Chapter 636: Do You Know Where He Is

"Can you fucking shut up for a bit?!"

Chi Jinan didn't turn around; the iron rod had already been crushed into a metal sheet, with someone's finger marks left on it as evidence.

When he turned back, his expression had returned to that unruffled calm, though a faint red glow still lingered in his eyes.

Qi Junyi came back carrying a pot of water, placed a paper cup on the bedside, and then began to reason with Chi Jinan.

"Chi Jinan, listen to me now."

"This is no longer Tianmian City; the Church here is nothing. The person who could clean up your mess like before is gone. The authorities let you in because the Chen Family vouched for you."

He paused, pointed at the warped window, then at the bloodstains on the sheet.

"And these things— even if you can afford them now, if your actions cause too much trouble and endanger the citizens of this world, the people here have ways to deal with you."

"Weapons of this world lose effectiveness against Aberrant Species due to rule interference, but even those modern weapons are feared by the people under the Dome; they can easily take your life."

Chi Jinan sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head slightly as he listened to him finish.

"... What weapons?"

Qi Junyi's expression stiffened; he heard excitement in Chi Jinan's tone and immediately understood what the man was thinking.

"Don't even think about it," he said.

Chi Jinan frowned slightly and asked:

"What am I supposed to do, and what does it have to do with you?"

If previously Qi Junyi had been cleaning up his mess behind him because of a plan and Mu Lingxiao's orders, now Mu Lingxiao is dead and the Church is about to dissolve, so Qi Junyi no longer needs to keep cleaning up his mess.

Qi Junyi fell silent for a long while.

"Little heartless thing."

He still couldn't hold back a curse.

In fact, he knew clearly that Chi Jinan's life had been kept only for the god‑slaying plan; when that plan was interrupted midway by a Ying Guang Lu, and they could only resort to the final contingency, Chi Jinan's life no longer held any value to preserve.

Logically, whether Chi Jinan died on the battlefield against Aberrant Species or during the investigation of those bizarre Ying Guang Lu‑mutated Aberrants, dying anywhere would be irrelevant to him.

But...

Even a manufactured clone can develop feelings over time, let alone Chi Jinan, who is merely a normal human with a flawed mind.

"I'm only going to ask you one question."

Qi Junyi grabbed his hair, and a rare beast‑like ambition and ferocity flashed in his amber eyes.

"Do you want to die casually at the hands of those weapons, or have a good fight with that Ying Guang Lu and then die?"

Of course, the latter.

That Ying Guang Lu's ability to attract hatred had reached a terrifying level; rather than meet his own destruction by a more direct method, Chi Jinan still wanted to annihilate that Ying Guang Lu first.

Such an eyesore should be eradicated from the world completely.

His ink‑black eyes stared at Qi Junyi, "You know where he is."

This wasn't a question.

"The intel Chen Xiaoshuang obtained says that person is in this world, but no one knows exactly where; he hides well, having taken a new identity. Finding him is no different than looking for a needle in the ocean."

"I can have Chen Xiaoshuang help you investigate."

Qi Junyi looked at the red‑haired youth perched on the bedside, "Spend some time and effort, and following the trail will eventually yield clues, but there's one condition—"

He raised a finger, "You must first restore your health; in your current state, looking for him is no different from courting death."

Chi Jinan lowered his head to examine his hand; his fingers were long and knobby, but in the sunlight they revealed a pallid, blood‑less hue.

That was proof of his previous overuse of abilities; in plain terms, he needed to replenish some blood‑Qi.

"... A delaying tactic," Chi Jinan realized what Qi Junyi was scheming.

He merely wanted to keep him here until they could obtain the intel; whether they ever get it is entirely up to Qi Junyi and his side.

"Right, do you agree or not?"

Qi Junyi didn't refute him; he simply crossed his arms and waited for Chi Jinan's response.

"... Fine."

Chi Jinan ultimately agreed.

He knew Qi Junyi was deliberately stalling, but he also understood that Qi Junyi was indeed correct.

He knew nothing about this world—its rules, terrain, personnel distribution, communication methods—all were foreign, making it extremely difficult to find someone in this condition.

He needed time.

He despised needing time, yet he needed it.

Chi Jinan could not accept a bland death, nor could he accept that the Ying Guang Lu that had toyed with him repeatedly would simply fade away unnoticed among the masses.

Even though the thought made him physically uneasy each time, it remained a fact.

They are of the same kind.

That Ying Guang Lu could never truly blend into the crowd; a predator hidden among prey for too long becomes indistinguishable, and one day will inevitably show its fox tail.

Just wait...

Then, amid the sky‑filled artillery and the shattering of Blood Crystals, he will kill the opponent and meet his own end.

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"A Qiu—"

As he reached the doorway, Yang Yixie suddenly sneezed without warning.

"Xiao Xie, did you dress too lightly this morning?"

Zhiruo looked concerned; he left in a hurry this morning, and with so many colds in the hospital, perhaps he caught something?

"No, I'm fine."

Yang Yixie shook his head, indicating he was all right.

It was just a sudden itch in his nose, with an ominous premonition.

Who is badmouthing him behind his back?

Bai Mu Yun actually thought Zhiruo was overthinking; given Yang Yixie's mastery of energy, his physique had already reached a terrifying level—though he hated to admit it, he might not be a match for that brat now.

Otherwise he might have flipped the table long ago and stopped being a worker, becoming his own boss.

After all, there's still a big difference between a front‑line damage dealer and a consciousness‑interference player.

Yang Yixie quickly helped his mother back inside and didn't take this incident to heart.

There are not a few people who have feuded with him, and not a few who want him dead; if one were to count them one by one, it would take a long time and one would still have to check for any omissions.

After returning home, he immediately went into the kitchen, first checking the few remaining bottles of holy water in his backpack, confirming they were fine, then started researching how to add them to his diet.

If it's not enough, he can also contact Hua Jian Lei and use his channels to liaise with the authorities for some procurement.

Anyway, Tianmian City has now merged with reality, so obtaining supplies is not difficult.