Chapter 25: Complain Again

"You are here, Mr. L."

The figure that emerged from the darkness was the man in black who had tended to the Bloodthirsty Vine in the hospital earlier!

"Heh, Mr. J? Ridiculous!"

Mr. L sneered, "Bewitching Clown Grandi, you are impersonating our people again. Is this fun for you?"

It turned out that the man in a red vest painted with face oil was not Mr. J, but an imposter.

"Of course... it's fun! Our little group doesn't have the clout that your Profane Blood has. If I don't pretend to be one of you, who will protect me from being bullied?"

The red-vested Grandi showed a grotesque smile as dark energy surged from his body, menacingly thrashing about toward Mr. J.

"I am not here to fight you, but to cooperate with you. Your recent scheme must have been disturbed by a new superpower user, as was mine. That's why I want to eliminate him."

"Superpower user?" Grandi raised an eyebrow; Mr. L's information seemed to be flawed.

"Not a superpower user?" Mr. L exclaimed in surprise, having seen Wen Wen speaking amicably with the Hunter Association, had assumed him to be a superpower user.

"No, no, it is a superpower user," Grandi said, disguising his true thoughts; he had no interest in sharing intelligence with Mr. L.

"He is definitely not a superpower user!" Seeing Grandi's reaction, Mr. L had come to a conclusion in his mind.

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After running a long distance, Wen Wen finally stopped.

Grandi was undoubtedly stronger than him, much stronger; if he didn't hurry to escape, he would only be able to hide in the Catastrophe Containment Facility.

The known abilities of Grandi included distorting others' actions and that black energy, which was as formidable as steel wings, though he hadn't clearly seen it.

What Wen Wen did not know was that Grandi possessed another ability, which was why he was called Bewitching Clown.

He could unearth someone's dark desires through mere conversation; simply put, a good person could end up acting completely irrationally after talking with him.

However, this ability required a significant amount of energy and its effects were not permanent, so Grandi did not use it frequently.

Wilson's sudden outburst was partly credited to Grandi's influence.

However, he did not use it on Wen Wen during their fight; extracting an enemy's dark desires mid-battle might inadvertently make them stronger.

"Hmph, when my abilities are perfected, the foundation of a supernatural life form, harnessing five types of supernatural powers, I'll be able to kill you, hmph!"

"But, I can't wait that long... I'm going to complain now!"

What do you do when faced with an enemy you can't handle? Should you lie low and wait until you are powerful enough to strike back?

Of course, you complain and call for an expert!

When Wen Wen was a detective, encountering tough thugs meant calling the police; after becoming a superpower user, of course, he wouldn't become headstrong.

Complaining, once you get used to it after doing it a couple of times, becomes second nature.

However, Wen Wen didn't plan to immediately call Lin Zheyuan; instead, he intended to find their new base and complain later. This way, he would have ample time to plan to seize Wilson's wings amidst the chaos.

Before nabbing Wilson's wings, Wen Wen first dabbed some of his own blood onto his gloves and then smeared it into the crevices of the steel wings.

If Wilson and his team hadn't noticed, even a thorough washing wouldn't completely eliminate the scent.

Touching the hairless patch of skin above his ear, Wen Wen gave a cold smirk. He had almost been caught this time, but those people wouldn't get off easily either.

"A gentleman's revenge may come after ten years, but I'm no gentleman. I'm the real deal... uh, a detective."

Following the faint scent, Wen Wen once again started to track Grandi and Wilson.

Their whereabouts were secretive, leaving few openings for Wen Wen, but the blood he left behind acted like a blurred beacon, roughly pointing in their direction.

With this direction, it was easy for Wen Wen to locate them.

However, his search wasn't going smoothly; Wilson and the others must have taken a shower, as the leftover scent was faint. It wasn't until the next morning that Wen Wen confirmed their location.

It was a budget motel area near a school. The management of these motels wasn't strict, and even middle school students without IDs could stay, let alone Wilson and his crew who would be even harder to detect there.

He didn't conduct a thorough investigation, because the man in the red vest had sensed him lurking outside before. This time, before reinforcements arrived, Wen Wen definitely wouldn't approach the place.

He only needed to confirm their approximate location, Captain Lin's perception ability was even sharper than Wen Wen's nose. Just let him come over, and the job was as good as done.

"Hey, Captain Lin Zheyuan, yes, it's me." Opening his phone, Wen Wen switched to a cheeky tone.

"It's only five-thirty in the morning. Don't you ever sleep in?" Lin Zheyuan complained, and Wen Wen could faintly hear a woman's grunt from the other end of the phone.

"If I slept in, I'd miss the big fish, Captain Lin."

"Big fish, what big fish?" Lin Zheyuan suddenly became alert, realizing that Wen Wen was probably in trouble again.

"Well, haven't you all been chasing after people from those superpower organizations? I've found one, and I'm keeping an eye on them right now!"

Dressed and ready to go in the midst of their conversation, Lin Zheyuan knew all too well how dangerous those people from secret organizations could be, and he also knew it was a chance for major credit.

"Your location?" Lin Zheyuan asked.

"The motel area north of the Ninth Middle School. The person has strong perception abilities; I don't dare get close, I can only confirm they're around here, but I'm not sure which motel they're in."

"These organizations are called secret for a reason. They act mysteriously and are hard to catch. How did you so easily run into two of them?" Lin Zheyuan asked, astonished.

"Just doing my duty for the Hunters Association." Wen Wen chuckled in reply.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Wen perched on a lamppost, displaying a satisfied grin. Snitching feels great for a moment, constant snitching feels great all the time.

Then, he eyed the motels and called over a middle-school boy with short hair.

"Hey, kid, do a little job for me. I'll give you twenty bucks to write down the names and contact numbers of the motels on the east side on this piece of paper and hand it to me. How about it?

If Wen Wen went himself, it would alert them, and even adults collecting such information might arouse suspicion, but a middle school student wouldn't provoke the same caution.

There were many middle school students around here, and as long as the inquiry wasn't too deliberate, it generally wouldn't be noticed.

But the middle-schooler shook his head and refused Wen Wen.

"Why? For such a small job, twenty bucks isn't bad," Wen Wen said, puzzled.

"You don't look like a good guy, and my mom said I shouldn't just take things from strangers." the middle schooler shook his head: "So… raise the offer."

"…The kids these days, just caught one catfishing online recently, and now... ah," Wen Wen sighed.

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