Villains Aren't Chapter 14: ARC

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: ARC

The moon hung like a silver sickle over the silent roofs of Tan Wu City, casting long, spectral shadows across the Huo Clan’s guest courtyard.

Inside the lavishly appointed suite, Shen Haoran stood by the open window, the cool night breeze fluttering his silk inner robes.

In his hand, he swirled a translucent glass of deep crimson wine, the liquid catching the moonlight like a pool of fresh blood.

The silence was broken by the faintest ripple in the air, and without a sound, Qing’er materialized from the shadows behind him, her knee hitting the floor in a practiced, graceful salute.

"Young Master," she whispered, her head bowed in reverence.

Haoran didn’t turn around. He took a slow, thodical sip of the wine, savoring the tart, tallic undertone. "Report. Have you set the chess pieces as I commanded?"

"I have," Qing’er replied, her voice devoid of emotion. "Shadow guards have been stationed within Tan Wu City to monitor the ’Sect Master’ Lin Feng. His every movent, every al, and every breath will be recorded. As for the boy, Ye Bao... I have made initial contact. As you suspected, he was destitute and desperate. I have extended an invitation for him to join the initial ranks of the organization. He accepted without hesitation, believing it to be his fated opportunity."

Haoran humd, a sound of low, vibrating satisfaction. "Good. A Saint-grade physique is a rare tool. It would be a waste to let it rot in a gutter or be snatched up by a ’system’ user with delusions of grandeur."

He turned away from the window, his eyes reflecting the dark, cold vacuum of space.

The organization Qinq’er spoke of is sothing he had thought of. It doesn’t belong to his clan or his mother, but answer only to him.

This organisation is not a sect, nor was it a simple spy network, but sothing he created with the purpose of dealing with the ’anomalies’.

Trashy young masters who suddenly possessed the wisdom of ancestors; peasants with severed ridians who suddenly found becoming a genius; lucky fools who survived falls from ten-thousand-foot cliffs only to find secret scriptures, and many more.

In other words, ’Protagonist’.

He decided to na this newly founded organisation, calling it the "Anomalous Research and Containnt Foundation