The Hidden Mole

Strong Man looked at Wang Ye and sneered. "Benefactor, are you waiting for Zhou Han?"

"She won't be coming."

"I've lured her far away. You and Tian Qi are nothing to fear."

"And as for her, my instincts tell me she's powerless."

Strong Man patiently explained it to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye looked at Strong Man calmly. "So, you're a mole the Buddha Clan planted within the Heaven Group."

"And you want greater authority and access to more intelligence, so you need a higher position."

"So you staged a Supernatural Incident yourself to earn more merit."

"And the more people who die, the more severe the Supernatural Incident appears, the greater the credit you receive—and you don't have to worry about splitting it with anyone."

Strong Man showed no panic as he listened to Wang Ye's analysis. Instead, he smiled faintly. "As expected, Benefactor possesses great insight."

"From the very beginning, you were far smarter than Tian Qi."

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow. "Can I take that as a compliment?"

"But if you do something like this too often, you'll eventually be exposed. The risk is enormous unless you have no other choice."

"Is the government planning something?"

Strong Man nodded lightly. "The government is forming squads."

Wang Ye nodded in understanding. That explained everything.

This Buddha Clan mole needed to quickly earn a large amount of merit so he would have a chance to enter an official squad.

In Wang Ye's memories from his previous life, official squads possessed immense authority. Their intelligence and weapons were all top-tier.

They were on an entirely different level from the civilian team Wang Ye had joined, even if that civilian team had reached A-rank.

"But do you really think you've got me cornered?"

Wang Ye suddenly smiled at Strong Man.

Strong Man frowned slightly. For some reason, Wang Ye's smile filled him with a faint sense of unease.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Strong Man pressed his palms together. His pitying voice rang out as the ghost behind him suddenly stepped forward and charged at Wang Ye.

Meanwhile, Strong Man kept his eyes fixed on Wang Ye.

Wang Ye was still so calm even now. There was no telling what trump card he might have.

Strong Man became serious.

"Heh."

Wang Ye chuckled softly. His right hand suddenly turned red, veins like blood vessels surfacing across it in an eerie pattern.

Then Wang Ye clenched his right hand and punched the ghost.

The next second, the ghost froze in place as if it had crashed, its body flickering endlessly between solid and incorporeal.

Wang Ye casually stepped forward, grabbed the ghost by the neck, and lifted it into the air.

"Is that all?"

Wang Ye looked at Strong Man and smiled lightly.

"You're not an ordinary person!!!"

Strong Man's eyes filled with shock, followed by regret.

If he had known Wang Ye was a Superhuman, he would not have killed Tian Qi so quickly. He had assumed Wang Ye was just an ordinary person, while Tian Qi, as a Superhuman, had clearly seemed like the greater threat.

"I misjudged you."

Strong Man quickly regained his composure. He looked at Wang Ye with a somewhat grim expression, yet he remained confident.

Wang Ye watched the scene before him without changing his expression.

"Just as I thought. A Second-Level Ghost Domain couldn't possibly be supported by that little ghost alone."

The next second, a girl emitting bursts of laughter suddenly appeared behind Wang Ye. Her hands silently reached toward his waist.

Her hands were black as ink.

But it was as though Wang Ye had noticed her long ago. He abruptly turned to face the girl, then pulled the Hemp Rope from his waist with his other hand and flicked it lightly, looping it around her.

In an instant—

Like the Boy in Wang Ye's hand, the girl's eyes immediately turned blank. She stared straight ahead, completely motionless.

In just thirty seconds, Wang Ye had easily suppressed two ghosts.

"Damn it!"

Strong Man's face darkened like water as he glared at Wang Ye and cursed.

"I admit I misjudged you, but you shouldn't have any spare trump cards left, should you?"

Strong Man sneered. Then his body radiated a dense golden light, though his face was deathly pale and a streak of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Controlling two ghosts was still far too much for him in his current state.

Then Strong Man let out a low roar and charged at Wang Ye.

"Don't you think you've underestimated someone?"

Wang Ye looked at Strong Man with a half-smile, making no move at all. His gaze made it seem as though he were looking at a dead man.

"What?"

Strong Man's expression abruptly changed. He seemed to realize something, and his face filled with shock.

The next second.

A cold flash swept across his neck. Strong Man continued charging forward, but his head remained suspended in midair.

Only his body stubbornly continued forward before quickly collapsing to the ground.

At some point, Zhou Han had emerged from the green mist. With a playful smile and a trace of curiosity, she looked at Wang Ye.

"Big brother, when did you discover me?"

As she spoke, a sharp little knife gleamed with cold light, continuously floating around Zhou Han's body like a toy.

It was hard to imagine that just a second ago, this little knife had severed Strong Man's neck.

"Heh."

Wang Ye neither confirmed nor denied it. Then he tossed the suppressed ghost in his hand toward Zhou Han. "One each. We split the credit."

"You caught them all yourself, and I believe that even if I hadn't stepped in just now, you could have handled that guy."

"So would you really be kind enough to share the credit with me?"

Zhou Han did not even glance at the ghost. Instead, she opened her beautiful eyes and looked curiously at Wang Ye, appearing utterly adorable.

"People who keep everything for themselves don't live long."

"Besides, even without me, you probably could've easily dealt with that guy and the two ghosts."

"Miss Zhou Han, who'd been hiding her strength from the very beginning."

Wang Ye gave Zhou Han a deep look, his tone teasing.

"How annoying!"

Zhou Han shyly lowered her head.

The abnormality in Wang Ye's right hand gradually faded, quickly returning to the appearance of a normal person's hand. He tied one end of the Hemp Rope around his waist and bound the girl ghost with the other, looking like a corpse driver as he headed toward the amusement park entrance through the gradually dissipating mist.

"I trust you know how to report this situation once we get out."

Wang Ye spoke faintly as he walked.

Zhou Han controlled five golden throwing knives, pinning them into the boy ghost's limbs and head. She seemed to want to imitate Wang Ye by tethering the ghost behind her, but without a rope, she could only puff out her cheeks in annoyance.

"I know!"

"After all, who would want to provoke the Buddha Clan for no reason?"

As Zhou Han spoke, she controlled the boy ghost and made him float into the air, following behind her.

After comparing herself to Wang Ye, she felt that she looked quite cool too, and nodded in satisfaction.