Xu Weiyu’s scream now echoed through the entire stairwell.

She recognized the man standing before her—he’d been mentioned by Su Nisheng multiple times! An SS Rank ability user temporarily codenamed "Pure Black" by The Alliance. Almost nothing was known about him except this: he never appeared without leaving a trail of corpses. And now he was in her home?!

The masked man grabbed Xu Weiyu’s discarded white thigh-high stocking from the bedside table and stuffed it into her mouth.

He turned to the woman wearing the white rose mask.

“You got here first?” he asked casually.

“Our leader is injured. And yes, I arrived first,” White Rose replied coolly. Her expression was uneasy—she couldn’t identify him, but his energy signature felt utterly ordinary.

Impossible. Unless his control was so absolute she couldn’t sense it at all. Yet her molecular-based ability should’ve detected something. Baffled, she held her ground.

“Reschedule. I’m cutting in line,” the masked man said lightly.

“That’s not possible.”

“Not possible?” His gaze locked onto hers. Within seconds, cold sweat drenched White Rose’s body. An invisible pressure coiled around her.

*A telekinetic? At least S Rank.*

But her mission was urgent. Delaying meant severe punishment from her leader.

*Looks like a fight is unavoidable.*

“Tell your leader her injuries will heal with rest. She brought it on herself. Also, The Alliance’s next purge targets Rose. Scatter while you can. If you end up cornered later, don’t expect my help.”

“You know our leader?” White Rose’s voice sharpened with shock.

“An old acquaintance. Report back—or call her now. She’ll understand. I’d rather not fight. Killed too many lately. Ruined my appetite.”

White Rose hesitated for two seconds. Overwhelmed by his psychic pressure, she pulled out her phone. A girl’s low, tense voice answered.

“Leader, I’ve reached Xu Weiyu’s apartment. A man in a black mask intercepted me. He says your wounds will heal with rest. What should I do?”

Silence. Then an excited shriek: “Ask his name! Quick!”

“Raven,” the masked man replied flatly.

White Rose listened, eyes widening at the unheard reply. She lowered the phone and removed her white glove.

“I don’t know who you are, but my leader orders me to delay you—even at the cost of my life. We fight.” Her irises flickered with dim gold light.

*Phasing and hyper-speed.*

The masked man sighed, closing his eyes.

“Why do so many idiots serve that fool?” He raised a hand, index and middle fingers pressed together. A soft *snap* echoed.

Xu Weiyu heard bones shatter.

White Rose collapsed to her knees, kneecaps and shins pulverized. She stared up, bewildered—she’d phased her entire body the instant he snapped! How was this possible?

*This breaks all the rules!*

The masked man glanced at her, then reached for Xu Weiyu.

“Come downstairs with me.”

Her mouth was still stuffed with the stocking. Trembling, pale as paper, she didn’t dare remove it herself. He yanked it out, damp patches glistening on the fabric.

“Y-you won’t… kill me, will you?” Xu Weiyu stammered.

“Heal someone for me. Then I’ll take you home.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Die.”

“C-can I at least change clothes?” She wore only a thin white nightgown—no bra underneath. At home, she always went commando. He tapped her forehead.

“No time. Rose might send reinforcements. Annoying.”

“O-okay…”

Teeth clenched, Xu Weiyu slid off the couch. Pink slippers slapped the floor as she followed him to the elevator, arms crossed tightly over her chest. He didn’t glance at her once.

She scuffed her foot, studying his plain black clothes and mask. Outside, a black heavy-duty motorcycle idled under the streetlights.

“D-do I get a helmet?” Her voice quivered.

“No. Less talking.”

He swung onto the bike. Xu Weiyu hesitated, then clambered on behind him, arms locking around his waist. The bike lurched forward—she nearly slid off and squeezed tighter.

He braked suddenly, handing her a blindfold.

“Cover your eyes. Hold on. Fall off, and I won’t stop.”

Blindfolded, she clung to him.

“Hey! Slow down! We’ll die! Seriously die!!!”

He ignored her. She pressed her chest against his back, cheeks burning despite the terror. Wind roared in her ears.

*He’s doing at least a hundred miles per hour! Minimum!*

But this was just the start.

Her downtown apartment saw moderate night traffic. The motorcycle roared like a mechanical beast, weaving through gaps, accelerating, overtaking. Xu Weiyu gasped for air, arms aching.

Fourteen minutes later, it stopped at a villa in the wilderness, lights glowing in the dark.

“Inside.”

“O-okay…” She hopped off, pulling off the blindfold. The masked man tilted his head, staring at a damp patch on the bike’s rear seat. His questioning look made her face blaze crimson. Normally, she’d have exploded at such humiliation—but arguing meant death. She swallowed hard.

“S-sorry.”

He wiped the seat with a tissue, eyes drifting toward her nightgown hem. Xu Weiyu clutched her chest with one hand, shielding her lap with the other. “I-it’s your fault! You wouldn’t let me—”

“You didn’t ask.”

“You said we were in a hurry!”

“Putting on underwear takes seconds. Your fault.” His voice turned icy. “Follow me.”

Humiliated, she trailed him inside. Dim lights guided them to a ground-floor bedroom. He pushed the door open.

Ink Orange Ice lay asleep in a silk-blue nightgown, features sharp yet breathtakingly beautiful. Her body was weak—injured organs slowly mending with energy. Xu Weiyu knelt, placing a hand on the woman’s abdomen. Healing energy flowed.

Thirty seconds later, she wiped her brow. “Done.”

Ink Orange Ice didn’t stir.

The masked man nodded toward a cabinet. “Pick underwear. One minute. I’ll wait outside.”

Xu Weiyu yanked open the drawer. After hastily dabbing the damp spot with tissue, she grabbed black lace panties—*this Ink Orange Ice woman’s taste is wild!*—but the bras were too big. She settled for two bandages taped over her nipples.

Arms crossed over her chest, she stepped out. The masked man was already on the bike. This time, she mounted silently, blindfold in place.

“Who… who are you?”

“Raven.”

“Like… duck?”

“Crow.”

He flicked her forehead again.

She seethed but stayed silent. *At least he’s not robbing or assaulting me.* She tightened her grip. “You’ll take me home after this?”

“Obviously.”

“Will Rose come after me again?”

“She knows your ability only works once every three days.”

“Who *are* you really?”

“Knowing won’t help you.”

“Do you have a mole in The Alliance?”

“More questions, faster death.”

“Fine. I’ll shut up.”

She muttered under her breath. The bike roared to life again, stopping a kilometer from her apartment complex.

“W-why not drop me at my door?” Her voice trembled.

“Three S Ranks and one SS Rank are in your building right now. Not interested in visiting.”

“HAHAHA! You’re scared!” Xu Weiyu burst out laughing, hands on hips, chest bouncing. Her reckless streak flared despite the danger.

He ignored her, shoving a bank card into her cleavage. Before she could react, the motorcycle sped away.

Xu Weiyu stomped her foot in fury, then winced, tears pricking her eyes.

*Ow. That hurt.*