Chapter 269: There's Really No Difference
A massive pressure enveloped the entire alley.
Medium-risk Tenth Stage peak!
Just one step away from High-risk!
The Awakened individual who was about to deliver the killing blow froze mid-action.
He felt like a tiny boat in a violent storm, ready to be crushed at any moment.
He looked toward the source of the pressure with disbelief.
At the alley entrance.
A figure shrouded entirely in black shadow had appeared at some unknown time.
"You..."
The Awakened's voice was hoarse, and he dared not take another half-step forward. He had no doubt that if he made any further suspicious move, he would become a corpse in the next second.
Medium-risk Tenth Stage peak was simply not something his level could contend with.
Su Zhan didn't even glance at him.
His figure moved, appearing beside the Aberrant who had already been paralyzed with fear by the pressure. He grabbed the Aberrant by the collar, lifting him like a chick, then turned and melted into the darkness behind him, vanishing without a trace.
The oppressive feeling completely disappeared.
Only then did the leg-technique Awakened gasp for air, looking at the empty dead-end alley with lingering fear, both shocked and furious, yet not even daring to think about pursuit.
He quickly shouted into his communicator, "Backup! Quick! The target... the target was rescued by a mysterious Aberrant! Extremely powerful, at least Medium-risk peak!"
Meanwhile.
Su Zhan had already carried this Aberrant through several leaps and bounds in the complex network of alleys, completely distancing himself from that area.
He found it rather curious. The dead Purge Division member the other side mentioned was likely killed by him, and the body had already been given to Lin Wei as payment.
What a coincidence of fate;
this Aberrant was also bearing the brunt of their anger.
Heh heh heh... somewhat interesting.
In the blink of an eye, he had left the urban area of Lincheng and arrived at a desolate suburban scrapyard.
The place was piled high with rusted metal.
Su Zhan casually threw the limp Aberrant in his hand onto the ground.
"Ugh..."
The Aberrant groggily opened his eyes, first feeling the relief of having survived a catastrophe.
The Purge Division pursuer was gone.
But then, he saw the black-clothed figure standing before him and the desolate surroundings, and his heart instantly sank again.
"Tha... thank you, senior, for saving my life..."
The Aberrant struggled to get up and express his gratitude.
Before he could finish speaking.
Su Zhan moved.
"Crack! Crack!"
Two crisp sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
"Ahhh—!!!"
Su Zhan, with lightning speed, cleanly dislocated both of the Aberrant's arms. They hung down limply. The intense pain made him instantly curl into a ball, cold sweat pouring down.
"Se... senior! Why?! I... I haven't offended you!"
His face twisted in pain, looking at Su Zhan with terror and confusion, not understanding the reason for this sudden torture.
Out of the wolf's den, into the tiger's lair, and this tiger's lair was even more terrifying.
Su Zhan looked down at him from above. "The method the Transcendence Society uses to summon Mist events. Speak."
The Aberrant was stunned, then cried out even more fearfully, "Su... summon the Mist? Senior! I... I don't know! I really don't know! I'm not from the Transcendence Society! That bastard from the Purge Division wronged me!
I'm just a small-time nobody trying to hide and survive;
how would I have the qualifications to know such a core secret!"
"Won't talk?"
Su Zhan's tone held not a trace of fluctuation. He raised his foot and precisely stepped on the joint of one of the other's dislocated arms, slowly applying pressure.
"Ahhhh—! It hurts! Stop! Senior, spare me! Have mercy!"
The Aberrant let out a pig-slaughtering howl, his body trembling violently. "I really don't know! I swear! If I knew, may I be struck by lightning! How could I possibly know about the affairs of big shots like the Transcendence Society! Please, believe me!"
Su Zhan didn't lessen the force under his foot. "The method, or, death."
"I don't know! I really don't know! What do you want me to say?!"
The Aberrant was crying and sniveling, almost fainting. "Senior... sir! You've got the wrong person! I'm just trash, I don't understand anything... please let me go, I'll serve you like an ox or a horse to repay you..."
He begged desperately, his words incoherent.
Su Zhan coldly observed his reactions.
Still pretending in front of him?