Lord of Enigma

Tang Qi's misty figure was hidden above an abandoned factory building on the other side of the street.

After all, since this area was known as a factory graveyard, there were no street lamps or lighting facilities. Tang Qi didn't need to deliberately conceal himself. If he wanted, he could actually continue to approach the dark building.

However, Tang Qi never took this step. He had a hunch that as long as he crossed the boundary, that deep malice would perceive his existence.

By then, the situation might be unpredictable.

But he didn't leave at once either. Instead, he stayed outside the boundary and stared at the four polluters from afar.

They dragged the body of the "ogre" with hooks and slowly approached the closed door of the pitch-black factory. The black door was sealed, but when the polluters approached, it suddenly rippled.

The four of them walked right through.

And when the corpse approached, the scope of the ripples suddenly expanded and also enclosed it in unimpeded.

Hum!

The polluters and the corpse disappeared, and the rippling door returned to normal.

This scene, although somewhat unexpected, did not surprise Tang Qi much.

An extraordinary organization based in the City of Moses and that was also related to the "power of evil gods". All in all, it would have some strange means, a terrifying base, or a lair.

This dark factory might not be the stronghold of the Harold club, but it should be an important place.

"Maybe it has something to do with that pollution pool."

"Unfortunately, the guards here are extremely strange. Also, that malicious intent is aimed at extraordinary creatures, and the warning range is extremely huge."

"If the Old Castle Bureau comes…"

As soon as this thought emerged, Tang Qi took it back.

Shaking his head, he speculated in silence, ‘From the fact that old Coulson and Jason had taken away two obviously useless things, such as the evolutionary failed evil god seed and the business card, they should have known about the existence of the Harold Club. Perhaps for some reason, they couldn't draw out their manpower for the time being.'

"Maybe it's because the Harold club hasn't violated any extraordinary laws yet?"

"But the spirit tide has just returned. In such a short time frame, did the government have the time to enact extraordinary laws? And will the extraordinary forces really abide by it? Or did they directly apply the rules of the mystical side that still exists?"

All kinds of guesses emerged in his mind.

Although he had dealt with a lot of monsters and successfully destroyed an opposing family, in the extraordinary field, Tang Qi could only be regarded as a rookie.

"Eh?"

Tang Qi, who was sighing, suddenly held his breath. His face immediately showed a look of surprise, and his eyes looked around in all directions.

Centered on that dark factory, from the dark streets in four directions, a similar scene played out.

Polluter!

With a sturdy figure, a bald head, a white mask without any patterns, and a standard black suit. A line of people, in groups of threes or fours, walked in from all directions.

Then, like the previous four, they entered the factory through the ripple gate.

Although it was late at night, Tang Qi still saw the results of these polluters with the help of the dim moonlight.

And without exception, they all brought back some strange corpses.

Moreover, almost all of them were monsters with flesh and blood.

It seemed that evil spirits and ghosts were not in their range of capture.

The scene in front of him made him turn silent.

While unraveling some doubts, even more speculations emerged uncontrollably.

At present, he somewhat understood why the spirit tide had returned fiercely, and all sorts of freaks recovered quickly or were born.

However, the average person in Moses City had a very low level of awareness. Even an official police officer like Stana came into contact with the supernatural only after meeting with Tang Qi.

One of the reasons must be these polluters.

Out of some kind of "conspiracy plan", they cleaned up and captured a large number of freaks in secret, mainly those with flesh and blood.

This obviously had inadvertently helped the residents of Moses City. If they were efficient enough, perhaps the residents could continue to "muddle along".

At the same time, perhaps this was also the reason why the Old Castle Bureau turned a blind eye to the existence of the Harold Club.

Although he had only met old Coulson once, he didn't seem to be a short-sighted person, and he would know that there was a certain degree of danger.

It was impossible for an organization that was tainted with an evil god to kindly help the citizens to clean up the freaks. There must be a huge conspiracy behind it.

He didn't know what the Old Castle Bureau intended to do. Are they trying to kill the donkey as soon as it leaves the mill?1A directly translated idiom that in this case means: once the evil organization gets rid of the difficulties(the monsters) the castle bureau would dispose of them

His speculations stopped here.

It was not that Tang Qi didn't want to know why the Harold Club had the polluters get rid of monsters. Unfortunately, there was too little information to speculate.

The most important thing was that Tang Qi had a clear estimation of himself.

He currently had a lot of aces up his sleeve, but his fighting power has not reached the point where he could go on a rampage.

He couldn't get involved in the affair between the extraordinary organization and the government.

"Remaining undercover and picking up some free fuel, is the most in line with my current identity."

Tang Qi suddenly looked at the nearest location to him, where a group of polluters also appeared.

A team of three, dragging a huge wolf dog with two heads.

Seems to have just been slaughtered and was still very fresh.

The basis for this judgment was that a ferocious and huge resentful spirit was rising from the wolf dog's corpse.

Swoosh!

High up in the sky, a palm wrapped in smoke and covered with faint golden flames suddenly pressed on the head of the resentful spirit.

This action happened in less than three seconds.

But the three polluters below remained unaware.

A cloud of hazy smoke appeared in the air above another abandoned factory. Tang Qi silently felt the deep malicious intent that was still there, but it remained like a calm sea without any movement.

Tang Qi's actions from start to finish were completed outside the dangerous range he sensed.

Tang Qi's heartbeat started to accelerate.

Not of nervousness, but excitement.

If he showed his body at this time, the corners of his mouth would definitely be smiling uncontrollably.

This was because he found a "shortcut".

The Golden Furnace Meditation Method!

This was Tang Qi's only major method nowadays, but the boundless mental power that he possessed was not the result of his hard cultivation.

Most of it was refined after adding fuel.

This was the most effective way to increase the power of the golden furnace. However, in the past, Tang Qi had no choice but to set up traps to find fuel, and later he would kill anyway.

At present, he arranged three traps in total.

The first time was dangerous, and the last two times were smooth.

But the trap's "bait" was the mark of misfortune, which made him a little worried. Was bad luck something that ordinary people could play with?

Although his mark of misfortune was left by the witch of misfortune, this was not a reason to rest assured.

The most important thing was that setting traps to wait for prey was actually full of uncertainty.

If Tang Qi had bad luck at one time and attracted a freak with terrifying combat power, the status of the two might be reversed.

Anyway, it was a hunting activity with a lot of risks.

But this shortcut in front of him was extremely safe.

"This is the benefit of transparency, and it cannot be missed."

Tang Qi muttered in a self-deprecating manner, and his voice was drowned by the night breeze.

• 1A directly translated idiom that in this case means: once the evil organization gets rid of the difficulties(the monsters) the castle bureau would dispose of them