Today might be Bai Ming’s worst day ever.

He was alive as usual, swallowing his three daily meals, but his whole body felt weighed down—like sinking into muddy restraints.

Specifically, it was as if chains shackled his limbs; even taking a step felt impossible.

He still had piles of things to do. Right now, he should’ve been home, slurping instant noodles while gaming. Bai Ruoshui had even made him beef noodles today—a rare upgrade to his usual grub.

So why… why did this happen?

“Seriously, are those jerks at the ‘Hero’ Association all alpacas…?”

Bai Ming scratched the back of his head, grumbling impatiently as he neared the building’s rooftop.

A massive criminal syndicate sat right here, yet those self-proclaimed “justice” crusaders chose to look away. Well, that was typical of their methods—utterly normal, really.

Maybe he was the fool for expecting otherwise.

The dim room reeked of damp earth… If he hadn’t snapped earlier and punched half the building apart, the place might’ve still looked decent.

He advanced toward the roof, mind racing over where they’d locked Bai Ruoshui. If he weren’t sure she was nearby, he’d have leveled the whole area with one punch.

He’d started with that assumption: form a hypothesis, verify it, and the next goal becomes clear. It wasn’t just scientists who thought this way—anyone could draw conclusions like this.

But here, he had to hold back. Bai Ruoshui’s location was still unknown; rash moves were out of the question.

His thoughts drifted to those cheesy TV dramas from last year. What if those thugs really pressed a gun to his sister’s head…

“Huh?”

A freezing killing intent sliced through the corridor’s corner, snapping him from his daydream.

“Kaminari Wind Return Style · Nenisha.”

A golden flash swept before his eyes. The stagnant air shuddered violently, surging back to life.