Wenren Sheng set the mung bean soup aside and continued practicing his mysterious skills.
If it was bitter, he would not drink it.
Being a person was that simple.
After practicing for a while, he received a call. It was from Zhao Han.
"Teacher, Teacher, there's news about the matter you entrusted to Cousin," she said excitedly.
"Take it slow. Don't choke," Wenren Sheng reassured her.
Zhao Han quickly explained what she had just done. While fishing for clues during a car ride, she had found traces of the other party.
She had obtained his name, age, and appearance.
He turned out to be an ordinary young man named Sun Yan Yu, twenty-four years old and unemployed. He usually drifted about and made a living by renting out properties.
"Very good, very good. I'll have someone pursue him immediately." Wenren Sheng then made another call.
Not long afterward, he learned that the young man had already been missing for quite some time.
"How had he escaped so quickly?" Wenren Sheng was initially baffled, but after a moment's thought, he suddenly understood.
Zhao Han had just said that she had captured traces of him. It now seemed those were measures he had left behind long ago—measures designed to activate at a set time.
Timed activation was a common method. It existed in the technological field, and the Mysterious Realm had plenty of similar techniques as well.
One of this method's greatest advantages was that it allowed the Backstage Black Hand to leave the scene, conceal themselves, and avoid being caught on the spot.
He really was a troublesome fellow. No wonder he had made it onto the Seed of Mystery's trigger list.
Once Wenren Sheng understood, he instructed the Patrol Division to continue tracking him.
He believed the man could not