The Divine Throne Of Infinity

Having high Will attributes indeed has its benefits.

Yi Lin was supported by Molly all the way back to his own place.

Only then did the pain of seeing stars and having a dizzy mind begin to subside somewhat.

Activating "Shadow Follow"...

Unleashing two "Mental Shocks"...

When Yi Lin finished off Siao San with a coup de grâce, he took the opportunity to glance at the Apostle Panel.

The Psychic Point was down to... 1 point!

For an Angel Envoy, Psychic Points are as crucial as magic points are for mages in novels.

When Psychic Points fall below 10%, it leads to physical discomfort.

If they drop below 1%, those with high Will attributes might be able to hang on for a while, but those with lower Will would faint on the spot.

Only when Psychic Points slowly recover to a certain level does the Angel Envoy regain consciousness.

Yi Lin silently thought himself lucky, as these three bodyguards seemed like Outlaws who licked blood on the edge of a knife before turning over a new leaf, with physical fitness and reaction speeds far exceeding those of Ordinary people.

Yi Lin's first kill was relatively smooth, relying on the effect of the "Shadow Follow" Skill.

But when killing the second person, the target actually became more vigilant, forcing Yi Lin to initiate Plan B and use "Mental Shock".

As for the third, Siao San, it goes without saying. Yi Lin's first Knife was dodged by the narrowest of margins at the critical moment.

It was this close shave that made Yi Lin's knife cut shallower than intended.

It barely sliced through the carotid artery and did not cut the windpipe as he had envisioned.

Of course, the knife Yi Lin used was only a civilian one. Although Yi Lin had sharpened the knife specially, it was not military-grade, and there was a Realm of difference in the material quality.

If Yi Lin hadn't drawn a control Skill like "Mental Shock" during his preparatory Angel Envoy trial, he might not have taken this risk tonight.

However, what surprised Yi Lin the most tonight was not the strength of the three Outlaws.

But rather...

When he killed the three men, a message popped up before his eyes each time.

...

[Gained Chaos Points +50]

[Gained Chaos Points +50]

[Gained Chaos Points +50]

...

"Could it be..."

Yi Lin's expression turned grim in an instant.

Because, he had a terrifying guess about the source of the Chaos Points.

Seeing Yi Lin lying on the sofa with a fluctuating expression,

Molly couldn't help but ask, "You bastard, what on earth happened tonight? Why were those people following us?"

Yi Lin rubbed his temples and ignored Miss Mo Mengmeng who was ranting not far away.

When Yi Lin left Molly's side in the demolition area, it was only for a total of five minutes at most.

Molly had no idea what terrifying life-or-death struggle had transpired within those five minutes.

And right now, Yi Lin didn't have the time to explain too much to Molly.

Because...

"Molly, do me a favor."

"Huh?" Molly, hearing this, was taken aback.

What trick is this bastard thinking of pulling now?

"Call Qingcheng Police Station on a number that can't be traced back and report that..."

"Three bodies have been found in the old town area."

Yi Lin knew Molly well.

He was very aware of Molly's capabilities.

Although she was only 18, she was a genius.

An undisputed genius.

Molly gaped in shock upon hearing this.

She had an inkling of what had happened in the darkness earlier.

"You, you... did you again..."

Yi Lin mustered a faint smile: "I am saving the world."

"..."

...

...

Qingcheng.

Late night.

The entire city had fallen into silence.

But at that moment, a series of piercing siren sounds broke Qingcheng's stillness.

The red and blue lights of more than a dozen police cars intertwined with the still-lit holographic advertising projections among the tall buildings in the Qingcheng sky.

In no time at all, the police cars arrived smoothly at the old town district.

This was the old town district that was about to be demolished.

During the day, there might be some bored people, or those seeking thrills, strolling around here, or engaging in some unspeakable acts.

But come the dead of night, the old district is deserted.

Dead silence.

Xu Zhiyong got out of the police car with dark circles under his eyes.

His face was the very picture of exhaustion.

Lately, just dealing with Siao Yang's case was enough to run Xu Zhiyong ragged.

"This should be the place! Fan out and search! Be cautious, everyone! A-grade alert!"

Yet Gu Sinan, as if injected with adrenaline, began barking out commands with a stern face and a fiery energy.

Xu Zhiyong yawned, fished out a pack of mint gum from his pocket, popped two pieces in his mouth, and started chewing voraciously.

Normally, a late-night report like this wouldn't require the immediate attention of Gu Sinan.

But there was something odd about the caller.

The source couldn't be traced.

In other words, it was a number that had been specially encrypted!

That made it impossible not to take seriously.

Add to that the fact that Siao Yang's killer hadn't been caught, and Gu Sinan was in a state of constant mental tension.

"Report to Team Gu, a body has been found over here!"

"Team Gu, there's another body over here!"

"Team Gu, same here, another male body!"

Quickly, three bodies were discovered.

Xu Zhiyong immediately felt a surge of energy, his weariness fading. He took charge of a group and hurried towards one of the corpses.

"Huh?"

The moment Xu Zhiyong laid eyes on the body, he was taken aback.

Throat slit.

Killed with a single knife strike.

Clean and efficient.

"This is..."

This style of killing didn't carry a strong personal signature, but happening one after another in such a short time span in Qingcheng made it quite intriguing.

With Xu Zhiyong's wealth of experience, he could make a judgment even without waiting for the forensic analysis—he was sure this was the same method of death as Siao Yang's.

"Serial killings... now we're in trouble..."

Xu Zhiyong sighed and walked towards another body.

Same method: throat slit, killed with a single strike.

As expected.

And the third...

Gu Sinan was examining it, so Xu Zhiyong hadn't planned on joining the crowd.

After all, the outcome was predictable without even looking.

"Old Xu, you better come over here!"

Just then, Gu Sinan's urgent voice came over the earphone.

"I'm on my way."

Xu Zhiyong didn't dare delay and quickly arrived at the third body.

"How about those two bodies?"

Gu Sinan asked gravely.

"Same as the Siao Yang case, same death method: throat slit, killed with a single strike. Looks like we've got ourselves a not-so-simple killer," Xu Zhiyong remarked as he chewed his gum and sighed.

The more complicated the killer, the harder their coming days would be.

"Old Xu, take a look at this wound," Gu Sinan said, without doubting Xu Zhiyong's conclusion, nor commenting on it. He just squatted down and pointed to the wound on the third corpse.

"Huh? This..."

Xu Zhiyong had been struggling to keep his eyes open out of sheer fatigue.

But when he saw the wound on the third body, he suddenly snapped to attention.

The method of death was different.

This body's death differed from that of Siao Yang and the other two in the demolition area.

Xu Zhiyong put on his gloves and examined the wound closely.

Xu Zhiyong, who had been an exceptional detective even before the Four Towers brought changes to human civilization, was getting on in years, but he still remained an experienced and excellent, albeit older, detective.

Quickly, he made a judgment based on his experience.

"This wound near the neck is similar to the others, but it's not deep enough for instant death."

"If I'm not mistaken, the victim must've had substantial attributes, and judging by his attire, he likely was some kind of bodyguard with self-defense capabilities."

"In other words, the victim dodged the killer's first slash..."

"But the actual lethal wound is in the center of the neck, from the front—a knife thrust into the windpipe, then slid across towards the first wound..."

Xu Zhiyong visualized the scene, analyzing the manner of death while making a chilling gesture.