei, tell us what happened at Mount Wanyuan, and about Shen An,” he said, his voice carrying absolute authority. The oppressive pressure of a superior radiated from him, causing Bai Weiwei to instinctively lower her head, unable to meet his eyes.

Hearing Shen An’s name sent a jolt through her heart. Noticing Chen Ziliang’s sinister smile, she immediately understood the situation.

Clearly, this brat had embellished the events of that night, perhaps even implicating her in his schemes.

Facing the old man’s questioning, Bai Weiwei concealed nothing and recounted everything she had witnessed.

She knew that, here, there was no room for deception.

“There’s no problem at all. Everything she said is the truth.”

As Bai Weiwei finished speaking, an intellectual-looking woman in white-framed glasses, heels clicking, stepped forward.

Startled, Bai Weiwei realized she had not noticed this woman until she spoke.

What was most unsettling was that the woman had walked right past her.

In other words...

This woman had been standing by her side the entire time.

A cold sweat broke out on Bai Weiwei’s back—she had failed to sense someone standing right beside her. When had this woman come so close?

“Hello, I am a Psion. I merely used a few tricks to obscure your senses just now. Please don’t take it to heart,” the woman with the white-rimmed glasses said politely, extending her hand.

Bai Weiwei snorted coldly, ignoring the offered hand and refusing to shake it.

The intellectual woman withdrew her hand with a smile, returning to the old man’s side in silence.

The old man pondered for a moment before speaking.

“I am fully aware of the situation. The people who attacked Shen An—I have investigated them. They were not part of any official organization.”

His words made Chen Ziliang’s expression freeze.

The old man continued, “Those who do not obey orders are unfit to be soldiers. They have all been dismissed.”

Suddenly, Chen Ziliang felt his legs trembling, his hands cold as ice, his body stiffening.

The old man went on, “Chen Ziliang, for disobeying Captain Bai Weiwei’s orders and, before Shen An’s stance was clear, inciting your subordinates to attack Shen An—you are expelled from the military.”

Those icy words instantly snuffed out Chen Ziliang’s rage.

“I object! Why? Old man, are you not even going to consider the Chen family’s—”

Bang!

A hard fist crashed into his face.

Blood spurted from his lips, several teeth flying out.

His face twisted as he crumpled against the wall, then slid to the floor.

For a moment, silence reigned.

“That’s enough. Take him away,” the old man ordered.

A few people stepped forward and dragged Chen Ziliang out.

Inside the room.

After a long pause.

“A black sheep,” the old man sighed.

“The Chen family will never let Shen An off,” Bai Weiwei said.

“I know. If you hadn’t warned me in advance, a great disaster might have occurred.”

“If the masked figure you mentioned was Shen An, then the Chen family is nothing in his eyes.”

A faint smile appeared in the old man’s eyes. “The Chen family has done many things; it’s time they paid the price.”

“Tell Shen An that we will not interfere in this matter, nor will we help the Chen family. We only hope he won’t hold it against us.”

...

Leaving the hotel, Shen An stared in a daze at his phone.

It was Chu Yuxi who had contacted him.

She seemed to know his movements precisely.

As soon as he stepped out of the hotel, he saw her message.

Glancing around, he spotted a white Ferrari sports car parked nearby, confirming it was Chu Yuxi.

As he approached, the car door swung open.

“Hey, what are you standing there for? Get in the car,” she called.

This time, Chu Yuxi exuded a sense of competence.

She wore sunglasses, which she pushed up with a practiced hand, lifting her chin to see him clearly.

“Where are we going?” Shen An asked as he got in, curious when Chu Yuxi floored the accelerator and sped away.

This time, Chu Yuxi was alone.

Yet, Shen An’s senses detected no fewer than ten people tailing their car.

No surprise, though—she was the Chu family’s princess and such an escort was to be expected.

What puzzled Shen An was why Chu Yuxi was monitoring him and had come to pick him up in person.

“What, did you think I’m spying on you?” Chu Yuxi said, catching his expression in the rearview mirror.

“My family owns this hotel, you know. I’m not so idle as to bother with you for no reason.”

She continued, “Besides, the area around the hotel is already locked down by experts. The moment you step out, someone will try to kill you.”

“The Chen family has issued the order—you are not to leave Silver City alive,” she said worriedly.

“If you stick with me, they won’t dare act rashly. Our family and the Chens haven’t fallen out completely. After Lei Jin died last time, they were utterly humiliated—they won’t risk crossing us unless absolutely necessary. Shen An, come to my house.”

Her tone was serious. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she cared deeply about Shen An.

“No need. I can handle my own affairs. Thank you for your kindness. Stop the car here—I’m home,” Shen An replied, pointing to a nearby intersection.

It had been a long time since he’d visited his own place.

Now, seeing the intersection just ahead, a sudden impulse struck him to go home and take a look.