"Where did the contraband drugs in your hands come from?"
He Ao watched the figures before him, his gaze sweeping over the bags they carried as he asked slowly.
"Sir," the man with the mechanical right arm stared at He Ao, his brow tightly furrowed. "Don't you think you're meddling a little too much?"
As he spoke, the two figures behind him also reached toward their waists and gripped their gun handles.
Scattered raindrops pattered down, forming a dense rain curtain between the two sides.
He Ao calmly watched the scene and raised his hand.
The man with the mechanical right arm instantly tensed, faint light flickering across his mechanical arm.
But at that very moment, He Ao's movement paused.
He raised his head and looked toward the rain curtain before him.
Purple Radiance mixed with the faintest trace of orange-gray flashed through the depths of his pupils.
At that moment, his vision held more than the long rain curtain stretching across heaven and earth. There were also countless slender, continuous, invisible "lines" filling his sight.
Every one of these lines was incomparably thin and faint, as though the slightest movement could tear it apart with ease.
These lines spread through every corner of the city and filled every inch of space, like invisible tentacles sensing everything within it.
This was not the manifestation of a single powerful individual's ability, but the dense, interwoven "fates" of the city.
These thin Fate Lines connected every person's body and extended into the deepest parts of the city.
He Ao could vaguely sense that more than one angel was connected behind these thin lines.
There was even some invisible power Above Angel lurking in the depths of the world.
These interwoven fates originating from multiple High-Level Existences had also formed some invisible "interference"