67: Chapter 67 Cleanup and Escape
The night wind blew, carrying away the thick smell of rust in the West City Scrap Yard and the scent of blood on his body, yet it could not disperse the fresh stench of blood that had just begun to fill the air.
Wang Pingan stood expressionlessly beside the completely wrecked black hovercar.
The roof of the car had been ripped open to reveal a massive hole, and inside the cabin, Li Moran's corpse was twisted into a grotesque shape, no longer resembling a human.
The unlucky driver in the driver's seat was still slumped over with his head tilted, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, his eyes dull and vacant like a fool.
Wang Pingan didn't spare them another glance.
He knew that from the moment he decided to act, Li Moran's fate had been sealed.
Being kind to an enemy is being cruel to oneself.
He had understood this truth for both of his lifetimes.
He did not leave immediately.
For a qualified "murderer," the most important thing after committing a crime is to clean up the scene.
He activated the [Eye of Truth].
Within his field of vision, the entire world transformed into a three-dimensional model composed of countless data streams.
His own movement trajectory, the residual blood qi left behind during the battle, and even the shallow footprint he had left while stepping on the hovercar were presented in his mind in the most intuitive way.
He began to methodically clean up every trace he had left behind.
He mobilized the pale golden blood qi aura that had just entered the Fourth-Rank, using it like an invisible eraser to slowly wipe away the residual energy fluctuations he had left in the air.
After finishing this, he returned to the hovercar.
He glanced at Li Moran's corpse inside the car, thought for a moment, and ultimately decided not to touch it.
Li Moran had to die here.
And he had to die miserably.
Only then could he maximize the deterrence against anyone in the Li family who might still want to cause him trouble.
A professional assassin organization, along with their employer, dying bizarrely at the crime scene.
This fact alone was filled with an eerie, intimidating power.
Anyone with a sound mind would not dare to easily attack him again before figuring out the truth of the matter.
As for the driver he had rendered simple-minded, that was a "living witness" he had deliberately left behind.
A crazed witness who could not explain anything clearly was far more capable of making this "accident" seem mysterious and confusing than a cold corpse.
All traces had been cleaned up.
After Wang Pingan checked one last time to confirm there were no omissions, his figure flickered a few times and vanished completely into the thick night.
Although the Li family's influence could not compare to the truly top-tier noble families, they still had reach in every corner of Shen City.
Li Moran's death would soon be discovered.
By then, the entire Shen City would likely face an unprecedented storm.
All ports and major transportation arteries would be strictly blockaded.
He had to leave before this dragnet was completely tightened.
He did not go to the interstellar port.
That would certainly be a key area for investigation.
He headed straight east and arrived at the cargo terminal in Shen City.
This was the most chaotic place in the entire city, a melting pot of all sorts of people.
Countless massive cargo starships docked and loaded here, bringing in goods from various places and shipping out Shen City's local specialties.
The air was filled with a foul stench of machine oil, sweat, and various unknown goods mixed together.
Wang Pingan suppressed his aura to the extreme, donned a dirty, tattered work jacket he had picked up from the side of the road, and smeared his face with grime.
He now looked like a bottom-tier porter trying to scrape by.
He scanned the entire terminal with his [Eye of Truth].
Soon, he locked onto a large cargo starship about to depart, with the logo "Pan-Galaxy Transport" printed on its hull.
The destination of this ship was Galaxy City.
It was exactly his destination.
He did not take the formal boarding channel.
Instead, he circled around to a dark corner of the terminal, where the starships dumped their household waste.
He seized the opportunity when the cargo starship's energy shield had a brief gap during replenishment.
His body, like an agile civet, silently climbed onto the outer hull of the starship, then slipped through an inconspicuous maintenance hatch.
The entire process was seamless and fluid, alerting no one.
The starship's cargo hold was stacked with various massive shipping containers.
Wang Pingan found a container filled with cotton textiles, pried open the lock, slipped inside, and then locked the door from the inside.
The pile of soft cotton emitted a scent of sunshine and dust mites.
Wang Pingan buried himself within it, leaving only his eyes exposed, and vigilantly observed his surroundings.
About half an hour later.
Accompanied by a slight vibration, the cargo starship slowly lifted off.
Wang Pingan peered through a gap in the container, watching the familiar city outside the window shrink in his field of vision, eventually fading into a blurry speck of light.
Goodbye, Shen City.
And just as the cargo starship he was riding in broke through the atmosphere and entered the interstellar lane.
West City Scrap Yard.
Dozens of Garrison hovercars with flashing police lights roared in, surrounding the entire scrap yard completely.
A middle-aged man wearing a high-ranking officer's uniform, with a stern and majestic face, stepped out of a vehicle with a livid expression.
He looked at the chaotic scene before him, at the hovercar with its roof ripped open, and at the corpse inside that no longer resembled a human.
His falcon-like eyes burned with monstrous rage.
"Lock down the entire city!"
"Activate the SkyNet system and investigate all departure records from the ports!"
"Even if you have to turn all of Shen City upside down, you must find the murderer for me!"
His voice was cold and filled with murderous intent.
He was none other than Li Moran's father, the current head of the Li family, a man of significant influence in both the military and political circles of Shen City—Li Jianguo.
A massive storm that would sweep across all of Shen City was about to begin.
However, the culprit who had instigated this storm was currently lying comfortably in the pile of soft cotton, pulling up his system panel, and happily reviewing his gains.
[host: Wang Pingan]
[Realm: Fourth-Rank Martial Artist (blood qi value 1000 / 5000)]
[Strength: 100]
[Speed: 100]
[Physique: 100]
[Spirit: 100]
[Recovery: 100]
[pay-to-win points: 43865]
Looking at the number that had surged once again, a silly, content smile spread across Wang Pingan's face.