Thud! Thud! Thud!!

Ning Fan's gaze was cold and indifferent as he mechanically stabbed Yang Beihai with his black sword.

Yang Beihai's stomach was almost completely split open.

Blood continuously gushed from his mouth as his hands desperately clutched Ning Fan's shoulders.

Finally, he lost his strength and slid off Ning Fan's body.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why it was this newcomer who had killed him.

What he didn't know was that the appearance of Hui Zi and Qiao Fei was meant to force him back to the Institute of Technology.

Yang Beihai knew there were three people alive, but only two had shown themselves. No matter where he fled, he might not be safe.

Only inside the Institute of Technology would be the safest!

Just before his death, Yang Beihai realized that he might have seen a man wearing a baseball cap entering the Institute of Technology amidst the fire, but he hadn't paid attention to it.

He had only met Ning Fan once.

He had never paid any attention to this little stray dog that Lin Chuan had just taken in.

Ning Fan coldly looked at Yang Beihai's corpse, making sure he was dead beyond any doubt, before lifting his leg and stepping over the body.

As he reached the doorway, he paused for a moment.

Then, a complex smile appeared on his face.

"Is he dead?"

Qiao Fei was still dealing with several guards when she saw Ning Fan walk out covered in blood. Her beautiful eyes immediately lit up.

"Yes," Ning Fan nodded. "Let's retreat!"

With that, Ning Fan immediately ran towards an alley.

After shaking off several pursuers, Qiao Fei and Hui Zi also fled in different directions.

Twenty minutes later, the three reunited at a pre-arranged location.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

"Dead as dead can be," Ning Fan said in a low voice. "I stabbed him to pieces."

"Alright," Qiao Fei's face showed no joy. "Are you coming with us, or staying behind?"

Ning Fan's heart skipped a beat.

He knew this was a choice he would have to face sooner or later.

Qiao Fei and Hui Zi had shown their faces at the entrance of the Institute of Technology; F32 District would definitely not tolerate them anymore.

Killing an ordinary person was one thing.

But killing a Level 3 researcher was a big deal.

Ning Fan was wearing a cap, and he had just joined the Stray Dog Pack. Almost no one knew there was such a person in the team.

So, he had a choice.

But for him, it was a difficult one.

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The revenge for the Stray Dog Pack hadn't been carried out yet, and he didn't want to be a deserter.

However, his mother was still in F32 District.

"Kid, don't be so wishy-washy. If you want to go, go. If you want to stay, stay. No one will blame you," Hui Zi suddenly tilted his head and said carelessly. "If we manage to get our revenge, we'll come back and let you know."

"Alright, let's go," Qiao Fei didn't wait for Ning Fan and called out to Hui Zi.

Just as the two were about to disappear into the depths of the alley, Ning Fan suddenly shouted, "I'll go with you!"

"What?" Hui Zi was incredulous. "Didn't you say before that you still have family in F32 District?"

"Yes," Ning Fan nodded. "I'll come back after we've avenged everyone."

"You're quite confident," Qiao Fei crossed her arms.

"By the way," Ning Fan smiled bitterly. "I think I have a Soul Servant now."

Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned.

"When did this happen?" Hui Zi's face was full of disbelief.

"Right after I killed Yang Beihai, I suddenly got the feeling," Ning Fan's smile became increasingly strained. "If only it had come earlier... that would have been better."

"Impossible!" Qiao Fei frowned. "Do you know what a Soul Servant is? How could you possibly obtain a Soul Servant within the district?"

Clearly, Ning Fan's situation was very strange.

Lin Chuan had mentioned before that Soul Servants were formed by the gathering of souls.

Ghosts and wandering spirits were everywhere in the wild, so it was easier for people to obtain Soul Servants there.

But within the district...

Although it couldn't be said to be completely peaceful, in their understanding, no one would obtain a Soul Servant within the district!

"I don't know what's going on either," Ning Fan had just obtained the Soul Servant and couldn't explain it clearly. "Otherwise, should I use it and let you see?"

"Let's not," Qiao Fei interrupted him. "There are monitors within the district. Once you use a Soul Servant, you'll be exposed!"

After thinking for a moment, Qiao Fei asked again, "Are you sure you want to come with us?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright, then when we get outside the district, show us your Soul Servant."

"Okay."

The reason Ning Fan decided to go with them was largely because he had obtained a Soul Servant.

Without a Soul Servant, he would have felt like a burden.

But now it was different; he could fight alongside Qiao Fei and Hui Zi.

"We still have time. Do you want to go home and take a look?" Hui Zi walked up to Ning Fan and asked softly. "Once we leave, we don't know when we'll be able to come back."

Ning Fan's heart clenched.

He had been away for several days and didn't know how his mother was doing.

He really wanted to go back and see her.

"Never mind," Ning Fan forced a smile. "I'm afraid if I go back, I won't be able to leave."

As the three began to discuss how to leave F32 District...

At Ning Fan's home.

His mother's figure was no longer on the bed.

The bed had been re-made with a snow-white sheet.

Beside the bed sat a man with delicate features.

The man wore a black robe with gold threads and shiny high-top leather boots on his feet.

In his hand, which was smoother than a woman's, he held a handkerchief over his nose and mouth.

"How on earth did they live in such a filthy place for over a decade?" the man muttered to himself, looking out the window. "This child, even with his mother so ill, doesn't even come back to check on her. He's out there running wild all day. How unfilial!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Curious, the man stood up, walked to the door, and using the handkerchief to cover the doorknob, opened it.

"Why is it so lively out there?"

In front of the door, a woman dressed in equally luxurious attire respectfully said, "I heard that the Institute of Technology caught fire, and a researcher was killed."

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

His smile was full of disdain.

"They're nothing but cockroaches living in a sewer. Why bother fighting to the death in their own nest?"

The man walked towards the street.

The woman immediately followed. "My King, aren't we waiting anymore?"

"No more waiting," the man's face was full of disgust. "I'm about to suffocate from the stench."