Bagui Province, Southern Ming City.
In an old residential complex, the night was deep, and old-fashioned streetlamps cast down soft yellow halos.
For a border city with poor economic development and equally poor public security, there was really nothing worth lingering over at night. Incomes were low, there were few places filled with neon lights and nightlife, and going out after dark was unsafe.
Women who went out in the middle of the night could easily have guns pressed to their lower backs by criminals. Men did not have that concern, but they might get their kidneys harvested.
The residential complex was silent. The residents had all gone to sleep early.
Suddenly, the stray cats in the complex let out shrill cries, shattering the quiet night.
In a shabby rental apartment in one of the buildings, Wanderer of the Human World suddenly woke with a start.
He quickly got up and walked barefoot to the window. Cautiously pulling open a narrow gap in the curtains, he surveyed the residential complex in the stillness of the night.
There was not a single person in the complex. The greenery bathed silently beneath the halos of the streetlamps.
But Wanderer of the Human World knew that uninvited guests had entered the complex—and there was a whole group of them.
The stray cats in the complex were his eyes and ears. He had implanted them with hostile emotions that would make them anxiously screech whenever they saw a large group of strangers.
Animals and plants were often overlooked, but they also made the best guards.
At that moment, the stray cats stopped crying, and the complex fell silent once more.
Wanderer of the Human World, standing behind the curtain, narrowed his eyes. If "a group of strangers entering the complex" could have been a