In the depths of the jungle in the Far West Wilderness, a peculiar type of ladybug grows.
This insect does not emit light by itself, but if any object with heat appears within a hundred meters, the insect will sense it and emit a faint glow.
Because of this unique trait, if one processes these insects in a special way, grinds them into powder, and mixes with a potion for application on a telescope, one can see objects in the dark of night.
Thus, every move of Zhen Juncheng could not escape the man’s eyes.
Seeing him retreat to the edge of the jungle, the man silently sneered before leaping into the darkness with a swift motion.
Zhen Juncheng, crawling on the ground, suddenly sensed the arrival of danger. Though he didn’t know what it was, his reaction was incredibly fast.
He flipped himself upright and dashed into the depths of the jungle.
As he ran, he constantly changed directions to avoid being targeted by a crossbow arrow.
One must admit that his reactions were both accurate and effective.
If it had been someone else, they might have truly gotten away.
But the man didn’t care about these things at all.
As Zhen Juncheng frantically fled into the jungle, the man simply retrieved a peculiarly shaped mechanical crossbow from his backpack, aimed slightly, and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the crossbow arrow tearing through the air made Zhen Juncheng’s hair stand on end, and his body continually shook to avoid being locked onto as a target.
But in the next instant, a crossbow arrow pinned itself into a tree not far in front of him.
Yet before Zhen Juncheng could sigh in relief, countless threads shot out from the tail end of the arrow, enveloping him within.
Zhen Juncheng was startled, struggling mightily.
But to no avail—the material of these threads was unknown, extremely tough, and the more he struggled, the tighter they drew in.
In the blink of an eye, deep bloody marks appeared on Zhen Juncheng’s arms and legs.
Witnessing this scene, the people in the camp were dumbfounded.
Then somehow, someone started it.
These people scattered, frantically running in various directions of the jungle.
The man paid no attention to these people.
During the day, he had clearly observed that this group respected Zhen Juncheng above all.
So as long as they controlled him, all the other small fry were not worth bothering about.
The man leisurely walked towards Zhen Juncheng.
At this moment, Zhen Juncheng lay resigned on the ground, his face full of despair.
He had no choice.
These threads were truly bizarre.
The more he struggled, the tighter they constricted.
If they went any deeper, they would likely cut into the bone.
With no other option, Zhen Juncheng had to give up.
Listening to the approaching footsteps, Zhen Juncheng looked up with all his might, filled with trepidation in his heart.
When the man finally reached him and came into view, Zhen Juncheng was stunned.
Isn’t this the unkempt man he ran into at the tea stall during the day?
He was actually with the Mechanical Sect?
Although frightened, Zhen Juncheng forced himself to calm down and spoke in as steady a voice as possible without betraying his emotions.
"Friend, my Wanghai Tower has no past grievances or recent enmity with you. Why do you act so ruthlessly?"
The man slowly squatted down, "Are you going to Ink Sea City?"
Zhen Juncheng’s heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, this man was connected to the Gui Family in Ink Sea City.
Thinking of this, Zhen Juncheng despised Pei Quan’an, who had urged him to come.
Damn it.
He claimed the Gui Family had no strong backing.
Wasn’t this backing strong enough?
But now, it was too late to regret.
Zhen Juncheng didn’t dare to lie and could only honestly reply, "Yes, we are indeed going to Ink Sea City, but we didn’t know it was connected to the Mechanical Sect. If we had known, we would never have done something so foolish, so please give me a chance, okay?"
When he said this, Zhen Juncheng’s heart was full of humiliation.
From childhood till now, he had never begged anyone in this tone.
But there was no choice, as he was at someone else’s mercy.
The situation was stronger than him; he couldn’t afford not to bow his head.
The man smiled, "How do you know I am from the Mechanical Sect?"
Zhen Juncheng inwardly complained.
You’ve got both crossbow arrows and mechanical explosives, who wouldn’t think of the Mechanical Sect?
The man seemed to understand that his question was redundant, so he nodded and said.
"Yes, I am indeed from the Mechanical Sect, and I have an old connection with the Gui Family in Ink Sea City. Seeing you all coming so aggressively, there couldn’t be any good intentions, so I intercepted you."
Zhen Juncheng nearly cried.
"What if we meant no harm?"
The man smiled, "Do you even believe that yourself? Ink Sea City is just a small place, and the Gui Heshu couple are very low-key. From any angle, it doesn’t seem like they could be related to your Wanghai Tower."
"So apart from occupying Ink Sea City’s property, I really can’t think of any other reason for your journey."
"Of course, if by any chance I am indeed mistaken..."
The man paused, then said nonchalantly, "Then you can only blame your bad luck."
Zhen Juncheng felt a chill throughout his body.
Because he couldn’t detect any emotion in the man’s voice, it was as if the people who had just died at his hands were not humans, but mere pieces of worthless bricks.
He had seen ruthless people disregarding human life.
In fact, even he himself had no regard for others’ lives.