Daniel calmly looked at Morrison sitting across from him.
Seeing Daniel’s lack of reaction, Morrison couldn’t help but ask, "Aren’t you afraid?"
Daniel’s expression remained cold, "Why should I be?"
Morrison fell silent for a mont, then furrowed his brows, "I had everyone chased out, leaving only you here. Aren’t you curious why?"
Daniel took a sip of his coffee, appearing utterly uninterested in anything else, "Not curious."
For a mont, Morrison was at a loss for words. In his imagination, his entrance was supposed to be cool, awe-inspiring, and intimidating.
He had thought it would provoke a strong reaction from Daniel, but to his dismay, the man seed entirely indifferent.
Morrison felt a bit uncomfortable, "Aren’t you curious who I am?"
Setting down his cup, Daniel calmly stated, "Morrison, born in ’99, 24 years old, male, General Manager of Rebirth Corporation, a Level 3 Evolver with shadow powers. Would you like to continue with your self-introduction?"
Staring at the composed face of Daniel, Morrison’s eyes widened in sheer astonishnt, "Who the hell are you? How do you know so much about ?"
The hallmark of an Evolver is possessing unique abilities, powers that can accomplish the unexpected in the blink of an eye.
For instance, an Evolver with Enchanted Eyes can induce illusions or various states in anyone who ets his gaze, potentially affecting even those stronger than him.
However, once the opponent knows about this, they will go to great lengths to avoid eye contact, thereby neutralizing the threat.
That’s why Evolvers generally keep their abilities a well-guarded secret, which was also why Martin had classified Daniel’s powers as top-secret.
Morrison stared intensely at Daniel, "Tell , how do you know all this?"
Daniel t his gaze calmly, replying nonchalantly, "The Investigation Bureau’s intelligence division possesses world-class, if not unparalleled, information-gathering capabilities. As an investigator for the Bureau, it shouldn’t surprise you that I know these details."
Morrison couldn’t believe it, "Bullshit, the Investigation Bureau’s intelligence capabilities aren’t that extensive."
Daniel wore an odd expression. It seed that the shortcomings of the Bureau’s intelligence division were common knowledge. He offered no explanation; he felt no need to.
"Fine," Morrison conceded, "Regardless of who’s backing you, it won’t matter in the end. The world will ultimately belong to Rebirth Corporation."
Glancing around and noting that the café was emptied of other patrons, he continued, "Nine died by your hand, didn’t he?"
Daniel felt no need to elaborate. "Whether or not Nine died by my hand is irrelevant to you. Let’s get to the point. What do you want to do for you?"
Morrison’s expression flickered montarily, but he dismissed it as a facet of Daniel’s personality.
He burst into hearty laughter. "You’re a straight shooter—I like that!" Then, waving at his subordinates, he instructed, "Bring the items in."
Shortly, two black-clad individuals carried crates of gold into the café, placing them at Daniel’s feet.
Morrison was about to dramatically unveil the treasure for a visual impact when Daniel looked unimpressed. "This? This is far from sufficient."
Hearing this, Morrison’s outreached hand froze mid-air, his face incredulous. "You know what this is?"
Daniel looked at him impassively. "Gold worth nine hundred million. Not nearly tempting enough for ."
Morrison was stunned.
He glanced at the covered crates; they revealed nothing of their golden contents.
How had Daniel known?
Had he sohow anticipated even this?
Partially in disbelief, Morrison removed the cloth cover.
Under the café lights, the gold shimred, but no one was captivated by its gleam.
All eyes were on Daniel.
Cutting to the chase, Morrison asked, "You can have whatever you want if you join Rebirth."
Daniel deliberately refrained from refusing, instead pointing at Morrison’s clothing. "I want your wallet."
At those words, Morrison clamped his clothes tightly, his eyes wide with disbelief as they t Daniel’s.
The wallet was his secret, unknown to anyone but him. Was this re coincidence?
Forcing a tight smile, Morrison said, "There’s not much cash or any cards in my wallet. It would be useless to you."
Nonchalantly, he pulled out his storage wallet and tossed it onto the table as if it were just an ordinary wallet.
Daniel reached for it smoothly. "You understand, what I want isn’t inside the wallet."
With a flicker of thought, he stashed the golden safe into the storage wallet.
The movent was fluid, betraying his familiarity with such tasks.
Morrison couldn’t restrain himself any longer.
Slapping his hand on the table and abruptly standing up, he fixed a nacing gaze on Daniel, his voice barely restrained.
"How do you know about the storage wallet? Who are you? Who are all of you?"
A sense of unease began to pervade Morrison’s thoughts.
He had always considered Rebirth to be a mysterious entity.
Even the Global Supernatural Phenonon Investigation Bureau, a worldwide official organization, at best knew of Rebirth’s existence but had minimal insight into its inner workings.
Confronted by Daniel’s relentless revelations, Morrison’s inner turmoil crescendoed into fear.
What kind of organization was Daniel a part of?
One whose intelligence capabilities even surpassed that of the Bureau?
Daniel glanced up at the clock on the wall. "It’s about ti," he said.
Before Morrison could grasp what was happening, he saw Daniel rise and begin walking toward the café’s exit.
He looked at the storage wallet in Daniel’s hand and snapped back to his senses. "Stop him!"
Six black-clad figures imdiately lunged forward.
But by then, Daniel had already pushed open the door and stepped out of the café.
Unable to contain himself, Morrison bolted from his seat and dashed outside, only to realize that sothing was horribly amiss.
The bustling street was devoid of pedestrians, and even the café-goers they had just ousted had vanished without a trace.
Daniel, now across the street, turned his head and jauntily swung the storage wallet in his hand. "Thanks for the gift," he grinned. "I’ll gladly accept it."
"Who the hell said it was a gift?!" Morrison was about to curse aloud when a cacophony of roaring engines filled the air.
Everyone turned to see a fleet of large, nacing black vehicles speeding toward them.
These were no ordinary family cars. Morrison’s face twisted in realization.
"Fuck! It’s the Investigation Bureau’s special operations unit!"
"Run!"
But it was already too late.
A dozen black armored vehicles had filled the street and ca to a halt in front of the café.
As their doors swung open, fully ard soldiers poured out, swiftly taking their positions.
The barrels of their guns trained unerringly on Morrison and his crew.
Morrison’s eyes blazed with seething rage, wishing he could charge forward and kill Daniel right there. "You bastard!"
Daniel couldn’t help but smirk. "Want to kill ? Feel free to try, if you think you can weather this hail of bullets."
Right after using Ti Rewind, he had contacted the Investigation Bureau for backup.
At that mont, Mike and Julia erged from the crowd and made their way to Daniel.
Mike grinned from ear to ear, "Captain, you said thirty minutes. Not a second off."
Julia looked at Daniel, bit her lip, and finally managed to say, "Captain."
Daniel nodded with a smile, "If you’re uncomfortable, you can call by my na. No need to force it."
Julia glared at him, "Calling you ’Captain’ is simply out of respect for the Investigation Bureau’s regulations. Don’t get any ideas!"
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