Ripples spread out, gray fog surged violently. A black line cut through the canvas like a sharp blade, tearing swiftly to both sides and expanding. In the blink of an eye, the tear quickly formed a spinning black vortex. It was like an eye suddenly opening in the darkness. Having sensed the space distortion, Fang Cheng had already clenched his fists, muscles tense, poised in an attack stance, fully prepared. His scarlet gaze was locked onto the center of the vortex. There, faint star-like points of light flickered, only to be swallowed by a deeper darkness. An unsettling gravitational force distorted the light, tearing at the surrounding air, emitting a faint and sharp whistling sound. Before Zhou Liang and the others could react. The vortex suddenly shuddered, as if letting out a satiated belch, and "spat" something out. Two figures stumbled out, crashing heavily onto the cold floor. No, it should be three people. A woman in a researcher’s uniform, her long hair disheveled, struggled to get up, her eyes full of lingering fear. A handsome young man, now kneeling on one knee, gasping heavily, sweat soaking the hair on his forehead. And another, who had been flung to the side by the young man before they tumbled out, a naked, muscle-bound man. Only now, his eyes were tightly shut, unconsciously unaware. The black vortex quickly contracted and finally vanished into a point, disappearing without a trace. In the air, only a faint indescribable fluctuation remained, soon devoured by the returning gray fog. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 The office hall once again fell into an eerie silence. Everyone’s gaze fixated on these three uninvited guests who had appeared out of nowhere. Zhou Liang instinctively raised his gun to aim but froze completely upon speaking. The other team members, too, were filled with disbelief, a thought rising simultaneously in their hearts: How could there be another expert? Zhou Liang’s gaze landed on the face of the panting young man, his pupils slightly contracted. This face... he couldn’t be more familiar with, it was identical to that of a certain superstar seen on TV and posters. Wasn’t this Cheng Jiashu? The one Captain Gao referred to as the "Smiling Demon," who had collaborated with the Special Search Team, also codenamed "White Owl"! Ali also recognized him immediately, his brain completely overloaded. Looking at the man wearing the Evil Ghost mask, exuding murderous intent, and then at this newly appeared, genuine Cheng Jiashu. Lips trembling, he stammered: "I... I’m not seeing things, am I? Really... another White Owl?" Zhou Liang felt a surge of shock within. The previous speculation was correct, the identity of "White Owl" actually represented two people. Involuntarily, he cast his gaze towards the man wearing the Evil Ghost mask. Probably, this person who tore monsters apart with bare hands, treating slaughter as a game, was the true murderer giving both the Noah Organization and the Special Search Team a headache. Perhaps Captain Gao had chosen the wrong partner from the start. In that instant, the cold sweat on Zhou Liang’s back intensified. Meanwhile, Fang Cheng frowned slightly. Just before the vortex appeared, he felt a familiar consciousness forcibly linking with his Memory Palace. It felt like, amidst an endless ocean, his sturdy lighthouse was locked on as a beacon by a navigating ship. Looking at Cheng Jiashu who appeared here, Fang Cheng had some guesses, but more questions emerged in his mind. "So you really are Cheng Jiashu!" Xiao Jie’s voice, full of surprise, broke the deadlock first, his face brimming with excitement, but then realizing the inappropriateness, he quickly corrected: "No, no, it’s task time now, I should refer to you as White Owl... or rather, Smiling Demon." "Mr. Cheng Jiashu, I really love the songs you sing." He asked incessantly, as if star-chasing, eyes shining with the light of a fan meeting his idol. "By the way, how did you end up here? Where’s Captain Gao? Can you contact him?" Zhou Liang softly rebuked him for his impropriety. Cheng Jiashu slowly stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, reaching up to touch his face, only to find emptiness. The emblematic mask used for disguise had long been shattered in the fierce battle with Luo Lie. He gave a helpless wry smile and simply faced everyone with his true face. His gaze paused slightly when sweeping over the mask-wearing Fang Cheng, then turned to the Special Search Team members with uncertain expressions. "You are from the Special Search Team?" Zhou Liang immediately stepped forward and stood at attention, then took a credential from his chest: "I am Zhou Liang, Second Level Officer of the East City Detective Division, also the leader of this Night Owl Task Group." "These people are my team members, Ayang, Ali, Xiao Jie." He spoke while proactively introducing them, shortening the distance. His tone carried a shrewdness, proactively elevating Cheng Jiashu to the position of "Sir." The intention was clear, to draw him into their camp. If this unfathomable White Owl by their side harbored ill intentions, at least there would be one more force to resist. Fang Cheng glanced at the credential in Zhou Liang’s hand. The familiar emblem of a golden shield crossed with a blade caused the corner of his mouth under the mask to twitch slightly. This kid, seems to have a new credential. "Looks like I came at the right time." Cheng Jiashu patted the dust off himself, his voice carrying a hint of post-crisis exhaustion and self-mockery. He glanced at the ground covered with twisted monster remains and then looked at the mask-wearing Fang Cheng, speaking in a relaxed tone: