Chapter 10

Near the Watertech Group, Alvin leisurely enjoyed his afternoon tea.

Even Watertech Group likely never imagined that the brazen criminal who kidnapped the Invisible Man and sent threatening parcels was right under their noses.

Alvin wasn’t afraid; the method of sending the parcel was highly covert, ensuring Watertech Group could not trace its origin.

Moreover, the Invisible Man was already dead, and the tracking chip had been destroyed cleanly.

Under these circumstances, unless Watertech Group had someone with an ability similar to “prophecy,” they could never find him.

“Heh, unless something unexpected happens, Watertech Group will likely opt for a quiet handling.”

Alvin gazed at Watertech Group’s high-rise, roughly guessing their next move.

The sudden emergence of someone who knew the secret past of the Nation Man meant a high probability of events spiraling beyond their control.

And as Watertech Group’s most vital “asset,” the Nation Man could not under any circumstances be allowed to slip out of their grasp.

So Watertech would first suspect internal personnel involved in the original project, then inevitably impose stricter controls to ensure the Nation Man remained under lock and key.

But the more he was restricted, the more his rebellious instincts would be triggered.

Alvin had already prepared a second “surprise” for Watertech Group and the Nation Man—though now was not the time.

“Sorry, may I sit here?”

At that moment, a voice came—Alvin turned to see a very young girl, golden-haired and blue-eyed, with a high ponytail, dressed casually.

“A girl as beautiful as you wouldn’t be refused by anyone,” Alvin said with charm.

“Thank you.”

The girl blushed slightly and sat down shyly beside him.

The park had very few benches, all others occupied by homeless people, and she had spotted the lone boy sitting on the bench.

He was an uncommonly refined type—his facial features perfectly proportioned, his face like a Greek sculpture, especially those deep brown eyes, brimming with tender emotion.

“Hi, I’m Annie,” the girl secretly studied Alvin, gathering courage to introduce herself.

Annie?

Alvin froze for half a second, re-examining the girl: “You… are Starlight?”

“You… know me?” Starlight was clearly surprised, her eyes brightening with a hint of delight.

At this point, Starlight hadn’t yet joined the Super Seven, but Alvin reacted quickly, fabricating a lie: “Of course—I watched your talent show. It was amazing!”

“Actually, not really. Many others are better than me,” Starlight lowered her head shyly, her gaze secretly drifting toward the handsome boy, her heart pounding wildly.

“Don’t say that—you’re truly outstanding.”

Alvin swiftly switched personas, adopting the demeanor of a fan, gripping the girl’s hand with sincere, fervent eyes: “I believe you will definitely become a member of the Super Seven!”

“R-really?”

With the handsome boy holding her hand, Starlight grew even more flustered, her earlobes flushed pink, her voice barely a whisper: “Th-thank you. You’re the first person to ever say that to me.”

Of course, the above maneuver wasn’t universally applicable; Alvin could only thank his predecessor for leaving him such an exceptionally handsome face.

“Being able to interact so closely with my idol should be my honor.”

Alvin tightly held the girl’s soft hand, gazing at Starlight’s blushing cheeks with eyes that could make a dog seem deeply in love: “Miss Starlight, I think God must have heard my prayer—otherwise, how could I have met you here today? This is truly my lucky day.”

Starlight felt her head spinning; unlike other superhumans who chased chaos, she had been a pure-hearted girl since childhood, eagerly dreaming of love’s sweetness.

Today, the handsome, refined boy she met in the park made her feel love had arrived.

Watching Starlight lost in her “love” fantasy, Alvin’s lips curled slightly upward—he once again thanked his predecessor’s face for the assist.

He wasn’t a sycophant, and he had no interest in Starlight whatsoever.

The reason for feigning affection was simple: Starlight would later join Watertech Group and become part of the Super Seven.

Moreover, her powers weren’t weak—especially her durability, which could withstand Xuanse’s attacks for hours. Building rapport now would do no harm to his future plans.

“No, don’t call me Starlight… you can call me Annie…”

Starlight’s face burned red, like a blooming flower bud; her mind had already begun imagining how many children they might have.

It was utterly insane—her heartbeat had never raced so fast, as if drawn into those tender eyes.

Starlight gazed lovingly at Alvin, slowly closing her eyes.

Does this mean… she wants me to kiss her?

Alvin’s eye twitched—he only wanted to build rapport, not offer himself up.

Fortunately, his phone rang at that moment, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

“Sorry, I need to take this call.”

Alvin glanced at the screen—it was Butcher. He pressed answer.

“We got what you asked for. When do we meet?” Butcher cut straight to the point.

“Good. Send me the address. I’ll be there shortly.”

Alvin nodded calmly, hung up, and turned to Starlight with an apologetic expression: “I’m sorry—I’ve got an unexpected matter to attend to.”

“Th-then… can we meet again?” Starlight bit her lip, her watery eyes filled with quiet hope.

“Of course, Miss Starlight.”

Alvin maintained his tender gaze, writing his number on a slip and handing it to her: “If anything happens, come find me. I’ll be your most loyal listener and fan.”

“G-goodbye, Alvin.”

Starlight carefully tucked away the note, waving lightly: “I’ll call you~”

Only when Alvin vanished from sight did she suddenly realize something, regretting bitterly: “Oh no! I forgot to ask his name!”

“Is this the ‘meaningful’ thing you told me about?”

The black man Ma Wen glared at Butcher, who was devouring pizza: “You said you needed to investigate Compound Five, so I came back—only to spy on some damn Claw Girl?”

“My dear brother, don’t rush.”

Butcher swallowed his last bite of pizza, licked his fingers, and flashed his familiar grin: “According to my intel, the Claw Girl is Trainhead’s lover.”

“So you want to watch them… do it?” Franche didn’t understand why they were tailing the Claw Girl.

Butcher explained plainly: “Simple reason—she has Compound Five at home.”

“Wait, stop arguing!” At that moment, Hugh, through the surveillance monitor, spotted the target leaving: “The Claw Girl’s heading out—probably for a live-streamed workout. We’ve got about an hour.”

“Good. Hugh, stay here and monitor.”

Butcher rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles: “Ma Wen, Franche—come with me.”

The three disguised themselves as maintenance workers and strolled boldly into the apartment. Franche used his small skill—a piece of wire—to pick the lock.

“We only have an hour—hurry up!”

Butcher scanned the layout and barked: “Ma Wen, search the bedroom. Franche, check the bathroom and kitchen. I’ll handle the living room!”

With time running short, the three spoke no idle words and immediately began searching.

“Found it!”

Suddenly, Ma Wen in the bedroom made a discovery.

He emerged holding a vial of deep blue liquid, looking at Butcher: “This… is the ‘Compound Five’ you mentioned, right?”

Butcher glanced at the vial: “That’s definitely it.”

At that exact moment!

Their earpieces suddenly crackled with Hugh’s urgent, panicked shout: “No! Bad! The Claw Girl just came back! Get out now!”

Hearing this, all three turned pale, staring at the chaotic room—there was no time to clean up.

Are you kidding?!

If the Claw Girl caught them, they’d all die here!

“Get out!”

Butcher shouted for the others to flee.

But just as they opened the door, they collided with the Claw Girl at the stairwell.

The two sides stared at each other, frozen for several seconds—the air itself seemed to solidify, thick with eerie tension.