143: Chapter 143 Battle of Ability Users

Chapter 143: Battle of the Ability Users

Past six o'clock, night had already fallen.

The entire town seemed to be covered by a black curtain, presenting a unique, mysterious, and serene atmosphere.

Near the harbor, within a fishermen's residential area.

Pan Wendi occasionally lowered his head to glance at the paper in his hand, then raised his head to check the house numbers along the street.

The house styles here were quite old, and the walls and roads were built with cement mixed with pebbles.

Not only were the streets and alleys intricate and complex, but the lighting also appeared very dim, and basically very few pedestrians could be seen.

Looking at the tightly shut doors of the houses around him, Pan Wendi couldn't help frowning and muttering inwardly:

"My cousin said that the mysterious organization should be hidden around this area. Why haven't I found it after searching for so long..."

Seeing that the sky had completely darkened, he couldn't help feeling a bit anxious inside.

It was past the time for the bus, and there was no place to stay in the town; tonight, he was afraid he would have to go Running back to the training camp base.

Full of preoccupations, Pan Wendi continued walking forward.

He prepared to look around a bit more. If that really didn't work, he would go back and have his cousin try divination once more.

While looking around, he caught sight of an even more narrow, long, and dilapidated alley.

There were no street lamps installed inside; it was pitch black and endless at a glance.

After a slight hesitation, Pan Wendi still decided to go in and scout around.

Shuttling through the narrow alley, he looked around.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes lighting up.

Immediately, he raised the paper in his hand, carefully looking at the house style drawn on it, and compared it with an old house in front of him.

After a few seconds, he thought to himself with slight excitement:

"Finally found it!"

Looking at this household with no lights on at night, Pan Wendi immediately stepped forward.

He did not knock on the door to inquire, nor did he choose to pick the lock to enter the house, but instead walked directly toward the wall.

Just as his nose was about to touch the wall, his whole body emitted a faint light, as if transforming into a bolt of lightning and disappearing instantly.

The next second, his figure appeared inside the house.

Pan Wendi opened his eyes and steadied his mind.

Then he looked around, observing the scene of this room.

In the room with tightly closed curtains, it was pitch dark, and the light was dim and hazy.

The furniture were all old items, with a typical fisherman's style, nothing special.

Only a few packing boxes nailed together with wooden boards, piled in the corner of the wall, caught Pan Wendi's attention.

His eyes flashed slightly, and he walked over on tiptoe, gently lifting the lid of one of the boxes.

He found that it was stuffed with straw, and the things hidden in the straw were actually weapons like submachine guns and assault rifles.

Pan Wendi couldn't help drawing a sharp breath:

"The organization my cousin mentioned is indeed no pushover!"

Thinking of this, he did not cause any extra trouble.

Swiftly taking out another slip of paper from his pants pocket, he carefully placed it on the table.

Just as he turned around, preparing to leave this place.

An icy voice suddenly sounded:

"Who are you?"

Pan Wendi's shoulders shook slightly, and he immediately looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a pair of eyes in the dark shining unusually creepily, staring right at him.

Looking closer, that was a man wearing a black trench coat.

With his hands in his pockets, he stood silently at the doorway leading to the front yard, as if blending into the dark night.

Pan Wendi immediately showed a smile and explained in a very hearty tone:

"Mister, I am a postman here to deliver a letter."

"Is that so? A postman who doesn't use the front door can change careers and become a thief."

The man in the black trench coat sneered and suddenly raised his hand, gesturing lightly.

The note on the table moved without wind, as if subjected to some kind of traction force, and with a "whoosh", flew straight into his hand.

Seeing this, Pan Wendi couldn't help his pupils shrinking slightly.

The man in the black trench coat grabbed the note into his hand and unfolded it to take a look.

Then he raised his head and gazed at him:

"That fishing boat incident last time was also done by you guys, right?"

This man in the trench coat was precisely Li Chengjun, the person in charge of the Noah Organization on Yongan Island.

Hearing this, Pan Wendi was stunned for a moment, not knowing what it meant.

Li Chengjun, however, nodded slightly.

Not answering was taken as acquiescence.

Then he said indifferently: "Since you've come, stay."

"Hehe, I always come and go as I please."

Pan Wendi gave a light chuckle, didn't bother talking nonsense with him, and swiftly strode toward the back door.

But when he took his first step, he was shocked to find that his feet could no longer move at all.

Not only were his legs like this, but his entire body was stiff, and his muscles were taut.

It was as if his whole body was surrounded by thousands of jun of seawater, bearing immense pressure that made it difficult for him to even move a single finger.

At this moment, the pupils of Li Chengjun's eyes displayed a hint of an eerie, deep blue glow, and he was walking toward him step by step.

"You?"

"No errors, first release, inside content, check one by one!"

Pan Wendi's face flushed red, and he fiercely bit his own tongue.

With the help of this heart-wrenching, bone-piercing pain, his whole body suddenly trembled.

He could finally move!

Without hesitation, he fiercely threw a punch at Li Chengjun, who had walked up close and was completely undefended.

However.

This heavy right punch, with a force of over a thousand catties, felt as if it hit an air wall, sinking into a lump of invisible restraint.

Refusing to believe it, Pan Wendi swiftly threw his left fist, which still accomplished nothing.

Li Chengjun's gaze revealed a sense of contempt, posing leisurely as if playing with his prey.

Afterward, he glared at him.

A colossal force descended once again instantly, pressing down on Pan Wendi's head like a heavy mountain.

Pressing him until his whole body's bones emitted a faint creaking sound, he slowly bent his waist and dropped his arms.

Until his knees bent, forcibly and abruptly making him kneel on the ground.

Li Chengjun smiled brightly, lowering his head to look down at the captive kneeling before him:

"Now you can tell me what your background is. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind crushing all the bones in your body into powder and turning you into a puddle of meat paste, oh."

His tone was extremely gentle, yet the words he spoke revealed a demonic cruelty.

Pan Wendi, facing a threat to his life, appeared unusually principled, and even smiled more heartily than his opponent:

"Pretty boy, do you not have hands and feet, only knowing how to stare blankly? If you have the ability, use your feet to kick me to death."

Li Chengjun raised his eyebrows, then generously satisfied his request, raising his foot with a front kick.

This kick landed solidly with considerable force, directly sending the big and tall Pan Wendi flying backward and crashing into the wall.

This was enough to prove that besides possessing powerful special abilities, Li Chengjun's physical fitness was likewise freakishly abnormal.

However.

Just as Pan Wendi's body was about to contact the wall, his entire figure suddenly flashed and instantly disappeared without a trace.

Li Chengjun's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze could not help revealing a look of shock and suspicion.

At this moment, a few subordinates quickly ran in from the back courtyard.

Seemingly having heard the commotion of the fight, they rushed over to provide support following the sound.

"Special Envoy, what happened?"

"A petty thief broke in."

Li Chengjun said in a calm tone.

Hearing this, the several subordinates all expressed surprise:

"Is it someone from the Zhenxiang Society? We just changed places, and our whereabouts were found already?"

"We can't let him escape, I'll go chase him!"

"Wait."

Li Chengjun raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down and not be impetuous.

He then closed his eyes, as if concentrating to perceive something.

A few seconds later, he abruptly opened his eyes and reached out to point in a certain direction.

"The rat is fleeing toward that alley. Be careful; there might be reinforcements."