Chapter 658 - 414: The Furious Captain! Sweeper Squad Activated!

Chapter 658: Chapter 414: The Furious Captain! Sweeper Squad Activated!

The Great Eagle Federation, an industrial city in the east.

Around nine in the evening, 101 Bening Street, like a festering scar, sprawls deep within the run-down district.

Rainwater mixed with unidentified dirty liquids gathers into pools of dark brown on the uneven cement pavement.

The air is thick with a pungent blend — rotting garbage, cheap alcohol, the stench of urine, and a smell reminiscent of dead rats.

On either side of the street, abandoned shops have boarded windows, and in relatively "sheltered" corners and under eaves, lie the forgotten shells of this city.

Wrapped in blankets or cardboard that have long lost their original color, exuding strong body odors and musty smells, are various silhouettes.

Each one a hollow-eyed addict, shivering as they hug their knees.

They pile all their possessions beside a handcart — disheveled homeless people, and some idle black men whose eyes rove the street corners.

These homeless are like a heap of crumpled packages, scattered across the cold streets, sharing this neglected corner with the occasional rat scurrying by.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

The sound of a cane tapping on the ground echoes in Bening Street’s murky air, unhurriedly resonating with a peculiar rhythm, piercing the mumbling of addicts and the heavy snores of the homeless.

A figure slowly approaches along the boundary between streetlights and darkness.

The elderly man wears a crisp dark Zhongshan suit, his posture tall and upright like a pine, starkly contrasted against the surrounding decay and desolation.

The flickering yellow streetlight spills over him, outlining a halo of dim and mystical light.

Lu Xuan stops, lifting his eyes slightly.

The rusted street sign on the left with "101 Bening Street" is faintly discernible under brown stains.

His face devoid of any extra expression, he slowly raises his hand and retrieves a meticulously folded note from the inner pocket of his chest.

The note unfolds to reveal clear handwriting in pen: 45 Bening Street.

His gaze briefly shifts between the note and the street sign, Lu Xuan’s eyes slightly gleaming.

"Hmm, this is the place."

He murmurs, his tone without a hint of surprise.

Don’t misunderstand, Lu Xuan hasn’t made a mistake — he came deliberately to this mixed haven adjacent to his target location, Bening Street.

According to intelligence, three patriotic researchers will depart from house number 45 across the street tomorrow.

The core of his mission is not the overt close escort, but to hide in the shadows as a final insurance.

Setting eyes in this lawless land, if the return journey proceeds smoothly, he will quietly fade away.

Should the Great Eagle Federation dare attack secretly, in the instant the escort encounters an accident, that’s when Lu Xuan, this "Seal of Stability," unleashes his power.

In the moment the enemy believes they have succeeded, with their guard at its lowest, he will deliver a lethal strike to turn the tide.

After putting away the note, Lu Xuan grips his cane and strides steadily, slowly merging deeper into the shadows of 101 Bening Street.

Previously, two invited National Martial Arts Grandmasters, who have reached the pinnacle of Transformation, had already convened with the three distinguished researchers.

Their position is at 45 Bening Street, sharing the same street number as the slum beneath Lu Xuan’s feet.

Yet, they are seemingly two entirely different worlds.

Across, 45 is a neatly planned, tree-lined affluent area, facing the filth and chaos of 101 slum across a river, even less than a kilometer in straight-line distance.

A not-so-wide, but murky river serves as a clear demarcation, segregating paradise from hell.

On the other side, exquisite villas dotting the landscape, meticulously guarded by white fences and dense greenery, are brilliantly lit and serenely tranquil.

Lu Xuan stands still in a shadow, his gaze reaching over the decrepit street beneath him, across the river that symbolizes the boundary.

The Embracing Elixir Realm’s cultivation endows him with vision far beyond ordinary people.

Thus, Lu Xuan can clearly see the villa across the river, marked prominently, seeing shadows flicker occasionally in the windows.

He can even vaguely sense the two Grandmasters’ deliberately restrained vigorous blood energy, along with the distinctive ordinary aura of the three researchers.

Two Transformation Grandmasters preside in the open, while in the shadows Lu Xuan, the Embracing Elixir Grandmaster, holds the line — all to ensure absolute security.

On his third day in the Great Eagle Federation, Lu Xuan is aware of the rules governing this area.

The federation’s guards here are nominal, security relying on community self-governance — or rather, on whose power is stronger.

These few days, Lu Xuan utilized his Extraordinary Body Technique and acute perception of energy flow.

Almost effortlessly, he could hide in forgotten corners, avoiding all unnecessary troubles.

In the next moment, Lu Xuan walks towards the end of the street, where lies a small patch of woodland abandoned amid urban development.

Though not dense, it is sufficient to provide temporary shelter.

For him, resting overnight on sturdy branches is far safer than mingling on the streets.

After all, the addicts and gang members lingering along the street wouldn’t care less if you’re an elderly.

They act entirely on a whim, robbing when in good spirits, and adding a senseless beating when in bad spirits.

Especially targeting someone from the east, discrimination and malice are almost blatant and undisguised.