Workaholic

The white card had the ability to automatically track its patron. Ordinary people could not see the Black Soul Envoy. Switching between reality and illusion required using one's mind, but compared with hiding, appearing in front of people was even more difficult.

Along the way, No. 18 seriously guided Da Zhe in using his abilities more skillfully. At last, No. 18 stopped beneath a building and looked up.

"Our target is here?" Da Zhe also looked up curiously and asked.

No. 18 nodded, then walked straight into the lobby beneath the security guards' gaze, as though no one else was there. Da Zhe was still somewhat hesitant, but after trying to imitate No. 18, he discovered... it was as if he had opened the door to a whole new world.

Da Zhe waved his hand in front of the security guard, but the other man seemed completely unaware and even quietly yawned.

"Stop fooling around. Keep up."

"Oh... okay." Da Zhe walked up to No. 18, thought of a question, and asked, "By the way, are there any rules for choosing customers?"

"Usually, they have souls of high quality." No. 18 spoke indifferently. "Of course, it's very difficult to encounter truly high-quality ones."

Da Zhe frowned. "So... when you say souls, you mean purer ones are worth more, right? If that's the case, wouldn't innocent children..."

"What? You think you wouldn't be able to do it if the target were a child?" No. 18 suddenly let out a cold laugh.

An inexplicable chill rose in Da Zhe's heart, but he nodded decisively. "I'm sorry, but I really couldn't do it... Still, I've heard there are quite a few envoys. I can't control what others do, but at least I can control myself."

"Not bad." No. 18 nodded and casually pressed