"I say, let's hold off for now, shall we? Fatty, if we start fighting here, it won't end well. The chaos has only just subsided, after all. Or do you want the unrest, which has finally quieted down, to erupt again?"
Gregory Wu dodged The Dragon's attack and leapt to the edge of the distant rooftop, constantly evading, but The Dragon showed no intention of stopping. Raising his hand, the sky around them began to crack open bit by bit.
"As far as I know, once your ghost domain appears, this entire building will probably vanish without a trace."
Gregory Wu kept shouting, then looked over at me.
"Ethan Zhang, how long has it been since you watched the news?"
I didn't answer Gregory Wu. He seemed intent on telling me something, but I just watched quietly, not planning to make a move. Right now, I'm no match for Gregory Wu, and deep down, I know it.
Yet Rotface's series of actions seemed like a guiding beacon, awakening something in me. I am in the open, while the members of the Immortality Society lurk in the shadows. They can ignore rules, disregard friend or foe, and act however they please, forcing others to submit to their will. But The Dragon refuses to play by those rules.
"Hmph, whether the building collapses or how many people die—none of that's my concern. Today, I'm taking your life."
As The Dragon spoke, four green-glowing iron hooks emerged from the cracks in the sky, spinning counterclockwise from right to left in a circle.
But I was puzzled by what Gregory Wu said—how long it had been since I'd watched the news. Helpless, I took out my phone and opened today's headlines. Instantly, I stared in shock at a photo on the front page and the bold, black headline.
"On the outskirts of the eastern district, thirteen kilometers away, the Ninth Police Academy has mysteriously vanished—there's nothing left at the scene."
I clicked on the photo in shock. Sure enough, the place where the Ghost Burial Squad Headquarters was—publicly known as the Ninth Police Academy—was now just endless farmland and vast orchards. The spot where the squad once stood was now nothing but a bare patch of sandy earth.
"What the hell happened?" I shouted. At that moment, The Dragon stopped attacking and looked over.
"Ethan Zhang, you'd better hurry over and take a look. Isn't your wife there? Leave this to me."
As The Dragon spoke, I was burning with anxiety. I spread my wings, ready to head for the Ghost Burial Squad, but then I froze, turning to glare coldly at Gregory Wu.
"Luo Yang, is this all because of you?"
"You could say that, Ethan Zhang."
I clenched my fists, then glanced at The Dragon.
"He's my enemy."
The Dragon scratched his head.
"Fine, whatever, Ethan Zhang. I'll let it go this time for your sake. Handle it yourself."
With that, The Dragon withdrew all his iron hooks, returning to his original form, and let out a sigh.
"Hurry up, Ethan Zhang."
After I said thank you, I soared into the air, and Gregory Wu started laughing.
"I'll be waiting for you, Ethan Zhang. If you ever want to come over—whether it's to kill me or for anything else—just do it anytime."