Facing Feng Jun's apology, Xuanyuan Buqi smiled. "Being true to your nature isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Then he raised a hand and directly drew the man over from more than a hundred kilometers away, while destroying all nearby surveillance equipment.
The maneuver was somewhat similar to the moment Lin Jielin had been taken away. Back then, Lin Jielin had been inside a building, and Xuanyuan Buqi had gone in himself. This time, Chen Jiu was beneath an open roof, so Xuanyuan Buqi did not even need to go over in person.
The watchers were not staring directly at Chen Jiu the whole time. That was a major taboo in surveillance; the proper approach was to glance over from the corner of one's eye now and then.
Yet after a ripple passed through the air, the man vanished. The sight still jolted them awake. "Where is he?"
Chen Jiu was equally bewildered. He had been drinking when the world suddenly spun, and everything before his eyes turned pitch-black.
"I... didn't drink that much," he said, shaking his head, only to find that even the small cup of liquor in his hand had spilled all over him.
He shook his head again and saw vague shadows before him. Startled, he sprang to his feet and instinctively reached for his pistol.
"Alright, there's no need to be so nervous," a voice sounded from the darkness. A red dot blinked on and off, while the scent of smoke drifted through the air. "Sorry for bringing you here so abruptly."
"So it was you!" Chen Jiu immediately understood. "Was that your Near-Field Shift technique?"
"It has nothing to do with Warp Jumps." Feng Jun could not be bothered to explain further. "Why are there so many surveillance devices and people around you?"
Chen Jiu