Chapter 221: Two Extremes in Opposition

The sky was shrouded in heavy clouds, a thick curtain pressing down on the atmosphere of the entire block. A faint breeze drifted by, sweeping up a few fallen leaves on the roadside. They scraped along the silent cobblestone path, carrying a biting chill.

The figures of Kanto and Lixy had disappeared into the distance. Standing on the street, Yuyou remained silent, his mind replaying the confrontation with Kanto just moments ago. Kanto's expression, his demeanor—so arrogant and out of sync with the world—had stirred ripples in Yuyou's heart. Outwardly, his gaze seemed calm, yet within, it churned like the deep sea. The passersby on the street, however, were oblivious to this silent turbulence.

At that moment, Yuyou stood before a crosswalk, his eyes fixed on the traffic light not far away. His face was expressionless, as though observing something, or perhaps nothing at all. The green light shone clearly, but he remained utterly still.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a crisp suit came running, his expression anxious, clearly in a hurry. He glanced at the green light, quickened his pace, and attempted to cross the street before it turned red. Just as he was about to pass by Yuyou, a hand suddenly grasped his shoulder without warning.

"Sir, the light is about to turn yellow. Please stop," Yuyou said calmly, his voice steady yet filled with an undeniable authority.

The man frowned, irritation flashing across his face. He shook his shoulder, trying to shrug off Yuyou's hand. "It's still green, kid! Let go of me, I'm in a rush!"

Yuyou raised his head, his gaze locking onto the man's with a calm intensity that seemed to pierce through him. "In one second, it will turn yellow. You can't make it across the street in time. You'll only end up dead."

The man, momentarily stunned by Yuyou's calm demeanor, instinctively halted. Sure enough, the green light blinked out, replaced by a yellow signal that quickly turned red. Almost instantly, the once-empty street filled with a rush of cars, their engines roaring and horns blaring sharply.

The man froze, still muttering under his breath, "If I ran fast enough, I'd have made it! Besides, no car would dare hit me!"

Yuyou's gaze remained as deep as an endless abyss. He stood silently, exuding an oppressive presence that gradually thickened around them. After a brief pause, the weight of his words finally broke through the man's stubbornness like a blade slicing through resistance.

"Even if you're rushing to close a business deal," Yuyou spoke slowly, his tone cold yet devoid of emotion, "if you defy the world's rules, you'll meet only one end—death by nothingness."

The statement carried no fluctuation in emotion, yet it emanated an undeniable force that struck deep into the man's core. His body stiffened, as if bound by invisible chains. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, dripping down his face. He opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat, refusing to come out.

He felt himself trapped in an unseen vortex, his strength sapped away, every fiber of his being screaming to submit to the aura emanating from Yuyou.

Yuyou glanced at him, then slowly released his grip. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving behind an air of indifference as though nothing had happened.

The man stood frozen, gasping for air until Yuyou's figure disappeared into the crowd. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he chose not to attempt crossing the street again. Instead, he stood still, waiting for the next green light.

As Yuyou calmly crossed the bustling street, his phone was pressed to his ear, his expression cold and focused. On the other end of the call was Chief Nagatani, his voice low and laced with worry. "Yuyou, the situation has escalated. The Watcher's influence is seeping into areas beyond our control. And this time, their target is extremely dangerous. Are you certain we should intervene?"

Yuyou gave a slight nod, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Chief, as long as there are still police in this world, even if the Watcher eventually takes over the order of things, we will uphold our duty without retreat."

He glanced at the coordinates displayed on his phone screen, his eyes flashing with resolve. "What's the location?"

The chief quickly relayed the address. Yuyou's gaze hardened as he noted the direction. With a swift motion, he ended the call, and in the next instant, his figure vanished like an untraceable gust of wind.

In the chaos of an underground arms depot, the walls were riddled with bullet holes, the floor littered with smashed magazines and broken crates. The acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air. Flickering lights cast a dim, erratic glow over the wreckage.

Kanto stood at the center of the ruins, a sniper bag slung over his shoulder. His lips curled into a maniacal grin as his voice rang out in the silence.

"Hahaha—! Simple, easy, these guns are ours now!" Kanto slapped the bag triumphantly, his eyes burning with unrestrained madness.

Behind him, Lixy cradled a jet-black sniper rifle, the metallic patterns on its surface glinting coldly. She remained silent, her steps light yet cautious, all the while internally lamenting her boss's deafening exuberance: Why does he always have to be so loud? It's like he's trying to bring the whole place down. Some assassin he is…

Despite her thoughts, she showed no outward frustration. She simply glanced at Kanto briefly, tightened her grip on the rifle, and kept moving. Long ago, she'd grown used to burying her emotions deep inside.

In the distance, the sound of sirens grew louder, accompanied by the faint roar of engines. Kanto seemed unfazed, his excitement only growing. He swung his bag over his shoulder and called out, "Lixy, time to scram!" His raspy, grating voice cut through the air like a rusty saw.

Lixy sighed inwardly, following him without hesitation. Her sharp gaze scanned their surroundings for potential ambushes or traps, even as her boss's antics grated on her nerves.

Outside the depot, a sleek black motorcycle awaited them at the exit. Its polished surface gleamed under the dim light, like a predator ready to pounce. Kanto leapt onto the bike and slapped the fuel tank, shouting, "Hurry up, Lixy! No dawdling!"

Suppressing her irritation, Lixy climbed onto the backseat with practiced ease, securing her position. Just as she settled in, Kanto twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle roared to life, shooting off like a bullet.

The wind whipped past them, sharp as knives against their skin. Lixy instinctively ducked her head, shielding the sniper rifle in her arms.

Kanto's laughter mixed with the engine's roar, echoing through the narrow streets. "Hahaha! Those useless cops can't touch me! Let's see if they can keep up!"

Lixy closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. Not even her headphones could block out her boss's obnoxious voice. Quietly, she muttered to herself, "Maybe one day he'll learn to tone it down…" The wind swallowed her words, leaving only a sigh in its wake.

The motorcycle sped through the night, darting down shadowy alleys. The sirens behind them faded into the distance, unable to match their reckless speed. Under the pale moonlight, Kanto's wild figure seemed even more untamed, while Lixy's silent composure stood in stark contrast—a calm stillness against his chaotic energy.