Tracking

His gaze swept across the sidewalk—the passing crowds, students with backpacks, couples walking arm in arm—before easily locking onto an inconspicuous figure among them.

An obviously ill-fitting gray hoodie, dark pants, mud and dust on his shoes... At first glance, the young man moving quickly along the wall with his head lowered looked no different from the many homeless drifters on the fringes of this city.

Yet after just one look, Tristan could not tear his eyes away!

The chewing in his mouth unconsciously stopped, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head!

Although it was still impossible to determine whether the "external stimuli" obtained during trials could have a definite effect on bloodline enhancements in reality,

according to the researchers' analysis, in a mission world where actual reactions were generally equivalent to those in reality, such experiences held enormous value even if they were merely accumulated as experience!

—If possible, he needed to obtain as many high-value "blood samples" as he could!

And now, on this bustling street, during nothing more than a brief period of supervised freedom, he had actually been "lucky" enough to run into a suitable target!

Coming back to his senses, Tristan directly tossed aside the half-eaten red bean bun and wiped his hands on the hem of the long T-shirt he had specifically worn for his "outing." The movement was a little too broad, drawing a passing office worker's glance—only for the man to hastily look away after being startled by Tristan's build and pale complexion.

He could not spare a thought for the things around him anymore. With a hint of caution, he followed after the young man.

Daytime was relatively safe. At the very least, aside from threats posed by the rare "things" that had no brains whatsoever, there was usually