"The restroom exploded a few days ago. The toilet lids were all blown off, and a couple of urinals were destroyed. There wasn't much noise that day; it was just that when someone pushed open the door to use the bathroom, they suddenly found out it had exploded."
Honestly, it was pretty strange. The whole restroom blew up, but hardly anything filthy flew out, and it was all silent. Of course, maybe it was because the music was loud that day, so no one could hear anything.
Yeah, that day Walnut Lane was hosting a street dance competition. Oh, right, I remember the boss's friend brought a boy who we rarely see. That kid seemed pretty tough and even got into a fight.
The manager explained everything that happened that day, step by step.
He had no idea what really happened to make these big shots suddenly show up. The most crucial thing was that the imposing, quiet man went into the restroom and took a huge breath.
You have to know, Walnut Lane Bar's restroom only has a small vent for air. Since that day, the fan broke, the restroom was blocked off and started renovations, but the smell couldn't escape and it was pretty awful.
Shang Yue Shan's breath was like eating crap—double the portion, double the intensity. He nearly threw up on the spot.
"We checked the surveillance from that day. This guy should be a student."
Shang Yue Shan stood in the surveillance room, staring at the screen. His men kept zooming in until they finally got a clear look at Evan Lin's face.
It's him?
Mason Shang squinted, a bit surprised. He remembered Meng Zhao Lin was supposedly crippled by that kid too. That incident more or less proved the guy on the surveillance footage might have some real strength.
But Brandon Rowe was a third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery.
A third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery expert—how could someone as young as this kid possibly shake that kind of existence?
It just doesn't make sense.
It's absolutely impossible!
From the surveillance, this boy went into the restroom first. The other guy followed right after. They stayed inside for less than ten minutes, then the boy came out and the other guy vanished.
The man in charge of checking the footage looked serious, turning to Mason Shang with hesitation all over his face.
Just say whatever comes to mind.
Mason Shang looked calm on the surface, but the unease in his eyes was growing stronger by the second.
We've checked the restroom—there's no other exit. Unless the guy somehow took apart the exhaust fan, crawled out, and then reinstalled it. But that's impossible, because the fan is way too small. If someone really tried to squeeze through...
The man spoke nervously, "Maybe the only way is to chop up the body and carry it out piece by piece."
Even he found this conclusion pretty unbelievable.
In a busy place like Walnut Lane, killing someone, chopping up the body, and then squeezing it out through the tiny exhaust fan—it would take countless cuts, especially since some bones are hard to deal with. So this theory is basically nonsense.
But in such a tiny restroom, someone goes in, then disappears—no sign of life, no sign of death. It’s just impossible to explain.
The whole situation was deadlocked.
There's a second possibility.
Mason Shang shook his head, his expression extremely grim: "Within ten minutes, someone killed Brandon Rowe, destroyed the body, and didn't even leave a particularly nasty smell behind."
What kind of cultivation realm would someone like that have to be?
Ten minutes! The Rowe guy was a third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery, third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery!
And from start to finish, the shockwaves from the fight never even touched the partying crowd outside! In other words, whoever did all this managed to completely seal off the area while fighting Brandon Rowe, forcing all the inner force to stay inside!
As he spoke, Mason Shang's voice rose, finally showing emotion—like an angry, panicked beast, his roar seemed to shake the whole room, even cracking the floor.
Everyone around him was either confused or terrified. Those who understood what third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery meant were pale, their hearts pounding.
No one dared to speak.
Mason Shang clenched his fists, trying to calm his anger and fear. He took a deep breath and stared at the frozen surveillance image.
His gaze fell on Evan Lin's face, his own expression complicated beyond words.
Third-grade Pointing-to-Mystery?
Second-grade Pointing-to-Mystery?
First-grade Pointing-to-Mystery?
Or... has he already broken through Pointing-to-Mystery and entered another realm?
Impossible!
The moment this thought popped into Mason Shang's mind, he instantly pushed it aside.
The kid in front of him was at most twenty—no, definitely not even twenty. How could he possibly be that strong?
Cold sweat broke out on Mason Shang's forehead. Normally, the surveillance room was full of people and warm, and with his cultivation, he shouldn't feel cold even in deep winter.
But now, he really felt cold—chilled to the bone, sweat soaking his back. After all those years of composure, this was the first time he truly felt terror and panic, and so completely.
Helena Meng finally arrived, pushed open the door, cleared out everyone unrelated, then stood in front of Mason Shang. She glanced at the boy's face on the monitor, her expression especially complicated.
"I really wonder where Old Man Liu found a student like this."
Her tone carried something indescribable. On the way here, someone had already told her what happened. Standing before the monitor, this woman—seen by outsiders as having risen with the Meng family thanks to Mason Shang—now looked colder than ever: "Do you think this kid could be stronger than Brandon Rowe?"
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