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"Location can be pinpointed,"

Zhou Shen gazed solemnly at Hungry Monkey, "Theoretically, that's correct, but Miao hasn't given us any specific information. Not to mention a name or the watch ID, we don't even have an age."

"All we know is that it's a man, a middle-aged man."

"Beyond that, we have no information at all."

"It's almost impossible to pinpoint his location under these circumstances."

This very first task was proving to be much more difficult than anything they had encountered in Fengtian City. Back in Fengtian, Miao would provide them directly with either the family address or the name of the target.

Plus, they could fully access the Fengtian City Enforcement Bureau's archives.

Mobilizing thousands of people.

It was easy to locate someone.

But here in Zhenba City, let's not even mention that the Enforcement Bureau hadn't fully restored order; the whole city was still in semi-chaos. Without family addresses or any basic information about the target, finding someone was practically a pipe dream.

...

Chen Miao was also feeling a bit of a headache. The middle-aged man with blood streaming from his eyes was completely refusing to communicate with him. After finishing his story, he sat in silence in the last row of the bus, his head bowed.

No matter how Chen Miao tried to start a conversation. Your journey continues with empire

The man simply wouldn't reveal any information.

At that moment—

The driver, sitting in his seat, suddenly turned back to glance at Chen Miao and then continued driving, murmuring, "This trip isn't going to be an easy one."

Then he returned to his expressionless state, as if nothing had happened.

However, Chen Miao didn't have time to think too much. The bus suddenly stopped again. It was clear business was good today; passengers were boarding one after another without him needing to call out at the door.

He had to attend to this customer.

Lest he leave them hanging too long and trigger some unnecessary events. Although he hadn't yet seen what an enraged passenger looked like, from the performance of other players on the last Hell Bus ride, he could roughly imagine the scene.

It was probably not much different from the mother and child ghosts he had blasted away with a burst of gunfire.

He could only pin his hopes on Hungry Monkey and the others outside.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

...

"We're not entirely without information,"

Hungry Monkey suddenly brightened, "Didn't Miao say he won ten million? He hadn't even cashed it before the fixed event of the Sea of Human Suffering descended, right? That's an important clue. Such a big prize would definitely be published in the news with the winner's name!"

"The Federal Government has a clear mandate that lottery winner news must be reported with real names, and prize collectors can't wear masks."

"As long as we find the person who won the prize, we can find this man."

Standing to the side, Yuan Buping looked at Hungry Monkey with slight surprise. The phrase 'brave and resourceful' involuntarily popped into his mind. For some reason, he had a very strange impression of Hungry Monkey. In most situations, Hungry Monkey seemed quite simple-minded.

But then he would suddenly come up with some good ideas.

A bit like being unpredictably smart, growing stronger when facing strength.

"Good idea."

Zhou Shen said, his eyes lighting up. He immediately connected with the Zhenba City Enforcement Bureau, asking them to contact the lottery station's staff. Before coming here, the mayor of Fengtian City had already fully coordinated with Zhenba City.

Both the Federal Government and the government of Zhenba City understood the importance of this matter and were almost fully cooperative.

Any resources in Zhenba City could be at the disposal of Chen Miao and the others.

There was only one thing they requested, to ensure that Lord Miao peacefully boarded the Hell Bus to go to the place he was meant to, and it wasn't just because Lord Miao was a hero of the Federation who shouldn't turn into a Resentful Spirit and attack his own city after death.

It was also because Lord Miao was among the Federation's most elite Supernaturals.

Such an existence turning into a Resentful Spirit,

Goodness... just thinking about it is frightening.

Let's not think about it anymore, better to resolve this quickly.

Generally speaking, even if someone did harbor resentments, they wouldn't willingly board the Hell Bus, but they couldn't cause much trouble in reality, at most, causing the lights to flicker in the house of their nemesis.

Making their nemesis change a few lightbulbs more often.

If the resentment was strong enough, it could even cause ghostly figures to appear in mirrors, to scare the house dog, making it bark continuously.

That was already the limit, and it had to be the kind with sky-high resentment.

If a Supernatural turned into a Resentful Spirit, then there was no need to rush, as ordinary people generally wouldn't come in contact with such beings. Usually, as soon as the Events Bureau detected a Supernatural turning into a Resentful Spirit and preparing to endanger the city, they would intervene immediately.

This was also within the scope of the Events Bureau's duties.

However, if an existence like Lord Miao turned into a Resentful Spirit, the local Events Bureau would hardly be able to withstand it, and even the Events Bureau in Jingjiu City would struggle.

...

Unfortunately, because this middle-aged man had not yet claimed his prize, there was no news about him, yet they still managed to find his name and wristwatch ID from the lottery station.

After positioning him through Zhenba City's Enforcement Bureau,

in a pile of construction ruins, they found a monster's corpse.

This monster's corpse resembled a shark, over three meters in length, covered in green, viscous fluid, with a smooth body. Its mouth made up half of its size and, even in death, those terrifying fangs were enough to instill fear.

Zhou Shen and Hungry Monkey exchanged a look, not daring to delay for a moment, and immediately started preparing to dissect.

Just as Zhou Shen was about to cut open the monster's belly to look for the man's body inside its stomach,

Hungry Monkey rolled up his sleeves, muttered "Strong Hand Splitting Skull," and then, just like butchering a sheep's head, he forcefully split the monster's head into two halves with the power that had been growing by one point daily in his Strength Attribute.

Soon, they found a man's body in the stomach of the beast.

It was almost completely decayed.

In the more severe areas, even the flesh and skin were not visible, leaving only bones.

The middle-aged man was curled up like he was in his mother's womb, his right hand buried deep in his chest as if protecting something very important. They had to forcefully pry his right hand open.

In the palm of his hand was a bloody lottery ticket clutched tightly.

This man was indeed the target of their first mission.

There was no fatal wound on the man's body; it seemed he had been swallowed alive and hadn't died immediately inside the monster's stomach. It was unknown whether he suffocated to death or died some other way.

"..."

With a complicated expression, Hungry Monkey looked at the man's pitiful state. It was evident that the man valued the lottery ticket in his hand greatly; even when close to death, he kept the ticket gripped tightly, protecting it dearly.

Ten million.

For him now, it wasn't a very large sum. Having been with Miao for too long, ten million was just a drop in the bucket, something he was accustomed to.

But for this middle-aged man, it symbolized a new beginning, the recovery of his wife who was lying sick in bed, a harmonious future life without arguments over money with his spouse, and a decent life for his child.