Chapter 612: Powder

The towering man before him, over two meters tall and weighing an estimated two hundred and fifty catties, was named Han Xiao.

He stared at Li Li Banfeng with a smile. "Handsome boy, you really want to buy face cream?" Li Li Banfeng nodded. "Yes, everyone says your face cream controls oil exceptionally well."

"Your face isn't oily at all." Han Xiao reached out to touch Li Li Banfeng's cheek. Li Li Banfeng dodged her hand. "Let's talk price first."

Han Xiao pouted. "Handsome boy, why talk price with me? Just name your number—I'll agree to anything." "So generous?" Li Li Banfeng was pleasantly surprised. "Then let's find a place to discuss it."

"First meeting and you already want to take me out?" Han Xiao sneered. "Where do you plan to take me? Isn't here fine?" Li Li Banfeng glanced around. "This isn't convenient, is it?"

"I've got a sofa—what's inconvenient?" Han Xiao slapped the powder puff in her hand. A puff of fragrant powder burst from the box, filling the room with a hazy gray cloud. Li Li Banfeng, who had been sitting across the table, vanished. Han Xiao covered her mouth and laughed. "Where'd you go? Just now you were asking me out—now you're shy?" She tucked the puff between her palms and slowly opened the door.

His actions were deceptive. The fragrant powder seemed harmless, but if enough settled on a person's skin, it could kill a mid-tier dark-energy cultivator within seconds.

Han Xiao stood at the doorway, squeezing the puff. Dust filled the entire corridor.

Using the dust as a medium, Han Xiao sensed the surroundings—but detected no sign of Li Li Banfeng.

"Handsome boy, you just ran off? That's heartless. You're a traveling cultivator, right? Even Wanderers don't have your agility."

"Are you from a family lineage or from Pulu Province? With such skill, why not settle down somewhere peaceful? Why come bothering me?" With each sentence, Han Xiao exhaled a puff of powder. When the dust grew thickest, no one could be seen in the corridor.

The denser the dust, the bolder Han Xiao became. He walked toward the end of the corridor and faintly heard Li Li Banfeng's voice near the stairwell. As he neared the stairs, a sudden gale swept through, instantly scattering the dust.

The dust density dropped. Han Xiao immediately went on guard, refusing to approach the stairwell further. It was winter—the corridor windows were closed. Where did this wind come from?

"Handsome boy, you just used Yi Xing Xiao Qianshan, didn't you? To summon wind this strong—you've got real talent!"

Han Xiao deduced Li Li Banfeng's technique: Li Li Banfeng had brought the gale he encountered while riding the wind and clouds into the corridor.

It was understandable that a traveling cultivator would use Yi Xing Xiao Qianshan, but Han Xiao hadn't expected such devastating power. The dust drifting from the puff couldn't linger a single second—it was all blown into the corridor's corners.

The wind faded. Yi Xing Xiao Qianshan consumed too much energy; Li Li Banfeng couldn't sustain it long.

But Han Xiao was frightened. He didn't know what other tricks Li Li Banfeng held. He'd intended to test with powder, yet heard two voices speaking near the stairwell. "Go on, fight him!"

"I won't go. You go first."

"His powder's toxic—I shouldn't go."

"You know it's toxic, yet you still send me? What do you think I am?" "You're not afraid of poison—why won't you go?"

Who was he talking to?

When had two people arrived?

Han Xiao was frantic. The opponent appeared too suddenly—he had no intelligence, no preparation.

Li Li Banfeng was equally anxious. He knew little about Han Xiao. He wanted to use his shadow for a test—but the shadow refused to emerge.

Since visiting Hulucun, the shadow had grown increasingly opinionated.

After much deliberation, they reached an agreement. The shadow finally emerged, standing before Han Xiao, speaking slowly: "Stop using powder. You've burned me black." Burned black?

What is this thing?

It looked just like the man from before—but it was truly black.

"Little Black Brother, I didn't burn you. Your skin needs care—you need a whitening treatment." Han Xiao angled the powder box's mirror toward the windowlight and shot a beam of light at the shadow.

The shadow, used to blades and axes, even explosions in Hulucun, paid no mind to the beam. It charged straight at Han Xiao's face. The mirror's reflected light pierced its chest—and the shadow nearly collapsed.

A hole had been burned through the shadow's chest—visible from one side to the other.

The light swept across the ribs; the shadow's upper body nearly severed.

The mirror's reflected beam could harm a person—but it had inflicted far worse damage on the shadow. The shadow's upper half swayed, its lower half bolted away, screaming at Li Li Banfeng: "Get out now—I can't hold it!" Li Li Banfeng burst through the wall, grabbed Han Xiao from behind, and prepared to drag her into his Personal Dwelling.

Strange—he'd looked like he weighed two hundred and fifty catties, yet now in his grip, he felt like only twenty or thirty. How could someone with this build weigh so little?

Was it an illusion? Lin!

Han Xiao flicked her hair—dust flew toward Li Li Banfeng's face.

Li Li Banfeng dodged the dust. Han Xiao clutched a powder ball and slammed it directly into Li Li Banfeng's body.

The impact was brutal. Li Li Banfeng was flung backward with the powder ball, crashing through the office wall and flying down to the floor below. Han Xiao's fingertip trembled—the powder ball exploded. Deadly fragrant dust coated Li Li Banfeng entirely.

Li Li Banfeng forcibly endured the blow with Zhai Xin Ren Hou. Han Xiao moved to press the attack—when the shadow rushed in, activating Ta Po Wan Xiao Chuan. Ding!

One kick. A muffled boom. Han Xiao exploded. Already?

Was Han Xiao this fragile?

Li Li Banfeng soared to the third floor, slipping through the hole he'd made in the wall. The shadow waved at him, signaling him to leave the corridor—the dust was too thick.

Li Li Banfeng quickly vanished into the wall. The corridor was left with only the shadow. Han Xiao was gone—no remains remained. Hadn't he died?

Where had he fled? The shadow stood guard in the corridor.

Li Li Banfeng used Chang Xing Changxing Changxing Wuai to move through offices across departments—Finance, R&D, HR, Logistics—all were busy. The corridor had been shattered, the building breached—and no one cared.

These people clearly weren't human. Li Li Banfeng realized—they were puppets, with significant differences in intelligence. The differences were evident in how each department reacted to him.

In Finance, whether accountant or cashier, they completely ignored Li Li Banfeng—even after removing his ability to be overlooked, no one spoke to him. In HR, a group scrutinized him, talking nonstop:

"Which department are you from?"

"Why isn't your check-in record here?" "Did you get your leave signed?"

Logistics staff were noticeably warmer. Someone invited him to sit. Someone poured him water. "Please wait a moment—our Director Han will be here shortly."

Were these illusions or people? Where was Sales?

Li Li Banfeng used Bai Wei Baiwei Linglong to sniff the air—he detected a faint fragrance of powder. The scent was unique, identical to Han Xiao's. Where was it coming from? The woman who poured him water?

She did carry a powder scent—but not a strong one.

Li Li Banfeng turned toward the manager's private office in Logistics. The powder scent there was overwhelming.

He burst into the office—and there, tall and massive, Han Xiao sat behind the desk, facing away from the window, holding the powder box. She stood up. "Handsome boy, you found me hiding here!"

Han Xiao shifted the powder box. The mirror's reflected light beam swiftly approached Li Li Banfeng. He dodged. Tang Dao flew up—and sliced off Han Xiao's head. Bang!

Han Xiao exploded again.

Dust flew—but no remains remained.

Li Li Banfeng fled the office to escape the dust.

Other Logistics staff saw the manager's office explode. They were stunned. Such things rarely happened—they didn't know how to respond.

An elderly employee realized the severity and shouted: "Quickly clean up the dust—it's disgraceful like this!" Li Li Banfeng moved through the building. Soon after, he encountered Han Xiao again—in the restroom.

"Handsome boy, can't you stop following me?" Han Xiao rolled a powder ball. "You can't hurt me—but when I hit you, you might not survive!" Dust filled the building. Chen Chen Zhangrui checked the time and ordered: "Prepare for combat."

This was Li Li Banfeng's tactical arrangement: if combat lasted over five minutes in the building, regardless of outcome, the next phase would immediately commence.

Hua Jia guarded all exits. Tang Yuan ordered everyone to their positions. No reconnaissance or combat personnel could enter the site—because the first wave of this operation was drones.

Sixty reconnaissance drones were deployed by the Reconnaissance Division.

Factory workers heard the drones and rushed out of workshops and warehouses. They weren't fleeing—they were coming to fight.

Chen Chen Zhangrui observed their movements closely and deduced: "They're puppets."

He was correct. Like most in the office, these weren't humans or machines—they were puppets constructed by magical arts.

They had fixed combat protocols. Upon seeing the drones, the ground puppets exploded, releasing thick clouds of fragrant powder. This was their only response—no matter the threat, they could only self-destruct.

Amid the explosions, Li Li Banfeng was blasted out of the office building—again by Han Xiao.

This battle frustrated Li Li Banfeng. He'd destroyed Han Xiao dozens of times—yet Han Xiao always revived on the spot, only slightly weakened, with negligible impact.

Floating midair, Li Li Banfeng clearly saw what happened in the workshop. The self-destructing puppets seemed foolish—but Li Li Banfeng felt relieved.

If the first to rush in had been Public Security officers or Reconnaissance Division members, the outcome would've been different. No matter how many entered, they'd perish in the dust. Drones weren't affected by dust—they launched their first strike against the raw material warehouse.

Incendiary bombs fell. Flames erupted. All raw materials not yet processed were destroyed.

The drones quickly entered Phase Two: targeting cosmetics still in production.

The workshop ignited under the bombs. Puppets kept exploding. Dust grew thicker. Visibility in the factory plummeted. Drone video feeds were severely degraded.

But this didn't stop the drones from continuing their mission. Phase Three target: finished goods warehouse.

The factory layout was unusual. Finished goods warehouse, raw material warehouse, and production workshop were in separate courtyards, far apart. The drones arrived above the finished goods warehouse, preparing to drop bombs—when a group burst out of the warehouse, running wildly across the courtyard.

Since the finished goods warehouse was distant from the main plant, drone video clarity remained acceptable. The figures were half male, half female, dressed in uniform outfits bearing clear corporate logos—likely sales staff.

Why were sales staff working inside a warehouse?

These sales staff reacted completely differently from the puppets. They had no intention to fight—they only wanted to flee, desperately, recklessly. But the warehouse walls were high, all exits sealed—they could only run in circles.

Were they human—or puppets?

No one dared give a conclusion. If they were human, Public Security officers must be sent in immediately to guide evacuation. But if they were puppets in disguise, sending officers in meant certain death.

Should the finished goods warehouse be attacked? The drones waited for orders. Chen Chen Zhangrui hesitated, still observing.

Hua Jia warned: "Director Chen, time is running out. Dust from the workshop is drifting toward the warehouse." The dust was deadly—once it entered, all sales staff would die.

But only if they were truly human—not a trap luring Public Security officers.

Newly appointed Public Security Captain Ji Ji Shoulin suggested: "Notify Li Ju to evacuate immediately. Once he's clear, destroy the warehouse, then seal it."

"Seal it" meant activating the airtight protective shield—the best method to contain dust. But the shield was extremely fragile; any internal impact could rupture it. All threats in the factory must be eliminated before sealing.

Tang Yuan looked at Ji Ji Shoulin. "Are you abandoning those sales staff?"

Ji Ji Shoulin's expression was cold. "I believe they're almost certainly not human. Like elsewhere, they're products of dark energy."

Tang Yuan disagreed. "They're almost certainly human. Sales is an external-facing department. If they used puppets, they couldn't communicate normally with the outside world. They must hire real people to handle sales."

"That's why they work in the warehouse—they don't want sales staff interacting too much with other puppets." Ji Ji Shoulin shook his head. "You can't risk Public Security based on one person's guess."

In truth, he knew Tang Yuan's guess was likely correct—these sales staff were probably human.

But Ji Ji Shoulin's approach was safest: it prevented casualties among Dark Star Bureau members and eliminated dust spread risk. Tang Yuan shouted: "I'll evacuate them myself. I'll go alone."

Ji Ji Shoulin frowned. "This isn't about who goes—it's not the time for heroics!" Tang Yuan bit his lip, silent.

Chen Chen Zhangrui still hesitated—when a figure suddenly appeared on the drone feed. The figure smashed open the warehouse's iron gate, evacuating sales staff.

"It's Zhong Er!" Tang Yuan recognized the figure.

Zhong Er entered the warehouse courtyard alone, shouting: "Don't panic! There's an exit! Leave the factory immediately—don't go anywhere else!" Sales staff crowded the exit. Zhong Er used his combatant advantage to maintain order and accelerate evacuation.

Boom!

The office building erupted with a thunderous crash; fragrant dust burst from the windows, mixing with the dust above the workshop and spreading throughout the entire factory compound. Han Han Xiaoxuan rolled a massive dust ball and smashed through the floor between the second and third stories.

Hua Jia warned Chen Chen Zhangrui: "There's a risk of the dust spreading further."

Hua Jia was one of the best Spy Cultivators in the Dark Star Bureau, second only to Chen Chen Zhangrui; his assessment of the trend was correct—if these toxic dust particles spiraled out of control, they would devastate several surrounding streets.

Ji Ji Shoulin shouted into the radio: "Zhong Er, get out of there immediately!"

Chen Chen Zhangrui ordered: destroy the finished goods warehouse in one minute, extinguish the fire in two minutes, and seal the dome in three. Zhong Er received the order but was still making final efforts to evacuate the sales staff.

Only one person remained, moving sluggishly; Zhong Er picked him up and ran toward the exit. A puff of fragrant dust entered his nose—Zhong Er understood why the man moved so slowly.

He was poisoned. Zhong Er himself was showing signs of poisoning.

His legs grew weaker, his vision dimmed; Zhong Er staggered toward the exit. BOOM! A drone dropped a firebomb on the warehouse.

The heat wave struck Zhong Er, jolting him awake just before he would have passed out. Run! He could still make it out!

Zhong Er gritted his teeth, summoning every ounce of strength, and burst out of the factory.

Tang Yuan immediately dispatched medics to catch Zhong Er and the last salesperson. Ji Ji Shoulin ordered the Burners to take position and prepare to extinguish the fire.

Aren't Burners supposed to start fires? Why are they now putting them out?

In environments where drones function normally, firebombs are the primary incendiary tool; the Burners' main duty is to control the fire using their techniques and complete extinguishment within the designated time.

Two minutes passed—the firebomb's cleansing duration was sufficient. The Burners began extinguishing. Chen Chen Zhangrui contacted Li Li Banfeng: "Li Ju, we're ready to seal the dome."

"Seal it!" Li Li Banfeng replied into the radio on his sleeve. Tang Yuan exclaimed: "Won't Li Ju come out?"

Chen Chen Zhangrui's expression turned grim. Zhong Er had inhaled only a tiny puff of dust—and was already unconscious. How long could Li Li Banfeng hold out?

Li Li Banfeng was barely holding on. The Thousand Mountains Technique had exceeded its limit—he could no longer activate it. He relied solely on his Dweller's physical resilience to fight the toxic dust.

The critical problem now: the entire office building reeked of fragrant dust. Li Li Banfeng's Hundred Flavors Luminous Technique could no longer locate Han Han Xiaoxuan's position. Outside the factory, the fire had been extinguished. A drone over two meters in diameter hovered above, its rotors spinning.

Chen Chen Zhangrui asked again: "Li Ju, we've prepared the isolation dome. When should we activate it?"

"Activate it now!" Li Li Banfeng ordered. "If we wait any longer, the dust will spread beyond the factory." But Li Li Banfeng couldn't leave yet—so long as Han Han Xiaoxuan lived, he could easily destroy the protective dome from within. The drone opened its cargo bay, and a glob of yellow-green gel poured downward.

The gel expanded midair, swelling from a one-meter ball into a disc over two hundred meters wide.

The center of the disc was suspended by the drone; its edges sagged, extending downward until they touched the ground, forming a giant bowl that sealed the entire factory beneath it.

This was the dome. From afar, it looked like a massive yellow-green soap bubble. Li Li Banfeng wondered: why was it always yellow-green?

The color was thick—inside and outside the dome, neither side could see the other.

The glove crawled out of its pocket, sniffed the air: "Master, don't you smell a fishy odor?"

"Yes," Li Li Banfeng nodded. "That smell… it's familiar."

"Master, this must be a Phlegm Cultivator's technique."

"Impossible…" Li Li Banfeng's face turned pale. "No mistake—it's phlegm stench!"

The glove was right. The two-meter drone was a modified artifact of a Phlegm Cultivator; the yellow-green gel was a lump of thick phlegm.

Compressed and stretched, the phlegm first became a phlegm pancake, then expanded into a colossal bubble, sealing both the dust and the factory beneath it. Because phlegm was extremely sticky, the dust could not escape—and was heavily absorbed by the gel.

The radio crackled again: "Li Ju, we're ready to inject grout."

Li Li Banfeng shuddered: "What do you mean, 'inject grout'?"

Chen Chen Zhangrui chose his words carefully: "It means pouring gel from the top of the dome to fully absorb all the dust."

Li Li Banfeng imagined the scene. He asked Chen Chen Zhangrui: "Are both this grout and the dome techniques of the Phlegm Cultivator?"

Chen Chen Zhangrui paused, then replied: "Li Ju, your signal here is poor—I didn't hear you clearly!"

"Pretty boy, I'm not in the mood to play with you now—look closely, this is a big glob of phlegm, and we're going to drown here!" Han Xiao adjusted the angle of her powder case, reflecting light toward Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng shouted: "Don't inject yet—wait for my order!"

"Yes!" Chen Chen Zhangrui exhaled. As long as the dome remained intact, the dust couldn't escape. Everything else depended on Li Ju's command. Li Li Banfeng continued searching for Han Han Xiaoxuan. He reached the warehouse area and suddenly saw a burly man appear on the office building's rooftop, holding a dust box, trying to use a mirror's reflection to pierce a hole in the dome.

The glove sighed: "No major damage, Boss— that powder case is his lifeline; I left a mark on it! He won't escape this time!" Li Li Banfeng had already realized the powder case was an external device; remove it, and he could finish off this unkillable Han Xiao Xiao Xuan.

"Little handsome, I'm not in the mood to play with you. Look closely—this is a massive lump of phlegm. We're going to drown here!" Han Han Xiaoxuan adjusted the dust box, reflecting light toward Li Li Banfeng.

Li Li Banfeng dodged easily—but the glove couldn't avoid it. A hole burned through.

Li Li Banfeng used Tread Through Ten Thousand Rivers to kick up a cloud of dust, obscuring the mirror's reflection and saving the glove. Fortunately, the dome's light was dim, and the hole was small—only the size of a coin. "How careless!" Li Li Banfeng checked the glove. Han Han Xiaoxuan vanished again.

The glove gasped: "No big deal, Master. That dust box is his lifeline—I left a mark on it. He won't escape this time!"

Li Li Banfeng had already realized the dust box was an external device. Remove it, and he could finally deal with this unkillable Han Han Xiaoxuan.

The glove sensed for a moment, then pointed downward: "He's on the third floor."

Li Li Banfeng broke through the floor and chased Han Han Xiaoxuan to the third floor, knocking him down.

Han Han Xiaoxuan rose, trying to flee—then noticed a ring of light around his feet. "What's this? Did you bring a Dark Star Bureau boundary switch? Was there a boundary here before?"

The Dark Star Bureau had boundary switches?

The Dark Star Bureau had many other wonders.

Li Li Banfeng smiled: "Yes, this is the boundary. See how far you can run now!"

"Little handsome, if you miss me, just say so. What's the point of trapping me? You can trap my body, but not my heart!" Pfft—Han Han Xiaoxuan dissolved into dust.

Li Li Banfeng wasn't worried. Even as dust, Han Han Xiaoxuan couldn't escape the boundary. Before a Dweller's boundary, even dust turned to ash. But to Li Li Banfeng's surprise, Han Han Xiaoxuan reappeared at the end of the corridor.

At least they'd dealt with Han Xiao Xiao Xuan; Li Li Banfeng prepared to clean up the remaining puppets, then have Chen Chen Zhangrui inject them—this battle would be over. He was about to head downstairs for the puppets when he suddenly sensed danger behind him.

Li Li Banfeng was stunned—but saw Han Han Xiaoxuan hesitate at the corridor's end, not fleeing.

Han Han Xiaoxuan wanted to escape, not because he feared Li Li Banfeng, but because he didn't want to fight him. He wasn't afraid of combat.

"Little handsome, give me back the dust box. We can talk about anything else—but don't joke with me!" He rolled a dust ball and charged at Li Li Banfeng.

The glove laughed: "The monk may run, but the temple stays. Master, his dust box can't leave your boundary—I found it." Li Li Banfeng handed the dust box to Han Han Xiaoxuan: "Come and take it!"

Han Han Xiaoxuan gritted his teeth and charged into the boundary. The instant he crossed it, his body shattered into a pile of ash. Was he this weak without his external device?

At least Han Han Xiaoxuan was dealt with. Li Li Banfeng prepared to eliminate the remaining puppets, then let Chen Chen Zhangrui inject the grout—this battle would be over. He turned to descend and search for the puppets—then sensed danger behind him.

He turned. Han Han Xiaoxuan charged again from behind: "I'll say it once more—give me back the dust box, or I'll make you wish you were dead!" He'd just turned to ash—yet the ashes still lay on the ground. He wasn't dead?

"Give me back the dust box!" Han Han Xiaoxuan hurled a dust ball and lunged for the box. Li Li Banfeng laughed: "Why should I give it to you?"

As he spoke, Li Li Banfeng vanished. He locked onto Han Han Xiaoxuan and detonated him with Walk Through a Thousand Flowers. The exploded Han Han Xiaoxuan, like before, scattered into dust—no surprise, he'd revive instantly.

The glove suggested: "Master, let's put some distance between us. I suspect as long as the dust box stays near him, he'll resurrect on the spot." Li Li Banfeng flew out the window with the dust box, landing on the first floor.

Han Han Xiaoxuan rose from the marble floor, chasing Li Li Banfeng relentlessly: "Little handsome, you've broken my heart. All my sincerity—wasted!"

Li Li Banfeng was surprised. He hadn't expected Han Han Xiaoxuan to keep up.

More importantly, Han Han Xiaoxuan's behavior was abnormal. According to past experience, once an Inner State person was separated from their external device, they quickly lost mobility. Han Han Xiaoxuan showed no such effect.

Li Li Banfeng kept running with the dust box, reaching the wreckage of the workshop. Han Han Xiaoxuan emerged from broken machinery, hurling a dust ball: "I told you—don't return the dust box, and I'll make you suffer!"

Li Li Banfeng didn't move his lower body—only twisted his upper half, dodging the dust ball. To be fair, the dance moves he'd learned from Du Du Wenming's textbook were surprisingly effective. But Li Li Banfeng noticed something else: Han Han Xiaoxuan's strength had weakened considerably.

What had caused this weakening?

Li Li Banfeng scanned the area. Only dust filled the air, clinging to the dome's inner walls.

Han Han Xiaoxuan, dust ball in hand, rushed again for the box. Li Li Banfeng fled with it, reaching the electrical room—where Han Han Xiaoxuan emerged from the circuit cabinet.

Li Li Banfeng flew to the dome's edge. Han Han Xiaoxuan watched from afar, not approaching.

He seemed afraid of the dome.

Yet he could still move freely—meaning the dust box wasn't far enough away.

Li Li Banfeng flew directly from the dome's edge to the office building. Han Han Xiaoxuan instantly appeared inside.

Li Li Banfeng formed a bold hypothesis: Could Han Han Xiaoxuan teleport through dust?

If so, running was pointless.

He needed to send the dust box somewhere Han Han Xiaoxuan couldn't reach.

Li Li Banfeng used Unimpeded Passage to slip into Han Han Xiaoxuan's office, opened the door of his Portable Dwelling, and tossed the dust box inside.

The moment he closed the Portable Dwelling's door, a muffled thud echoed outside the office.

Vast amounts of powder swirled around Han Xiao Xiao Xuan; many white particles settled on her body, blurring her colors, blurring her contours, gradually merging with her.

Li Li Banfeng opened the office door. Han Han Xiaoxuan lay motionless on the floor.

He finally showed the proper state of an Inner State person deprived of his external device.

Li Li Banfeng lifted him up. His body felt heavier—now at least two hundred jin.

What caused this?

Li Li Banfeng didn't rush to return Han Han Xiaoxuan to the Portable Dwelling. He dropped him on the floor and observed.

Vast amounts of dust swirled around Han Han Xiaoxuan. White dust settled on his body, blurring his color, his contours, gradually merging with him.

Visibility improved. All airborne dust had been absorbed into Han Han Xiaoxuan's body.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions erupted in nearby offices—all the puppets Han Han Xiaoxuan had created throughout the building detonated.

The expelled dust flowed like rivers, converging toward Han Han Xiaoxuan.

【192】 Li Li Banfeng finally understood Han Han Xiaoxuan's true nature.

【193】 No wonder he feared the dome.

【194】 No wonder he couldn't be shaken off.

【195】 Because the entire factory was him.

【196】 He didn't move through dust—he was dust.

【197】 Everyone in this factory, except the sales staff, had been created by Han Han Xiaoxuan—from his own body.