“Holy shit? Lightning?”

Standing in the shade outside the residential complex, Ji Jue felt the ground tremble beneath his feet. He instinctively looked up toward the neighborhood in the distance, where a massive surge of spirit matter wreaked havoc like a storm.

What he sensed was a familiar presence, yet all gentleness and patience were gone, replaced by overwhelming savagery. A spring breeze had transformed into a blizzard of harsh winter, and warm sunlight had mutated into frenzied molten lava.

Mr. Zhang?!

“Isn’t this a bit too outrageous?” Ji Jue muttered.

“Of course it is. Mr. Zhang was one of the first veterans around when Cliff City’s Security Bureau was founded,” Tong Hua said excitedly, eyebrows dancing as she ate her ice cream. “After all these years, hardly anyone even knows about it anymore. He retired ages ago and only keeps his name on the roster. Even the bureau directors have changed several times in the meantime. Back then, he helped my grandpa a lot too. Anyway, whenever something happens, listening to Mr. Zhang is never wrong.”

Ji Jue nodded. “True enough.” 

As the saying went, “When there is an elder in the family, it’s like having a treasure at home.” Having weathered countless storms and upheavals, no matter how great the difficulty, Ji Jue had nothing to fear, especially with An Ran and a hidden powerhouse of this level around. A mere gang of outsiders who had come to Cliff City looking to make...