The Entire Official Division is Behind Me (Seeking Reads)

"Click..." Hearing the sound of metal fracturing beside his ear, Zhang Anzai decisively took a step back.

Just as he had guessed, several steel pipes had been wedged beneath the metal rack in front of him at some point, and the longest one was currently gripped in the hands of Bi Gan.

He pushed down on the end of the steel pipe with force, and the iron rack was instantly pried upward.

"Whoosh!" This rack held countless imitation porcelain pieces; though many were crudely made, they were indeed genuine ceramic. As the rack tilted toward the wall, the porcelain items immediately slid off.

"Clack!" The iron rack crashed down, slamming against the outer wall of the warehouse.

"Snap! Snap!" Countless porcelain pieces tumbled to the ground one after another, emitting crisp, shattering sounds.

Zhang Anzai retreated a few steps decisively, yet several shards of porcelain still flew toward him, grazing his skin.

"Just as I guessed... the ability of this mask is to enhance intelligence and calculation." Wearing the Wolf-Head Mask, Zhang Anzai panted heavily, one hand gripping the long Meat-Sawing Blade while the other shielded his face.

Opposite the rack that had fallen against the wall, the hunched figure of Bi Gan, looking like a frail old man, released the steel pipe and turned to walk into the depths of the warehouse with great composure.

In his hand, a large ring of keys spun around his index finger in a provocative manner.

Throughout this pursuit, Zhang Anzai had been struck by a lantern that fell after Bi Gan sliced its rope with a thrown Pointed Knife, and ambushed from behind by a billiard ball prop that Bi Gan had calculated to bounce off surfaces.

Combined with this effortless prying of the heavy iron rack and the origin of the mask he had previously revealed himself, the effect of the mask was not hard to guess.

"Fortunately... we have a whole group of people on our side who defy common sense as well."

"Good dodge, but he should be heading into an independent warehouse next. The probability of it being between simulated sets is the highest; be extremely careful once you enter."

The guidance from the Official Division had not ceased. Although the exploration phase had been pushed through, they could still provide assistance in combat, and these people were certainly no pushovers.

Every ambush just now had been calculated in advance by someone in the Official Division, who had warned him accordingly.

This meant that there was clearly someone in the Official Division possessing calculation abilities as powerful as those of Mr. Li.

By watching the trajectory of a prop's release, they could guess exactly what he intended to do.

"Human computers are truly terrifying..." Zhang Anzai let out a low growl and leaped into the air.

"Clack!" He landed on the rack, which was wedged against the wall at a 45-degree angle, maintaining his balance with ease as he moved forward step by step along the edge of the iron frame.

He was cautious at first, but soon began to run, quickly crossing the rack before rolling to the ground.

Zhang Anzai crouched on the floor, scanning the surroundings with his wolf-like eyes to confirm the location of Mr. Li.

He was standing before the door of the warehouse used for simulated sets, looking at Zhang Anzai with a mocking expression. Seeing him cross the rack, he chuckled, then stepped back and walked into the warehouse.

Before Zhang Anzai could move, he heard another reminder from the Official Division in his ear: "This player's physical fitness is getting stronger. Remind him to stay cautious but move quickly; if he waits any longer, the mask might become impossible to remove."

Zhang Anzai was well aware of this, as he was the one listening to the prompts and the one experiencing it firsthand.

The jump of over a meter onto the iron rack just now, and the ease with which he walked on the wobbling frame, were things he could never have achieved before.

This indicated that the Wolf-Head Mask was further integrating with his nervous system, enhancing his motor reflexes. However, the mask affected far more than just physical ability; while his energy was surging, his human logical thinking was deteriorating significantly.

If nothing else, when he landed just now, he had instinctively inhaled deeply and sniffed left and right—that was not a habit a human would have.

Zhang Anzai frowned visibly, then stood up and walked quickly to the warehouse door, pushing open the door that had been left ajar.

"Grrr..." Under the influence of the Wolf-Head Mask's consciousness, Zhang Anzai let out an instinctive low growl to intimidate the room.

But unsurprisingly, there was no sign of anyone at the entrance.

This entrance led to a scene with a relatively strong film set atmosphere, though not a simulated set, but rather a recreation of a film shooting scene from the last century.

Old tables and chairs, red flooring, a wall painted white on top and green on the bottom, an old-fashioned film projector, and various cabinets.

Nearby were film set props like long ladders, and above were ventilation ducts and incandescent bulbs from the studio.

Perhaps because Zhang Anzai was bolstered by the Wolf-Head Mask, he was not afraid of the dark environment at all. Conversely, the mask Bi Gan wore only provided intelligence, leaving his other senses at a normal human level, so the lights in this warehouse were on.

They were not all on, however; some areas were bright, while others were slightly dim.

Zhang Anzai was now struggling to maintain his ability to think. It wasn't that he had completely lost his mind, but rather that the Wolf-Head Mask's consciousness carried a heavy, wild instinct; his tactics were limited to flanking, ambushing, or group swarming.

In a life-threatening situation, wearing the mask made him unwilling to think at all; he only wanted to rush forward and fight to the death.

Fortunately, his Dexterous trait seemed to suppress his reckless impulses to a certain extent, and the people from the Official Division were there to remind him and do the thinking for him.

"This guy is very cunning. Be careful of every place that could hide a person. He looks like he left the lights on and doesn't intend to hide, but in reality, the lighting is set up with great skill, which can actually guide your line of sight and hide many spots that go unnoticed."

"He might also be playing a reverse-logic game."

"It's fine, we have the third-person perspective. You explore, we'll keep watch," the Official Division members said while advising him:

"Before you feel the urge to kill and your flesh begins to fuse, use the mask as much as you can. If the light affects your vision, rely more on your hearing and sense of smell."

Zhang Anzai nodded in response, moving forward with the Meat-Sawing Blade gripped in both hands. The pair of ears on his head twitched naturally from side to side, and his nose sniffed the air.

Sure enough, he discovered some traces.

"Is it this way!" Zhang Anzai caught the scent of blood; recalling the injury that guy had sustained earlier, he was certain.

He bypassed the tables and chairs in the center of the space and headed straight for the cabinets in the back.

It was indeed as the Official Division members had described; this area was in the shadows of the backlight, but not completely dark, making it less visually obvious.

However, who could have expected that just as Zhang Anzai rushed forward a few steps, he suddenly heard a warning: "Wrong! Behind you, under the table."

At the same time, Zhang Anzai took a sharp breath and, sure enough, smelled a familiar scent of leather behind him.

"Hah!" He swung the heavy Meat-Sawing Blade in his hand directly behind him.