Benjamin returned to the Old District with a touch of regret.
The gazes behind him had followed him for three streets, passed through two intersections, and gone by a gaslamp tower before suddenly vanishing at the corner of Seventh Street.
Benjamin did not turn around, but his psychic power had caught the reason.
Two people had helped him deal with the "trouble."
They were old acquaintances to Benjamin—the two people who had been on duty at the Psychic Association throughout this period.
They emerged from a dark alley, moving cleanly and sharply without making a single unnecessary sound.
The people who had planned to ambush Benjamin had not even had time to fight back. There were only a few extremely brief muffled thuds, and then the gazes clinging to his back snapped one by one.
Those unlucky fellows had not been killed, however. It seemed they had been taken away.
Benjamin's passive perception could distinguish between the disappearance and transfer of life signs.
After handling the last person, the two Psychic Association members neither approached Benjamin nor made any superfluous movements.
Benjamin could feel their gazes linger on his back for a moment. Once they confirmed that he was unharmed and the trouble had been cleared away, they retreated into the alley and vanished into Mist City's thick fog.
To be honest, he could not help feeling somewhat regretful.
Benjamin had originally been prepared to add to his supply of experimental subjects.
The people following behind him harbored dangerous intentions and wanted to treat him like a fat sheep.
If handled properly, materials delivered straight to his door like this could both resolve trouble and provide fresh samples for research.
He had even run through a plan of action in his mind: how much force to use, how far to