Chapter 169: Never Seen Wind, Never Seen Rain!

Su Ming shifted his gaze to Magu.

"Have them hand over everything they have on them."

"Huh?"

Magu was startled, her beautiful face full of incomprehension.

What… what kind of operation is this?

Robbing one's own people?

But she didn't dare to ask, not even to think a second longer.

New King's thoughts are like a deep sea…

Could someone like her, a mere little Karami, possibly fathom that?

The next moment, she gave new orders to those agents whose expressions remained blank.

Then…

A group of the Dragon Nation's most elite agents, stiff in movement, yet swiftly began to strip off their clothes.

From pockets, from boots, from close‑fitting hidden pouches…

One after another, items flashing various colors were pulled out.

White Light, Green Light…

There were even a few blue‑quality items.

Su Ming accepted them with a grin, sweeping them all into the Dimensional‑Reduction Warehouse.

Finally, even the costly custom combat suits on their bodies were completely stripped off.

Only a thin vest and a large pair of underpants remained.

"Even a mosquito is still meat."

Su Ming felt no ripple in his heart.

First, pack with Wood Cow.

Then toss the Wood Cow into the Dimensional‑Reduction Warehouse.

In one breath, the nesting doll was completed!

"All right."

After Su Ming finished all this, his smile grew wider, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Geese passing are plucked; people passing are scraped for oil.

This is truly Su's style.

"Let's go."

Su Ming gave the command.

"Huh?"

Magu looked up blankly.

"Take your eating gear and come with me."

"Yes… yes!"

Magu instantly understood, as if granted a great pardon.

It should be stable now!

I'm fine now!

She glanced at the old Automatic Mahjong Table, and her jade hand made a move in mid‑air.

Then, the entire Mahjong Altar, in a swirl of radiance, transformed into a single Jade Mahjong, entirely emerald‑green and engraved with the character "Fa".

The Birth Altar can now be carried on one's person!

The method, unfathomable to gods and ghosts, caused the three onlookers—Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, and Jiang Wan, all Top‑level Strategists—to flash a strange hue in their eyes once more.

The strangeness of this world far exceeds imagination.

"Let's go!"

The party moved on, grand and unrestrained.

They walked straight out of the apartment building that had devoured countless cries of despair and wails.

……

Chengnan Xiaoqu, outside the security line.

The night wind was bleak.

Chen Beixuan had a cigarette between his lips, the flickering ember lighting his sharply contoured, scorched face.

The Po Jun squad behind him was even quieter than a crow, the atmosphere oppressive.

Brothers…

Can we come back?!

Time passed second by second.

Just as Chen Beixuan extinguished his third cigarette, at the instant his patience was about to run out.

A slender figure finally stepped out, piece by piece, from that dark isolated island representing death and the unknown.

"Boss! He's out!"

A squad member, suppressing excitement, let out a low howl.

Chen Beixuan remained still, his blood‑veined eyes locked onto that figure.

Immediately, his pupils constricted sharply!

He saw it!

Behind that figure, one, two, three…

One familiar silhouette after another, stepping with a stiff gait, like wandering souls, silently followed.

Twenty‑seven!

"They're back…"

"They… all came back!"

In the Breaking Army squad, a choking sob rose.

Chen Beixuan's fingers, clutching a cigarette, trembled violently, his eyes blood‑red.

He lunged forward a step.

Su Ming likewise saw the newcomer and lifted his chin casually.

Magu beside him instantly understood, extended her slender jade‑like finger, and gave a light flick in the air.

Bang—!

A crisp finger‑snap.

The twenty‑seven agents, like walking corpses, jolted violently!

In their hollow gazes, a spark instantly reignited!

One by one they gasped heavily, their faces full of bewilderment and terror.

"Lao Zhang!"

"Monkey!"

The teammates behind Chen Beixuan could no longer hold back; they roared, rushed forward, and tightly embraced and helped up their brothers.

"Boss… we…"

One of the first agents to regain consciousness spoke hoarsely.

"Just being back is enough!"

Chen Beixuan stepped forward, his large hand slapping his shoulder heavily, his voice equally hoarse.

"As long as they all fucking came back alive, that's fine!"

But the next second—

The joy of reunion was replaced by awkwardness.

The teammates stared at the Pure One Suit tight vests and big underpants on their brothers, each expression more vivid than the last.

Where's the gear?

Where's the weapons?

Even the fucking combat boots were taken off?!

Everyone's gaze, unspokenly, converged on the original culprit—

Su Ming!

Su Ming slipped both hands into his pockets and tilted his head 45 degrees upward to stare at the starry sky.

"None of my business!"

Chen Beixuan's mouth twitched hard, but he said nothing more.

Compared with these bastards' lives, a few pieces of gear amount to nothing!

Moreover…

According to the top‑bureau file's top‑secret report on Jing…

This guy has never been one to take a loss!

"I, Chen Beixuan, owe you a favor."

He walked up to Su Ming and spoke solemnly.

Su Ming shrugged.

"We'll meet again if fate allows!"

"Take your brothers and have something good to replenish yourselves."

"Want to join?"

Chen Beixuan watched Su Ming's back and extended the invitation.

Su Ming paused, then finally waved his hand.

"Next time!"

Under the group's complex and reverent stare, the party slipped into the jet‑black Ying Long and vanished silently around the corner.

Night Color Bar deepened.

The black Ying Long raced down the empty street.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Su Ming still drove with one hand, and the passenger seat was still occupied by Pang Tong.

The newly subdued Magu sat upright in the back seat, deliberately slowing even her breathing.

Afraid of startling the several deities inside the car!

The car drove on for an unknown length of time.

Tick—!

A single gray raindrop struck the windshield, smearing a small patch of water.

Then, tick, tick…

The pattering rain instantly merged into one sound.

The gray rain curtain once again enveloped the whole city.

It was past midnight.

A new day began.

"Hmm?"

In the co‑pilot seat, Pang Tong, who had been eagerly watching the neon scenery outside, suddenly let out a soft "eh".

Those Phoenix Eyes that can pierce Karma locked onto the endless gray rain curtain outside.

Their expression on their face went from initial curiosity, to astonishment, then to bewilderment…

Finally, it turned into solemnity!

Su Ming immediately sensed their abnormality.

"What's wrong?"

"Rain…"

"It's rain…"

Pang Tong murmured softly.

It sounded as if they were answering, yet also questioning themselves.

Su Ming felt a stir in his heart.

"Doesn't it rain inside the Wuhou Shrine?"

With those words spoken,

it wasn't only Pang Tong.

Fa Zheng and Jiang Wan in the rear seats also felt their bodies shudder.

"Returning, my lord…"

After a while, Jiang Wan, who was the most composed, spoke first, their voice hoarse.

"We do not know since when, in the form of soul and spirit, we have reconvened our consciousness."

"Nor do we know how many years have flowed in that tiny space."

"The sun and moon revolve, the stars are born and die, and we can still perceive them."

"Except…"

They paused, their eyes filled with an inescapable bewilderment.

"Never have we seen wind, nor have we ever seen rain."

Fa Zheng's dark, fierce eyes also gazed at the cold rain curtain outside, his voice low.

"Our existence is more like a solidified memory, an obsession that refuses to dissipate, imprisoned within a barren, desolate realm drawn as a prison."

"Within that shrine, a separate realm forms, isolating most of this world's… reality!"

"This rain…"

Pang Tong abruptly turned his head, their blazing Phoenix Eyes fixed on Su Ming, their tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"Lord, could you… open the window?"

Su Ming said nothing, merely pressed the car window button.

The cold, damp night wind, wrapped with icy gray raindrops, swept in instantly.

Pang Tong extended the hand formed of their soul body, slowly reaching out the window.

"Hm?!"

The moment their hand touched the raindrops,

they could clearly feel their own soul energy being repelled and blocked by an invisible force!

Yet, they did not withdraw their hand.

Instead, they silently closed their eyes.

They were using their own spirit to touch, to perceive.

Inside the car, deathly silence fell.

Su Ming eased the speed, letting the vehicle glide silently through the rain curtain.

He didn't know how long had passed.

Pang Tong's tightly closed Phoenix Eyes suddenly opened.

Within them, what surged was no longer wisdom and calculation!

Only terror and horror remained!

"Lord!"

Their voice trembled.

"This…"

"It's not rain!"