Third Phase (Part 1)

"Cao Big Mouth, you gutless bastard!"

Huang Bingzhen's curse rang out loud and clear. He practically treated himself like a martyr, yet at heart, he had not changed at all. Turning his head, he unleashed a torrent of obscenities at Ronan, all aimed below the belt. "So what if this old man wants to screw a woman? Once this circle gets onstage, they're out here selling themselves. You're all worked up here—maybe that cousin of yours is even more anxious, already so fucking desperate she can't stand the heat... Urgh!"

A trainee beside him rewarded him with a punch squarely to the stomach. Huang Bingzhen's face immediately turned purple as he vomited acid and curled up.

Ronan ignored him for the moment. After seeing Octopus off, he scanned the surroundings again, gradually sorting through clues from details that ordinary people could neither notice nor even reach.

At this time, due to the garden's partitioned layout—and, naturally, the effects of various drugs—more than half of the drunken men and women had yet to be drawn by the disturbance here. They simply laughed, screamed, and went on with their own business. That only made the atmosphere even more absurd.

After looking around, his gaze finally returned to Huang Bingzhen. He nodded slightly, then quickly shook his head. "Whether it's the current environment or his personal emotions, this little bit of malice isn't enough to produce an effective structure. It can't reach the intensity of a wave crest's radiation."

"Mm, I think I understand." Bamboo Pole snapped his fingers. Among those present, his accomplishments on the Mental Side were second only to Ronan's. He was also broadly knowledgeable and open-minded. He had been trying to understand Ronan's "Special Linguistic System" all along, and now, he suddenly had an epiphany.

"Boss Ronan, you mean