Chapter Sixty-Eight: No Longer Connected

Wang Zixuan paid him no attention at all. Withdrawing his dark energy, he dashed straight toward the balloon.

The leader, barely able to lift his finger, pointed at Wang Zixuan and said weakly, “You owe me an apology.”

After retrieving the balloon, Wang Zixuan nudged Hao Yingjun awake with his foot.

“Hey, hey, wake up,” said Wang Zixuan.

Hao Yingjun leapt up with a start. “What’s going on? What is it? Is it mealtime? Are we eating?”

Wang Zixuan gestured toward the group behind them. “Clean up. Take care of the aftermath.”

Clutching his head, Hao Yingjun groaned, “I’m exhausted. This really hurts. My head is killing me.”

Wang Zixuan grabbed Li Sanpang by the scruff. “Let’s go.”

As Hao Yingjun walked past the group’s leader, he couldn’t help but gloat.

“Haha, oh, so much for your big talk. Turns out you weren’t so tough after all.”

Hao Yingjun then used his trainee wristband to call the surveillance room. “Brother Duan, requesting permission to initiate memory erasure protocol.”

Duan Peng responded, “Time and location?”

Hao Yingjun replied, “From 7:45 a.m. the day before yesterday until 9:35 p.m. today. Centered on my current position, with a radius of eighty-five meters.”

Duan Peng was a little taken aback. “The day before yesterday? Why so long?”

That was when Hao Yingjun recalled the scene of the leader and his group trying to intimidate him.

“It’s because these people had an unpleasant run-in with the Chief the day before yesterday. You know how she is—things got out of control. I don’t need to say more.”

After cleaning up the scene, they brought Li Sanpang back to the supermarket without any further interrogation. The case was closed. On the day Li Sanpang was to be deported, Wang Zixuan and Hao Yingjun took him to see Wang Beibei, who had just been acquitted.

Wang Beibei walked out of the building with a charming smile on her face.

“Oh my, what an honor to have you two agents visit,” she said.

Hao Yingjun stared at her, utterly captivated, his eyes nearly glued to her. Wang Zixuan, meanwhile, looked around with obvious disdain.

“We’re not here to watch your little show,” Wang Zixuan remarked.

The two of them stepped aside, revealing Li Sanpang, who sat on his haunches with a look of grievance. Upon seeing Wang Beibei, he stood up like a scolded child, silent and remorseful.

“He’s about to be deported,” said Wang Zixuan. “Before he goes, he insisted on seeing you one last time.”

Wang Zixuan and Hao Yingjun moved away, allowing Li Sanpang to take a few steps closer to Wang Beibei.

“Zhaodi,” Li Sanpang choked out.

Wang Beibei turned back and retrieved an envelope from her manager.

“This is the money for the chicken farm,” Wang Beibei said. “From now on, we owe each other nothing.”

“Zhaodi,” Li Sanpang replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Wang Beibei didn’t answer, instead turning to Wang Zixuan.

“It’s about time,” Wang Zixuan said. “Let’s go. And when you get back, stay out of trouble.”

They led Li Sanpang away, ready to hand him over to the escort team. Just then, Wang Beibei called out to Hao Yingjun.

“Mr. Hao.”

Hao Yingjun walked back, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Wang Beibei handed him a red envelope with a smile. “Thank you for clearing my name.”

Hao Yingjun snatched it up in a flash. “Just doing my duty.”

He lowered his voice and asked, “So, did you get any news about that thing I asked?”

“Oh, I did ask for you,” Wang Beibei replied. “According to the Bureau of Investigation, your case is a tough one. The only solution is immediate temporal lobe removal, followed by a thorough dissection to figure out why sonic waves have no effect on you.”