GA: Chapter 181 – First Sequence—[Mist] Ning Guang; The Prey That's Been Targeted
"And as for you all—would it have killed you to trust the Spiritual Qi Bureau a little more?"
Ning Guang sighed.
If they had reported it, how could the Bureau possibly have ignored it?
But thinking about it more carefully—it wasn't that the victims were unwilling to trust them. They had been threatened. "Say a word and think about your parents.""When I get out, I'll make you wish you were dead." That kind of thing.
"Times like these call for heavier law…"
This was no longer the peaceful era it had been. The old laws weren't suited to what people had become.
Working hard to maintain order, only for someone to challenge it—try to tear it down—for the sake of their own selfish desires. That person needed to pay the appropriate price.
A cold glint passed through Ning Guang's eyes. She picked up her phone and made a call.
It was answered almost instantly. A voice came through from the other end.
"What is it?"
"I want to kill someone."
Ning Guang said it evenly. A brief silence on the other end. Then:
"Did they break the law?"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"I think so."
"File a report after you've handled it."
"Understood."
The call ended. Ning Guang pulled on her coat and walked out of the Bureau.
Ability users—especially powerful ones—required several times the manpower to apprehend once they turned to crime, and the process still risked casualties. So during an apprehension, if the situation couldn't be controlled, lethal force was authorized.
Bringing them back alive was ideal. But dead would do.
The call she'd just made wasn't actually required. She'd made it simply because she was Ning Guang.
First Sequence—[Mist] Ning Guang.
Her strength meant she could effortlessly apprehend any ability user below the First Sequence. They needed a justified reason for the target's death.
Because First Sequence power was simply too overwhelming, China didn't want those individuals casually causing deaths out of personal desire.
Even when the target was someone who had broken the law.
More simply put: you had to go through the process. Show the right attitude.
That phone call was the attitude. Now she was going to go kill someone.
Garbage like this—people who had let their heads get so thoroughly clouded by desire—their continued existence under the same sky as everyone else was the greatest insult imaginable to everyone else.
Eastern Ningcheng. A glittering stretch of neon and noise.
The spiritual qi revival and the beast tides had left no part of the city truly safe—but this was Ningcheng, and with First Sequence protection, it was still relatively peaceful.
Foot traffic was nothing like before the revival, but a fair number of young people still drifted through the area.
Inside Sishui Nianhua Bar, young men and women released the weight pressing on their chests—swaying to the driving beat, doing in the dim light what they wouldn't dare do in daylight.
Not far from the dance floor, a man sat with an unfettered gaze, eyes roaming freely across the stage and the women around him.
A bar was never short of attractive people.
Sensuous figures, fair skin catching the light, bodies moving freely to the music—no man here could resist looking.
Some got up to dance. Others simply sat and watched, no urge to act.
This man was both and neither. He would act—just not yet.
Ordinary women no longer stirred much in him. The prey he chose always had to be something different from the rest.
It didn't take long before he spotted one.
A graceful figure. Soft arms like carved jade. Beautiful, full legs that tapered to slender, smooth calves. Skin delicate and luminous—genuinely striking from head to toe.
What drew him most was the natural, clean quality that seemed to radiate from the inside out. And from the way she sat—fidgeting uneasily, eyes carrying clear discomfort—it wasn't hard to tell this was her first time in a place like this.
Maybe the weight of the beast tides and everything happening had built up too much—and she'd come here to let it out somehow. Or maybe she'd simply come along for a friend.
Either way, none of that mattered. What mattered was that he'd fixed his eyes on her.
Liu Yongsheng adjusted his cap, swirled the drink in his hand, brought it to his lips occasionally for a sip, and let his gaze drift back to her with a small smile.
Time passed. Without him fully noticing, nearly two hours had gone by.
Then the girl and her friends stood up to leave. Liu Yongsheng rose as well, following at a leisurely pace toward the exit.
His eyes were bright with anticipation. Tonight, as far as he was concerned, was going to be another sleepless night.
His ability wasn't powerful. His cultivation aptitude wasn't high. His Beast-type ability had simply given him a constitution somewhat above average—and with it came a near-hypnotic force that could suppress the spiritual awareness of anyone weaker than himself. That was what had given him ideas.
The first time he had done this, he'd been nervous. Worried the target's spiritual awareness might be stronger than his—that she'd come to her senses and report him.
But it had turned out far simpler than he'd imagined. Barely any resistance at all.
Afterward, when the target woke up, he threatened her with photos and videos. Threatened her parents, her friends. Perhaps he was just naturally suited to this—because after the first success came the second and third, with ease.
Once, he'd been a bit rough, and she woke up midway through, struggling to resist. No amount of threatening worked on her—she had a fierce streak—and it ignited something in him. He ended up killing her.
He'd been alarmed at first. Unexpected. But he eventually figured it out.
He unlocked her phone, sent a few casual messages that made it look like she was heading out to unwind, then packed her body into a suitcase and dumped it somewhere with mutant creature activity nearby.
Of course, that wasn't foolproof—surveillance would still catch up eventually. But his mind wasn't clever enough to come up with anything better.
So that was that.
He estimated how quickly the Spiritual Qi Bureau would close in on him, and decided to move to another city after tonight.
With this ability—what city couldn't he operate in?
His thoughts drifted as the girl gradually separated from her friends, one by one, and set off down the road toward home.
The night breeze touched her skin and Wang Mengyu felt a faint chill.
Never going to a bar again.
Not remotely fun. Too loud.
Does this actually release anything? Doesn't it just make you feel heavier?
Honestly—a good night's sleep would've done more.