Feng Ju’s words were just a small part of the special agent’s calculations.

The special agent had a deeper consideration, which was the increased value of [Mask].

Originally, capturing [Mask] was merely for [Mask] itself, but now it was more about completing the Sheepskin Scroll, which naturally needed more secrecy.

He had already decided in his heart to eliminate all who knew, including Feng Ju in front of him whom he wouldn’t spare afterward.

At this point, how could he dare let more people get involved in capturing [Mask]?

If [Mask] were to shout something inappropriate at the time... could he silence the entire Patrol Office and Investigation Bureau?

"Hmm..."

The special agent, his mind racing, put away Feng Ju’s phone and said unarguably:

"I’ll keep the phone. From now on, you go nowhere, just stay in my villa, and once we get any information, we’ll head out immediately!"

His eyes glistened with a sharp cold light:

"At that time, you’ll be responsible for killing Li Shang, and I’ll personally handle [Mask]."

After all, he was also part of the Song Family from the Divine Clan, even if "exiled" to the Lower City, he still held several life-preserving items bestowed by his family, these trump cards enough to deal with most sudden crises.

As long as the power [Mask] displayed didn’t exceed the scope shown in the sewer livestream by much... he had a tiny bit of confidence to capture him!

"Yes! I obey! I won’t let you down!"

Feng Ju immediately bowed to accept the order, showing a resolute willingness to die for the special agent.

Just as the special agent was preparing to turn around, Feng Ju seemed to suddenly remember something and hesitated:

"Oh right, special agent, there’s one more thing."

Special Agent: "Speak."

Feng Ju hurriedly said:

"Just on the way to the villa, I noticed nearby, it seemed like the Night Watcher was active."

The special agent’s pupils constricted slightly:

"Night Watcher, are you sure?"

Feng Ju replied:

"Their attire is very distinctive, their whole bodies shrouded in black, and wearing pitch-black masks on their faces, it should be them."

The special agent asked, "What were they doing?"

Feng Ju shook his head and said:

"I’m not quite sure, just saw they seemed to be holding some unknown instrument, waving it around..."

Though he claimed to be unsure, Feng Ju’s description was compelling and detailed.

Of course, he was lying, but his lie was mixed with the iconic features of the Night Watcher, without stating their purpose, leaving the special agent to fill in the blanks himself.

The special agent’s face instantly darkened, thoughts swirling in his mind:

"Night Watcher? Why would they appear nearby? Could it be the energy radiation from the three consecutive Evil Sacrificial Ceremonies last night was detected by them?"

The experienced and knowledgeable special agent inferred from Feng Ju’s minimal words that the instrument in the Night Watchers’ hands was likely some sort of energy detector.

This possibility made his heart sink.

He wasn’t afraid of the Night Watcher rushing in to arrest him immediately, with his identity, as long as they couldn’t produce substantial evidence, there was nothing they could do to him.

But those Night Watcher guys were notoriously not the brightest.

Any organization ready to exchange life for life with [Destiny], nearly destroying themselves, definitely wasn’t thinking straight.

Once targeted by them, it’s like being stuck to like glue, bringing unnecessary trouble.

This posed a threat to both his upcoming capture of [Mask] and subsequent "secret research."

The special agent’s expression flickered, deep in thought:

"Since the Night Watcher is still probing the perimeter, it shows that their detected fluctuation range isn’t precise, just a rough estimate. As long as I’m cautious and don’t expose anything..."

"Bad luck—"

The special agent cursed under his breath, almost instinctively reaching into his pocket to touch a hard object through his clothes.

"The Sheepskin Scroll is most associated with Evil Sacrifices, it must have residual energy fluctuations. I can’t keep it on me any longer, or if I run into the Night Watcher outside..."

A moment later, he forcibly suppressed his irritation, waving Feng Ju off with a pretense of calm in his tone:

"Alright, got it. You don’t need to worry about the Night Watcher."

With that, he ignored Feng Ju, turned, and hurriedly walked upstairs, his steps noticeably heavier and more rushed, clearly feeling additional pressure from the Night Watcher news.

He had to hide the Sheepskin Scroll, storing it securely in the safe.

The safe was entirely embedded in the wall, with the inner walls coated in a layer of gold, and as everyone knows, gold has a restraining effect on evil objects.

This means the Golden Safe could lock away the energy radiation of the Sheepskin Scroll.

Besides that, he also had to take a bath to wash off any possible residual Evil Sacrifice radiation on himself.

Feng Ju stood there slightly bowed until the special agent’s figure disappeared around the stairwell’s corner.

He slowly straightened his back, the look of panic on his face peeling away like a mask, with a fleeting, hard-to-detect cold smile at the corner of his lips.

At the same time.

A dilapidated van, like an exhausted old ox, wheezed to a stop outside an abandoned factory.

The broken perimeter wall and overgrown weeds almost swallowed the underground well opening at the base of the wall.

As the car door was pushed open, the hinge gave a dry, creaking sound.

Li Shang was the first to jump out, then took a half-human height backpack from inside the car, the backpack bulging.

Chang Erbing followed closely, the soft soil underfoot making a "squelch" as he landed, splattering his pants with mud while he also carried a big bag.

The last to get out was Ma Bin, who besides a backpack, also carried a tote bag.