Kevin, a seasoned white male, runs a small shipping company and has been doing quite well. This case is about a murder. "His name is Li Austin—he's a major crime boss in the Bronx. Six years ago, he approached me and offered to provide security services for my company, charging me two million federal credits annually. "In reality, the 'security services' were just extortion. They wouldn't genuinely protect me—they merely used the guise of security to justify their own demands. At the time, my business was in a critical phase and needed funds, so I declined. "As a result, Li Austin began threatening our family. He threatened to kill my wife and sell my daughter to the Bronx as a lowly prostitute, to serve the Black men. I have connections in New York County and wasn't afraid of the crime family's pressure, so I hired a team of bodyguards to provide 24-hour protection for my family, while also filing a police report. But the bad things still happened... As he said this, Kevin, the older white man, lifted his coffee and took a sip. The bitter liquid lingered on his tongue, just as the bitter memories of the past surged within him: "On the third day after the police were called, my daughter was abducted on her way home from school, and my bodyguard was shot dead. A group of assailants broke into our home, raped my wife, and killed her right there in the house. The police took over the case, yet made no progress—they claimed there was no evidence linking Li Austin to my wife’s death or the abduction of my daughter. They said Li Austin had no fixed address, was cold-hearted and ruthless, a particularly dangerous criminal, and advised me to simply wait at home for updates. It was clear that these office-bound recipients of taxpayer funds were not truly committed to the matter. Not long after, I received a letter from Austin, stating that if I wanted my daughter to live, I would have to pay an annual security fee of two million federal credits, as previously agreed. I had no choice but to comply. Austin sends me a video of his daughter every year, not only to confirm that she's still alive, but also to remind me that if I don't pay up, she'll surely die. Over the years, I've been too afraid to marry again, let alone have more children. "I've never stopped searching for my daughter—working with private investigators, the police department, even other crime families—yet nothing has worked. "Later, a close friend of mine at the police department hinted that Lee Austin isn't an ordinary man; people like him are exceptionally dangerous. The best way to deal with someone like him is to find someone of the same kind. He recommended the bounty hunters' association to me." Kevin, a solid, traditional white male, looks at Zhang Yuanqing and says: "Only after I became involved with the bounty hunters' association did I understand why the police have always been afraid and wary of Lee Austin. It turns out there are people with extraordinary abilities in this world—Lee Austin is one of them, and so are you." Lee Austin is a spiritual traveler—now I see why he's so confident. Zhang Yuanqing nods: "Didn't that police chief recommend the 'Heaven's Judgment' group to you?" "Divine retribution?" "Nothing special. Go on." Yet even a private appointment with a bounty hunter feels unsafe to me, as I might end up meeting one of Li Austin's friends. "Someone has told me your circle is small—even if not friends, you might still know each other," Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized, gazing intently at the older white man. "So, you've had the hunter's guild select a foreign ability holder?" Kevin shook his head. "The real opportunity I saw—the reason for issuing the bounty—came when I learned that Li Austin's powerful allies had been surrounded and besieged by the police's special operations unit, and he himself was on the kill list. But he's a clever, stubborn one—he managed to hide, and the underperforming officers failed to locate him." Li Austin is a villainous figure, backed by an evil organization; now his base has collapsed. Well, it seems the conflict between the Merchant Guild and the Wine God Club has officially begun," Zhang Yuanqing remarked. "Besides eliminating Li Austin, do you still need me to help you locate your daughter?" "With his stargazing abilities, finding a regular person would be effortless. A sadness flashed in Kevin's eyes." "My daughter has already passed away. After Li Austin fled, the police dismantled several of his strongholds and rescued many women who had been forced into prostitution. According to a prostitute's testimony, my daughter died two years ago—she was constantly exposed to guests in the slums, fell ill, and eventually died. She was only sixteen when taken, still a young girl... "Li Austin's videos I received were all pre-recorded—this piece of filth he's raising!" It seems the first district will also need the Eye of the Magician to cleanse it... Zhang Yuanqing gathered the photos on the table and said: "Mr. Kevin, I've accepted your commission. According to the guild's regulations, when you commission a killing service, you may choose either the person's head or a photograph." The sturdy, middle-aged man Kevin's jaw muscles bulged, his expression slightly fierce. After a few seconds, he calmed down, his voice slightly hoarse: "I don't want that dirty head." Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly. "Then tomorrow, at the same time, at this restaurant, I'll come to see you with the photos. Just have your money ready." He had originally intended to say that if the person had already fled New Covenant County, he would cancel the reservation; but upon reflection, as long as that person remained within the Free Federation, he would do anything to kill them. "My eyes are magic, and magic is my eyes. That is the truth now." It was lunchtime, so he took Anne and left the restaurant, taking a taxi to a neighboring restaurant across the street for lunch. Anne sat at the table, sipped the lemon water brought by the server, and asked curiously, "Mr. Yuanshi, why didn't you have lunch right at the restaurant we just left?" "It's just like the way the male lead in your Free Federation films never looks back when the explosion happens." "Just trying to look cool, is it?" "Don't put it so plainly—this is about elevating the hunter's demeanor." "Chattering intermittently while waiting for the server to bring the dishes, Zhang Yuanqing heard a series of urgent 'ding' sounds from his phone—messages pouring in one after another. He picked up his phone and saw that Shanzhao Ryō had posted in the chat app: [Shanzhao Ryō: Ah ah ah ah ah? Yuanshǐ-jūn, are you still alive? Really, are you?] [Shanzhao Ryō: Wuuuuu, wuuuuu] [Shanzhao Ryō: Did you all hire someone to cosplay Yuanshǐ-jūn? Everyone, I miss him so much.] [Shanzhao Ryō: Changing Yuanshǐ-jūn's name to Tongtian Jiaozhuzhong—was it because you can no longer face that ID? It hurts like a knife twisting.] [Red Chicken Brother: What is she saying?] [Xiaohou Aotian: She sounds like a complete neurotic—completely lost what she meant.] [Sun Miao Miao: Oh! Does she not know Yuanshǐ-jūn has been revived?!] [Guany The high school student from this island nation was so invisible that everyone had completely forgotten about her. Ah, really? Shina Reo didn’t cry either—she just stood frozen in front of her phone screen, pausing for over ten seconds before sending a message to test the waters: 【Shina Reo: Master Yuan, are you truly revived?】 【Master Tongtian: Oh, sorry—I completely forgot about you, Reo-san. I’ve been revived, though, this is a secret—I’d like you not to disclose it.】 The chat group chimed softly. Shina Reo then sent a voice message, her native Japanese flowing in a jumble, laced with emotion and tears. 【Master Tongtian: Speak Chinese, not Japanese.】 【Shina Reo: Everyone thought you’d passed away. I was assigned to serve as an intern at the Divine Judgment Division. Now I’m stationed in Man Island, New Covenant County, as a Level Two Bronze Prosecutor.】 Coincidence? Reo-san is also in New Covenant County? Level Two Prosecutor… Zhang Yuanqing felt a spark of recognition and chose to message her privately. 【Master Tongtian: Are you stationed 】 【Rei Asa: She's my direct superior, and we met just this morning. By the way, she asked me about the members of the "The Return of the Dead" faction. She knows you're a descendant of the Mage King, and she's particularly interested in a portable speaker device.】 Rei is a mortal for one day, and a mortal for life—she's already betrayed Winnie Burleton. Among all the Mage King's artifacts, this woman is solely focused on the King's Concert speaker. Hmm, it's not just because of the liquid video inside—it must be for the information stored within. The speaker records the Mage King's every word, his conversations with others—there's likely some information of such high value it's hard to imagine. I was worried about losing control over Winnie Burleton's movements, but Rei has already infiltrated the enemy's ranks—brilliant work, Rei! Zhang Yuanqing sends a message: 【Tell her about Jia, Sun Miao-miao, and Zhao the Governor of the City of the Earth Deity. Also, inform her that my personal belongings have been handed over to Fu Qingyang and Jia.】 【Rei Asa: Understood!】 Master Yuanshen, could I report to you face to face? She's shy to say how much she misses you. [Tongtian Master: I'll remain quietly vigilant until the right moment comes, then I'll find you.] ... Late at night, on the rooftop of the red-brick apartment building. Zhang Yuanqing took out the Da Luo Xing Pan, placed it on his knees, and then laid out Li Austin's photo and personal file. Li Austin is a member of the Biological Alchemy Guild, at level 3, with the profession title "Master Poisoner"—one of the three major evil professions in the First District. The Master Poisoner specializes in potent toxins and petrification, and also possesses strong close-range combat abilities, outperforming even other orderly-class professionals of the same level. These materials were provided by Asano Ryō; Li Austin is on the list of targets for Tianfa, with detailed information available. Zhang Yuanqing adjusted the Da Luo Xing Pan and opened his star eyes. ... Kings County. In a residential neighborhood, within a bar. Li Austin is holding an exposed white woman, and spits a thick wad of phlegm onto the floor. The bar is filled with the smells of smoke, wine, sweat, and the volatile aroma of hormones. The walls are covered with graffiti, and the women here are just as rough as the men. Its patrons are mostly tough guys, mob members, and social outcasts—predominantly people with dark skin and thick lips. The women are more affordable, available for a one-time fee of fifty dollars. This bar is one of the outposts of the Biologics Alchemy Guild. The owner, Henry, is known as Henry the Demon Dog, a畸变者 from the Circle of the Saints. Li Austin did not flee from the New Covenant County—he stayed hidden here. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to escape; it was that he couldn’t. The war between the Wine God’s Club and the Merchant Guild has already begun, and the Biologics Alchemy Guild has been drawn into it. All members must gather and remain on standby, ready to be assigned tasks at any moment. Amid the alternating flashes of light pollution, Lee Austin pushed past a woman and made his way to the bar, complaining, "These women here leave me completely unmoved. They can't fight or kill—instead, they make my life dull and monotonous. I feel like I'm coming here to serve a sentence." The bartender, dressed in an outdated uniform, glanced at him and said calmly, "I know you're dissatisfied—your base has been wiped out by the divine judgment, your team scattered, and the women who once brought you income have all been rescued. But now we're in wartime. 'During wartime, any losses are inevitable. As long as we win, women, money, and power will all return.' Lee Austin shrugged and offered a somewhat embarrassed chuckle, 'I'm going to capture a few female executives from the Divine Judgment—those women are absolutely delicious.' At that moment, a hand reached out from beside him and placed a photograph on the bar, right in front of Lee Austin. Then came a cool, composed voice: "Are you Lee Austin?" Turn around and let me see clearly—you foreigners are just as meticulous, I'm starting to have trouble recognizing faces.