The crowded throng fell silent for a moment, as if recalling, then a man with brown hair raised his head to look at He Ao, hesitated, and began to speak, "We didn’t see any ’suspicious persons,’ sir, is there someone specific you’re looking for?" Surrounding people nodded in agreement, and a lackey chimed in, "We’ve been here during the day, and all the visitors had appointments, they are people we recognize, there’s no one who didn’t have an appointment..." He paused there, swallowing his saliva, not daring to continue. He Ao didn’t pay attention to his words, his gaze sweeping across the increasingly large crowd outside the door, over the faces of some still deep in thought, as he continued to inquire, "No suspicious visitors during the day, what about at night?" "Visitors are very rare at night," Someone in the crowd spoke out, "At night, there are fewer people on duty in the manor, and they clock out by twelve at the latest." Kake was taken aback: "Huh?" Wait, you’re in a mob and still adhere to regular work hours? "What time do you start in the morning?" "The earliest shift of family members starts at three in the morning." Someone in the crowd said. "So from midnight to three o’clock, during this period, is there anyone stationed in the manor? Does Skal also work shifts with you?" "Mr. Skal always stays in the manor," Someone in the crowd caught on to something, "We originally planned to arrange a watch for him between midnight to three, but he refused. Even his personal bodyguards were sent away by him, we couldn’t disobey his orders." "So, you’re saying that in the three hours from midnight to three o’clock," He Ao looked at the crowd, his brows slightly furrowing, "besides Skal, there wasn’t anyone in the manor?" The crowd also realized this, looking at each other, and silence fell for a time. He Ao’s gaze lifted, observing the cheeks of those present. Humans are not machines, someone surely comes to work late or leaves early, or comes back for something forgotten. These people might have seen something. "Skal is dead, if any of you have seen something, you can speak out." After a brief silence, He Ao reached for the handgun on the table, his cold gaze turning to a thoughtful figure amidst the crowd. Everyone standing at the doorway paused slightly, also following He Ao’s gaze, looking towards that figure. It was a man with curly hair, dressed rather simply, his face stiffening as he saw all eyes turn to him, and a bead of sweat seeping from his forehead. He raised his head to look at He Ao standing by the window, feeling a shiver at the gaze from those icy eyes. If he didn’t say something now, he might never get the chance. He looked at He Ao, swallowed his saliva, and in a low voice said, "I just happened to see it once when I was on the late shift, I had drunk a bit too much behind the manor and fell asleep in the woods by the manor’s entrance. When I woke up, it was already past one," He paused, then continued, "Then I saw the light in Mr. Skal’s office window and it looked like someone was talking with Mr. Skal." The attention of those around him was also drawn. The man shook his head, "I only saw the shadow cast on the window, very large, like a mountain of flesh," He looked around at his ’colleagues’, his voice raspy, "After I got up, I quickly ran off. You all know what Mr. Skal is like; if I had been discovered, that would’ve been the end of me." He Ao glanced at the curly-haired man, his gaze sweeping over everyone, "Does anyone else have anything they’ve seen?" Once again, silence fell upon the group, as if recalling something, but this time no one provided any new information. "Then the next question," He Ao sighed softly and placed the gun back on the table, "Do you know who Skal gave the collected personnel information to? Besides gathering information, did he do anything else that a regular mob wouldn’t do?" "All of the personnel information was directly handled by Mr. Skal," The brown-haired man who spoke earlier answered slowly, "None of us had the right to see it, and after he got it, we didn’t know who he gave it to." "Something a regular mob wouldn’t do," A lackey spoke up softly, "Mr. Skal would have us capture some homeless with no one to rely on, and tie them up and keep them in a warehouse on the first floor of the manor." "Then the next day, all these homeless would ’disappear,’" Added another lackey. It seems they were moved out during ’midnight to three.’ "There’s also the dirty work we do for the gendarmerie, and in turn, they protect some of our people." Another lackey chimed in. "These things are also done by other gangs in Feklay; they’re not really special." A voice from among the crowd quickly followed. Then, silence fell upon the crowd. "Regarding the ’kidnapping’, the gathering of personnel intelligence, is there anything else you need to tell me?" After a brief moment of silence, He Ao swept his gaze across the faces of those present and continued to inquire. The crowd looked at one another, once again descending into silence. It seemed they indeed knew very little. And the only one who knew the key material, Skal, was now nothing but a pile of rotten flesh, with his computer completely destroyed and the hard drive virtually turned into powder. Following the silence, He Ao nodded slightly; he raised his hand, signaling Kake to follow him. "Sir, are you leaving now?" At this moment, the brown-haired man who spoke first suddenly interjected. He Ao raised his eyes, looking at him with a smile. The brown-haired man trembled slightly upon meeting He Ao’s gaze, retreated half a step, but still mustered the courage to speak, "Sir, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to barge into our family’s manor, kill our boss, and then just leave without a goodbye?" "What would you have me leave behind?" He Ao asked with an amused look, his eyes sweeping over the dense crowd of gang members behind the man. During their conversation earlier, the supporting gang members had already surrounded the office tightly. The brown-haired man seemed quite pleased with his stalling tactic, the corners of his mouth naturally curling into a smile, as if he were envisioning himself standing at the top of the manor. He turned to glance at the lifeless strands of meat that was once an entire office and the monstrous carcasses on the floor, suppressing the disgust churning inside him, and continued, "I don’t know what kind of trick you used to create this scene and disguise our Mr. Skal as a monster." He turned his gaze back to He Ao, "But I hope you understand that our Skal Family isn’t a place you can just come and go as you please. No matter how good your shooting is, can you beat the dozens of guns here?" His expression slightly cold, he raised his hand, stepping back a little, "Leave your life behind." He Ao looked up at the gang members now raising their guns at the doorway and let out a light sigh. Kake, already trembling, had moved behind He Ao, "What do we do now?" He Ao glanced sideways at the face that looked twenty years older than his, "Jump out the window." Upon hearing this, Kake’s complexion stiffened. He turned back to look at the window they had just broken through. He stuck his head out the window and then quickly pulled it back in. This was a five-story drop with nothing to break the fall; jumping could mean not dying but could cost him half his life. Kake turned back to He Ao. "Jump, or get turned into a sieve, your choice." He Ao commented casually, watching the firearms raised in front of him. Half-bald Kake’s scalp tingled. He peered out the window again, then closed his eyes, climbed onto the window, and with a softening of the legs, he just fell down. Accompanied by his sharp scream, the first gunshot also sounded in the office. A cool breeze brushed against Kake’s cheek, but he didn’t crash to the ground; instead, he quickly rolled onto an ornamental floor. After a brief pause, he felt his limbs to find he was still alive and with all his extremities, and he staggered to his feet. He looked up and around. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be inside a train car; when he was falling, he had apparently passed through the doors of this carriage and landed inside. Fleeting scenery whisked by outside the window. Looking at the surroundings outside, Kake was momentarily stunned. This train, it seemed, was ’running in the sky’? And in that instant, a loud roar emanated from behind the train. That seemed to be the sound of some kind of high explosive detonating, or perhaps the sound of some kind of giant structure collapsing. And it was at this moment that the train plunged downward, then quickly leveled out and came to a stop on the tracks. This was Kake’s first time experiencing the sensation of ’plunging downward’ on a ’train.’ In an instant, his body lost balance, rolling forward, tumbling to the opposite side of the train. At this time, the now steady train doors opened. The young man from Central Earth with a calm visage dusted himself off and stepped onto the train. Kake watched the young man from Central Earth dumbfoundedly, observing his unscathed clothes for a moment without registering how he escaped unharmed from the barrage of bullets. Kake staggered to his feet, looking at He Ao, The intense sound of stones colliding came from behind the train. Kake leaned against the window, raised his head, and looked toward the rear. The train continued to speed forward, and the ’scene’ behind was fully captured by Kake’s eyes. In a moment so brief it seemed just a crossing of time, the towering villa estate that stood erect in the garden had completely turned into a pile of ruins. The shattered stone fragments were jumbled in size, each piece seemingly stained with splotches of mottled crimson blood. They piled atop one another, forming a small mountain, which under the scorching sunlight, resembled a huge grave mound adorned with bloodstained patterns. Before this mound of graves, the originally tottering twin stone pillars finally stabilized, standing upright in front of the massive ruins. The sunlight, carrying a gentle breeze, passed through the gap between the pillars, resembling an empty tombstone. Kake turned his head, looking shakily at He Ao. "Most of them, I suppose," He Ao sat down on a chair and casually said, "This gang should be done for." Kake glanced again at the huge grave mound that had piled up, then back to the unremarkable young man from Central Earth before him. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this young man, who didn’t seem very old, managed to do something so terrifying it was almost like a Divine Miracle. Killing a few people in a short time, he believed; running away quickly, he believed that too. But in the blink of an eye, to completely dismantle an entire estate. This was just too terrifying. Is this person really human? In the end, he looked at He Ao, took a slight breath, and bowed, saying, "Thank you." "Thank me for what, saving your life?" He Ao looked at him with interest. Kake’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, then softly he said, "Surely that deserves thanks, but also for taking out that gang. Though I admittedly took their money and did their bidding, I’m indeed no saint. "But they truly threatened the lives of everyone around us, it’s true. Over the years, too many people have died or been harmed by their hands," Then he gave He Ao a deep bow, "Thank you." He Ao didn’t accept his bow, his figure naturally flickered, and he appeared on a seat not far behind Kake, grabbing a water bottle from the seat, he poured a glass of water, "This changes nothing, I dealt with them simply because they made a move on me." "I know it doesn’t change anything," Kake turned to look at He Ao, after a moment of silence, "When an old gang dies, a new one will emerge to take their place, they’ll continue to collude with the gendarmerie, continue to loan shark and sell illegal drugs, and run illicit businesses. "Getting rid of any gang won’t change anything about this city." He paused, "But at least, during this short transition between the old and the new, everyone can have a bit of relief." "You’ve given a lot of thought to this." He Ao picked up the cup and took a sip of water. "I’m just struggling to survive," Kake revealed a wry smile, "I got divorced, and my wife took the kids back to the Yika Republic. Sometimes, when I’m alone and bored, I tend to overthink." "So you’re thinking of going back to the taxi company?" He Ao looked up at him, continuing to ask. Kake hastily said, raising his hand, "I’d definitely be silenced if I go back now. Please give me a chance, I don’t want to be turned into a monster like the Skal Family, at least let me keep a complete corpse." "Then head to Mote City." He Ao raised his hand and finished the water in the cup. Kake was taken aback, he glanced around, the sceneries outside the window had unknowingly turned dark, "How are we going to get there? By airplane or train? Won’t we encounter assassins?" He Ao slowly stood up. At that moment, bright sunlight poured into the entire carriage. A vast square appeared outside the train’s window. Kake stared blankly at the scene, "This is a Divine Miracle... What is this... K’s blessing?" "Do you believe in K?" He Ao looked at Kake with a hint of doubt. "Cough, not entirely, I also believe in God and such," Kake coughed awkwardly, "Everyone says K is a great Divine Being, so it doesn’t hurt to believe a little. Whenever I encounter danger, I pray to each in turn, who knows, maybe one will actually respond? "When we entered the estate just now, I was also praying in my heart for K’s protection, maybe K really did bless me?" Meanwhile, the train had come to a complete stop. He Ao glanced at Kake, his expression gradually calming down, "You know what you’re facing, right?" Kake took a deep breath and nodded. The train doors slowly opened, revealing a line of Mote City gendarmerie standing behind them. Kake glanced outside and stepped out slowly, extending his hands. Accompanied by a crisp sound, his hands were cuffed together. At this moment, however, he let out a slight sigh of relief. "It seems you’re quite happy?" He Ao walked out from behind him. "At least it proves I’m still alive, and that I don’t have to die for a while." Kake smiled, "Thanks to K’s blessing." Then he paused, looked at He Ao, and continued, "I actually have another cloud drive, on it are files from other ’information gatherers’ I know. He was also afraid of death and entrusted me with managing the files, which we didn’t tell anyone about. "But the other day, I suddenly couldn’t contact him, and I called the gendarmerie, but it was no use. I’m afraid his end wasn’t good. "The account is the same as my username with the last digit changed to 9, and the password is the same." With that, his voice softened, gazing at He Ao, "I hope it helps you." He Ao nodded slightly. At that moment, Yan Yue, dressed in professional attire, walked out from behind the gendarmerie and handed He Ao a stack of documents, "These are the documents Minister He asked me to give you, including interrogation materials for the persons captured last night up to just now," She looked at He Ao, "Last night, we also investigated the ’travel voucher’ that won Chichi’s ’lottery’. We found the server for that software, deciphered the server information, bypassed their ’real-person verification’, and found the travel agency they ’cooperated’ with. "We asked people in Feklay to investigate the travel agency, but the result was that it had long been abandoned. I’ve also compiled the related information, it’s in the file." He Ao took the materials. Yan Yue’s internal affairs and secretarial abilities were to be trusted. "Then I’ll leave him to you." He Ao glanced at Kake, took the documents, and returned to the train. Yan Yue nodded slightly, watched He Ao enter the train, and then watched as the train disappeared into the void. A group of gendarmes subdued Kake, and everyone began to walk towards the building nearby. And during the march, Kake awkwardly asked in not-so-fluent Yika language, "The person just now, what exactly is his identity?" Yan Yue turned her head to look at him and said in Locke language, "One of those standing at the very top of this world." Kake was slightly startled, then opened his mouth,