They weren't causing trouble or exposing conspiracies.
After all, although Flying Bird A could hear sounds carried by the wind from afar, those sounds were an overwhelming jumble—billions of people across the globe, all kinds of animals, industrial machinery.
If Contract Anomalists did not possess physiques beyond ordinary people, their ears would probably go deaf the instant they received all those sounds.
Of course, that did not mean Flying Bird A did not get headaches from the flood of information. It was simply too chaotic and too much.
He could only sort through it.
Filtering out information that was less important.
Usually, if someone called his name, he would hear it first.
The second category was Weird entities and bad people. If he had heard the voice of a target he was pursuing, then as long as they spoke, he could lock onto them through their unique sound waves.
But if they did nothing and did not call his name, quietly plotting some conspiracy, then Flying Bird A truly had no way to find them.
After all, his ability was not mind-reading.
It still had certain limitations.
Even so, this ability was already terrifying to those unaware of it.
After all, no one knew whether an offhand remark or a scheme hatched in secret might be overheard.
Then, just as they carried out their crime, a giant white bird would suddenly descend from the sky and land before them. Only enemies Flying Bird A had pursued could understand that kind of despair.
Ye Xuan was still inside Yi Gui Company.
He sat in a room on the second floor, with an employee seated beside him.
"Mr. Ye."
The employee brewed a cup of tea and placed it before Ye Xuan. "Don't worry. We'll send someone to deal with it soon."