Mysterious Awakening

"Sorry, our company is temporarily closed and not open to the public..." as soon as Yang Jian walked into the building, security personnel immediately stepped forward to stop them.

However, Zang Hua's face set into a frown and she said without delay, "Your company is currently implicated in smuggling, murder, weapons, and many other crimes. We are now going to investigate your company thoroughly. Here is the search warrant, and you should cooperate with us immediately. If you continue to obstruct us, we have the right to detain you until this search is concluded."

The security staff were instantly stunned.

Yang Jian glanced at them without paying attention; he walked on, uninterested in following procedures. He was after results.

Without hesitation, he activated the Ghost Domain.

As the red glow emanated from him, he covered the entire building with the Ghost Domain, and the red light from the Ghost Domain was concealed, utterly undetectable to ordinary people.

"Hmm?"

Yang Jian's expression changed instantly as he saw that the Ghost Domain couldn't penetrate a certain room on the top floor of the building. It seemed that the room was coated with a layer of gold, barring the Ghost Domain's entry.

"On the top floor, Captain Zang, follow me."

Zang Hua instructed several government officials to stay and handle communication, then followed with the rest of her team.

Yang Jian said, "It's not very clear right now, but we will know shortly. There's no issue with the rest of the building, so there's no need to waste energy searching floor by floor. The only issue is with one room—if we can't find evidence there, then today's efforts will have been in vain."

"How can you be sure?" asked Zang Hua, somewhat unable to understand.

Yang Jian calmly replied, "It's nothing special, just a very common trick. If you were a ghost master at my level, you could do it too. It's like magic—mystifying to see, but once uncovered, it's just a matter of how."

He didn't go into detail, and although Zang Hua was curious, she didn't ask further.

These matters involved another level of things, beyond her authority to delve into.

"It seems the elevator is shut down."

The group arrived at the elevator only to find all of them out of service, the lights off, unresponsive to any button press.

"It was that security guard who turned it off, knowing we would come so he promptly informed others to shut down the elevator's power system," a government official whispered. "They're definitely stalling for time, maybe even destroying evidence right now."

"This Shangtong Tower was newly built the year before last, with a total of forty-five floors, over two hundred meters tall. If we have to take the stairs, it would significantly delay us."

Zang Hua's expression darkened: "Guilty conscience, there must be something afoot."

Yang Jian said nothing, just looked at the elevator.

"Ding-dong~!"

The elevator, which had its power cut, suddenly lit up and the doors opened.

"Go to the forty-fifth floor," Yang Jian said as he entered the elevator.

The others were filled with amazement and disbelief.

While the elevator had been out of service, it had inexplicably come back to life in the blink of an eye; to the uninitiated, it might seem haunted.

"An incredible ghost master," Zang Hua couldn't help but think to herself.

"Boss, it's not good. The elevator suddenly started working again, and that Yang Jian person is taking people up personally," the mixed-race female receptionist at the lobby immediately called to notify someone upon seeing the group disappear into the elevator.

"What are you doing?"

The nearby government official saw this and immediately reprimanded, "We are currently searching; no one is allowed to use communication devices."

"Xie Te, the little guy is quicker than expected... Stop him, make the elevator stop before the twentieth floor. My dear, I believe you can do it," a strange voice said in broken Chinese over the phone.

The mixed-race female receptionist glanced at the rising numbers on the elevator, then swiftly used her computer to stop it on the twentieth floor.

But just as she completed her operation, she found the numbers defying all logic, jumping from the tenth floor to the twenty-fifth, then to the fortieth... In the blink of an eye, it reached the forty-fifth floor.

"Boss, maybe you should come up with your own solution. The elevator is out of control, it must be Yang Jian's doing," the mixed-race woman replied in English.

Before she could finish, the arriving government official hung up her phone and sternly warned, "I've already told you, no phone calls."

"Sorry, sir, I didn't learn Chinese very well. Could you say that again?" the mixed-race receptionist said with a charming smile, feigning difficulty with the language.

Quickly.

Mister Yang reached the top floor.

As he and Zang Hua exited the elevator, they saw the lights in the hallway ahead flickering unnaturally, casting a previously bright walkway into a somewhat oppressive atmosphere. This was a situation that fell outside of his control within the Ghost Domain.

It was as if something influenced it.

He stopped in his tracks, eyes fixed on the end of the walkway.

A door stood there, resplendent and lavishly decorated.

"Is there a problem?" Zang Hua asked in a hushed voice.

"There's nothing to worry about," Mister Yang assured calmly, "Even if there's an issue, I can resolve it. But if today's matter involves a supernatural event, how should your end be arranged?"

"There's a situation here?" Zang Hua's expression shifted slightly.

"Not at the moment, I'm just asking in advance to be prepared," Mister Yang explained.

Zang Hua replied earnestly, "According to the protocol from above, as long as it involves a special incident, you have the full authority to deal with it, without needing consent from any department or considering the broader implications, as long as you can resolve the issue."

"That's good to know," Mister Yang said, "Let's go meet the boss of this company."

He continued forward, and at that moment, the flickering lights returned to their tranquil state, the entire walkway brightening up again as if all the abnormalities had eerily vanished.

Pushing open the grand door,

Inside the opulent, spacious office, a foreign middle-aged man in a suit, with golden hair, was nonchalantly picking a bottle of wine from the cabinet and opening it as he said, "I spent thirty million on this company's smart security system, yet it failed to stop Mister Yang for three minutes. Welcome to my office."

"To our first meeting."

The foreign man's face shone with an enthusiastic smile as he came over with a glass of wine, seemingly offering Mister Yang a hug. Stay updated with empire

"Are you sure you'll still be safe and sound after such a wholehearted hug?" Mister Yang tilted his head slightly, remarking.

"Only a devil would refuse a sincere hug from a man of faith. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Paul, the boss of this company. Although my Mandarin isn't very good, I don't believe you would mind, Mister Yang," the man, calling himself Paul, stopped and said with a smile.

Mister Yang scrutinized him and could confirm that this foreigner named Paul was not a ghost controller.

Nevertheless, there was indeed something extraordinary about this room.

Following his senses, Mister Yang looked over at the man's desk, "What's in there?"

"Your remarkable intuition truly surprises me."

Paul seemed taken aback, but then he chuckled, "I was hoping we could finish a glass of wine, light a cigarette, and then discuss today's matters. Your straightforwardness is making me doubt if you're genuinely Asian."

"There's no need to waste time. You knew who I was the moment we met, so you must have my information. Before the Dachang City incident, Wang Xiaoqiang hired some people through your company to cause me trouble, didn't he?" Mister Yang walked straight to the desk, not giving the other man any time for riddles.

"My purpose here is simple, to find evidence and jail you. If conditions allow, I wouldn't mind resolving this legally and properly right here, while also shutting down your company."

Paul replied with a smile, "Such a company isn't worth Mister Yang's personal attention to close down. My company can shut down at any time, as long as it pleases Mister Yang, you know? I've always looked forward to meeting Mister Yang. It's just the conditions didn't permit it. Today might be God's will, granting me the chance to meet Dachang City's hero, the legendary Ghost Eye, Mister Yang."

"Sorry, I don't quite grasp these Asian codenames; I prefer terms like knight, captain, or wizard."

Mister Yang didn't respond and instead walked straight to the desk and yanked open a drawer.

The locked drawer burst open and he tore it right out.

"Oh, my God, please be gentle. That desk came from America, made of oak, handcrafted and sixty years old. It has always been perfect in my eyes; well, it seems not so perfect now," Paul said with irritation.

The drawer was empty except for a CD.

A typical American-style CD that required a special player to produce sound.

"What's this?" Mister Yang asked, holding up the CD.

"It's a greeting, you might want to listen to it. It could be to your benefit, believe me," Paul said.

However, before he finished speaking, Mister Yang snapped the CD in his hand in two with a crisp sound.

"Sorry, I might have used a bit too much force," Mister Yang suggested his 'apology' with an expression that said he did it on purpose.

The smile on Paul's face stiffened instantly.

This guy just couldn't play by conventional rules.

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