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The Hair Specter's ability was indeed useful.

By injecting a single silver hair strand into a human body, the strand would frenziedly devour the person's flesh and blood, transforming them into a Specter Slave made entirely of black hair, similar to those residents of Blackwater.

These black-haired Specter Slaves were merely of low ranks; there were also the more advanced silver-haired Specter Slaves, composed entirely of silver strands.

These silver-haired Specter Slaves surpassed the black-haired ones in strength, speed, and defense. However, creating a silver-haired Specter Slave required a substantial amount of silver hair, making it too costly to mass-produce.

At that moment, an alarm had sounded. Footsteps echoed from all directions inside the building, accompanied by the sound of cocked guns.

Fang Xiu wasn't surprised. After all, he knew that the building was under surveillance.

Soon, teams of mercenaries in black bulletproof vests had swarmed out, each armed with a submachine gun. Upon seeing Fang Xiu and the Specter Slaves, they opened fire without hesitation.

A barrage of gunfire had enveloped Fang Xiu.

Unfazed, he stood still.

Then, his hair suddenly turned silver and grew rapidly, enveloping his entire body in a cocoon made of hair. The bullets had struck the silver hair, producing a symphony of metallic clangs and sparks.

In the commanding room, Ma Wenbin, the leader of Bright Club, along with three members, was watching closely.

"Is he the only one who came?" Ma Wenbin asked.

"We've checked; it's just him," someone replied.

Ma Wenbin smirked coldly, "It seems this isn't some operation led by the Investigation Bureau, but Fang Xiu's personal act. He's got courage, daring to come here alone."

"What should we do, sir? Killing him might provoke the Investigation Bureau," another asked.

Ma Wenbin snorted, "Provoke? I'm the one who's provoked! We've been attacked, so killing him is nothing but self-defense. Even the Investigation Bureau can't fault us for that. Besides, I've been sending so much money to the headquarters every year, you think that's for nothing?"

His subordinate said, puzzled, "Sir, the files say Fang Xiu is a sensory ability user… Why is he able to control hair and manipulate others with it now?"

"Why are you asking me? How the hell would I know that?" Ma Wenbin retorted.contemporary romance

As they were discussing, the situation on the monitors suddenly took an unexpected turn.

The cocoon around Fang Xiu burst out with countless thin, silver hairs, spreading wildly like a spider's web.

The mercenaries were terrified. They kept shooting, but no matter how many bullets they fired, they couldn't shake those silver hairs.

In just a moment, the silver hairs had covered them completely. They screamed in pain, but soon, the screams stopped, as they were all wrapped into silver cocoons.

As the hairs tightened, sounds of breaking bones could be heard. Blood slowly seeped out of the silver cocoons, turning them into blood-red ones.

The scene was terrifying. In the empty hall, dozens of bloody cocoons stood still.

Then, the silver hair slowly withdrew, absorbing the blood on it. From the cocoons, black-haired Specter Slaves emerged.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu moved. He calmly walked deeper into the building, followed closely by dozens of eerie and terrifying Specter Slaves, like controlled puppets.

In the control room, Ma Wenbin and others were horrified by this sight. Someone even exclaimed in fear, "What kind of power is this? Is Fang Xiu a human or a Specter?"

"Sir, what do we do now? Should I go and meet him?" a member bravely offered.

Ma Wenbin cursed, "Have you watched too much Japanese anime? You want to go meet him? Do you want me to act like a villain in those mangas, sending my men to die one by one, and then I'll wait for him at the top of the building for a final fight? Are you all foolish? This is our territory, we have more people, and he's just here alone. Of course, we should go together!"

Ma Wenbin then led a few people downstairs to find Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu was leading the Specter Slaves and marching forward when suddenly a thick white fog appeared in the corridor. It spread like a tide, covering the entire corridor in an instant.

The fog was very thick, making visibility extremely low.

When Fang Xiu met the fog, however, he didn't retreat. Instead, he walked straight into it.

Instantly, he was enveloped in the white mist, unable to see anything.

The fog seemed to suppress his psychic senses, making his sensitive perception greatly hindered. The fog was so dense that moving through it felt like moving underwater, greatly resisting every movement.

Deep in the white fog, Ma Wenbin and his group watched Fang Xiu intently.

At this moment, Fang Xiu couldn't see them.

A man in his thirties with a grim face smirked, "He's like an ignorant fool, daring to walk right into my fog. He'll be completely blind in it. No matter how many pawns he has, they'll be useless. Sir, it looks like you won't need to act. Leave it to me."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he pulled out a dagger and jumped into the fog. He moved very swiftly, almost as if he was more at ease in the fog.

"Sir, is it okay for him to go alone? This Fang Xiu doesn't seem as simple as he looks," said a man with a scar on his face, holding two guns.

Ma Wenbin watched Fang Xiu grimly and said coldly, "Let him try first. You look for an opportunity to find a weakness and use Spiritual Energy bullets to kill him. And you, Zhao, quickly cast a Wanning Curse on Fang Xiu. This kid is too calm; it's abnormal."

Zhao, who looked scholarly with gold-rimmed glasses, replied, "Of course, sir."

He then stretched out his hand toward Fang Xiu in the fog, sending a subtle wave of Spiritual Energy that instantly hit the man.

Fang Xiu suddenly felt drained. He felt like he had a severe cold, unable to muster any strength.

The situation was extremely dangerous.

The man who started the fog was hiding, slowly approaching Fang Xiu's back, planning to ambush him.

The man with the guns had already raised his weapon, aiming at Fang Xiu through the fog, waiting for him to show a weakness.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses continued to cast the Wanning Curse, draining Fang Xiu's strength.

Ma Wenbin was watching eagerly from the shadows.

Suddenly, the man in the fog made his move, quick like a ghost. He fiercely stabbed Fang Xiu's back."

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