Tier-Two Esper

Shen Mo deliberately put on an exhausted appearance after coming upstairs, trailing slowly at the back of the group.

As he walked, he secretly sensed the fluctuations of supernatural power in the surrounding air.

When his gaze swept past the window, he spotted several scattered strands of black hair. "Yo-ho, looks like we've run into a wind-type esper."

Then Shen Mo raised his hand and secured the protective mesh that had been caught on the windowsill back into place. Though it had loosened somewhat, nothing unusual could be seen from outside.

Afterward, he lowered his head to glance at the door that had been kicked apart on the floor and could not help clicking his tongue. "Tsk tsk... That's way too violent."

Shen Mo looked toward his sister's retreating back and quickly lifted his foot to follow her.

By the time he reached the scene, everyone had already plunged into fierce battle once more.

Shen Mo watched them fight, secretly observing which one was the wind-type esper from earlier.

Very quickly, he locked onto one person. It could not be helped—he would have had to be blind not to notice him. The man looked like he was fighting, but in reality, he seemed more like he was sabotaging his teammates.

When the Wind Blade blew apart the upright earthen shield once again, the tall, thin man finally could not hold back and roared at him, "Xue Dong, control your Wind Blades better! Be careful, or the boss will make sure you don't get to see your little sister tonight!"

The moment those words fell, the Wind Blades in the area instantly turned into a whirlwind, blasting everyone on the battlefield away.

Shen Mo backed up several steps and shielded his face with his arm. The wind cut painfully against his cheeks, even slicing several tears into his clothes.

Xue Dong climbed up from the ground and spat out blood in a sorry state, giving a thoroughly insincere explanation. "Sorry, I lost control again."

Seeing that he was indeed injured, the tall, thin man gritted his teeth and said nothing. He only shouted, "Boss, they currently have five espers, all Tier One. Nothing to fear. We can let all the brothers come out now!"

As soon as his words fell, several enormous metal cages dropped from above, covering the entire group within them. Then the doors of several dorm rooms opened, and the people pouring out packed the corridor solid.

"We fell for it. Those people before were bait—no wonder there wasn't a single esper among them." Vines coiled around Su Ze's body and wrapped around the cage, trying to lift it away, but it was useless.

Cui Yang also gripped the bars and pulled hard, then shook his head at the others.

At that moment, a bald, burly man stepped out from among the crowd. A thick gold chain hung around his neck, giving him a gaudy, nouveau-riche air. He was likely one of the downtrodden who had suddenly turned his life around after the apocalypse, leaving him lacking in both taste and perspective.

The flattering people around him probably knew it in their hearts as well, but because of the strength of his supernatural power, they did not dare say anything. They followed diligently behind him instead.

The bald man was clearly delighted by their flattery. He strode at the front, a piece of metal hovering and pulsing in his palm, carrying an indescribable sense of intimidation. "Stop wasting your strength. I'm a Tier-Two Esper. Your little tricks are useless against me."

His gaze swept over the crowd before finally landing on Shen Yue, and satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

In a rather good mood, he offered the group a suggestion. "For the sake of you all being espers, as long as you're willing to pledge loyalty to me, I won't kill you."

With so many people on the other side, Leng Shiyi lowered his eyes, his expression slightly cold as he looked at the man. "And what exactly do you mean by pledge loyalty?"

The man burst into laughter upon hearing that. With a casual wave, he shaped metal into a chair and sat down on it. "Talking to smart people is refreshing. My name is Liu Qun, a Tier-Two metal-type esper. You can call me Boss Liu or Boss Metal, either is fine."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the captain of this team. You're not bad—you know how to read the wind and trim your sails. You've got good judgment."

He slightly raised his head, his chin tilting upward as arrogance and contempt spilled from his expression.

At the same time, someone beside him swiftly handed over a cigarette, lit it respectfully, and brought it to his lips.

Liu Qun held the cigarette between his lips and took a deep drag, slowly exhaling smoke from the corner of his mouth before continuing, "Our team has a member with a psychic ability. I'll arrange for her to use that special power to have us sign a contract."