Allies? No, I Was Just a Passing Dark Knight!

Inside this warehouse filled with hazy white light.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry of pain rang out, followed by the horrifying sounds of rapidly growing bones and twisting flesh echoing throughout the warehouse.

Pain!

Unbearable pain!

When Xiao Tong had just regained consciousness from his coma, he felt a magma-like force flowing through every vein in his body, making all his blood boil.

Sizzle.

Before long, Xiao Tong's skin looked as though it had been scorched by flames, rapidly turning bright red. He looked like a lobster about to be cooked.

"Ah!"

Yet amid that searing pain, Xiao Tong felt some mysterious power awakening within his body.

"Roar!"

"Roar! Roar!"

A moment later, Xiao Tong suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide as he opened his mouth and let out a ghostly howl.

His hands suddenly swelled. The nails on all ten fingers fell off, only for ten black, sharp claws to grow back. Finally, two fangs extended from between his lips.

Werewolf transformation?

No, this was a normal reaction anyone would undergo after being injected with a dose of [One-time Half-demon Serum].

"Power! Is this the immense power after injecting the serum?"

A moment later, Xiao Tong raised his hands and looked at the sharp claws on his fingers, his expression brimming with dangerous killing intent!

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Xiao Tong felt the vastly increased strength within his body. A savage smile appeared on his face. "With this kind of power, why would I need to keep worrying about failing missions?"

"Even that mysterious person from before... I could probably smack him to death with one claw now."

Just as Xiao Tong sank into his fantasies, a cold voice suddenly rang out beside his ear. "Sorry to interrupt your fantasy, but since they're your last words, I should let you finish them."

Last words? What last words?

Why would I have last words to leave behind?

Just as Xiao Tong stood there with a bewildered expression, two whooshes rang out. His now-sharper eyes saw only two dark-blue beams streak past him, piercing through the left and right sides of his chest.

Only then did Xiao Tong seem to realize that the mysterious person who had defeated him earlier was standing in the dark area five meters away.

That was why Xiao Tong had failed to notice someone standing in the room.

"Thud!"

As agony tore through him from his heart being pierced and scorched, Xiao Tong's eyes widened. Then, the light in his pupils seemed to fade completely. His body went limp, and he collapsed heavily onto the warehouse floor.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The next second, a dark-blue laser carrying destructive power pierced Xiao Tong's head again, killing him completely.

Under the hazy glow of the fog lamps.

"Tap, tap."

Wang Zhong, gripping the [Small Psionic Laser Gun] in his right hand, slowly walked out of the darkness nearby.

"Buzz, buzz!"

At that moment, Wang Zhong's sharp eyes clearly saw threads of blood-red radiance emerge from the half-demon sprawled on the ground. Following some unseen trajectory, they flew toward him and finally sank into his chest.

At the same time, that familiar strange phenomenon appeared before Wang Zhong once more.

Right then, a pale-blue virtual panel materialized out of thin air before Wang Zhong.

[Half-demon containing [Demon Power] killed. Saint Power +3.]

[Host: Wang Zhong]

[Holy Profession: Primary Saint]

[Companion Holy Relic: Mechanical God Book]

[Mechanical Saint Power: 14/19 (16→19)]

[Mechanical Remains: Electric Heart (Primary Mechanical), Mechanical Right Eye (Primary Mechanical)]

[Upgrade Progress: 1.2/6]

[Strength Level: Level 2 Psionic Warrior]

"Those blood-red gleams... are they [Saint Power]?"

"However, increasing my Saint Power hasn't made me feel any stronger. Or is this [Saint Power] not meant to directly strengthen the body?"

After studying it for a while without reaching any conclusion, Wang Zhong could only shake his head and turn his attention back to the strange-looking half-demon corpse before him.

How could he maximize the benefits?

That had become the question Wang Zhong cared about most right now.

Before long.

Wang Zhong took out the [Mechanical Phone A10], snapped several photos, and sent them to Captain Li Ying. Then, he had [Intelligence] simulate an unknown phone number and called Captain Li Ying.

A few seconds later.

A stern voice came from the [Mechanical Phone A10]. "Who are you? Why did you send me these disgusting photos?"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Zhong's lips. He said coldly, "You can call me the Mysterious Man. As for why I sent you these photos, it's simply because I find you pleasing to the eye."

"So, are you challenging me? Or challenging our bureau?"

"These corpses are all half-demons. Half-demons are beings created when ordinary humans mutate after being injected with demon blood..."

"What? Half-demons?"

"That's right. The half-demon experiment is a human experiment conducted by the [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company]. I only discovered it in the past few months..."

"So you're looking for allies? Do you have a grudge against the [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company]?"

"Looking for allies? No, I'm just a Passing Dark Knight. I'll send you the exact address, but this matter is of great importance. While keeping it confidential, I hope you can protect the safety of the Slums as much as possible. After all, this is my home."

Click.

After saying that, Wang Zhong decisively hung up the Mechanical Mobile Phone. Earlier, he had already had [Intelligence] alter his voice, so he was not worried that Li Ying could trace any clues through it.

Change faces! Change voices! Change body shape!

That was the basic routine for maintaining an alternate identity nowadays.

Night Knight.

That was the name of Wang Zhong's new identity!

Informing Li Ying.

After weighing the pros and cons, this was the most direct approach Wang Zhong had chosen.

Wang Zhong was only one person, after all. He could not save everyone while under attack from so many [Half-demons]. Rather than that, he might as well throw out this [Half-demon] bait and let those overt [Psionic Plainclothes Officers] handle the matter.

"Next, I should clock out for the day."

"My [Saint Power] has also recovered to 14 points. It's time to prepare a new identity."

Muttering to himself, Wang Zhong walked out of the warehouse with an indifferent expression.

Of course.

Before leaving, Wang Zhong had already cleaned away most of the traces left in the warehouse. Unless someone possessed the power of [Time Reversal], there was no way they could fully reconstruct everything that had happened inside.