After roughly twenty minutes, Miss F1500 had arrived at a secluded street.
She hid behind a tree and used Mystic Thread to sense one of the nearby buildings, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes.
At this moment, the Dusk Society member who had been threatened was feeling somewhat uneasy.
At least on the surface, however, he remained fairly calm and was still chatting with his classmate.
A few minutes later, his classmate said goodbye and left his home.
Only then did he quickly draw the curtains, shut the door, and sit quietly alone on the sofa in the room.
He opened the system, selected Operator Recruitment, and tapped confirm. There was a beep.
This matter is excessively dangerous. The system does not support relying on other "Dusk" members to resolve your personal affairs.
He punched the sofa, unwilling yet helpless.
But he also understood that if he continued receiving no support from the system, his future would only become more troublesome. He might even... end up in mortal danger.
Just then, a strange aura drifted past the door.
His pupils contracted as he abruptly looked up, only to find a man in black already seated on the sofa opposite him.
The man picked up a teacup from the table, poured himself some water, and took a sip before leaning back. "It seems you haven't been very obedient lately."
The man's voice made his heart skip a beat. He quickly lowered his head. "I wouldn't dare."
"Heh. Ke Heng, I suggest you wise up and stop entertaining unrealistic thoughts." With an icy expression, the man took out a bottle of black medicine and placed it before him. "Drink."
"That much?" Ke Heng's heart went cold.
This was bad.
In the past, the other party had used this dangerous