Chapter 103: Madness (Seeking Subscriptions!)

“Danger...”

“No, that's not right. This ominous feeling—it's not directed at me?”

Tang Mubai drove while stimulating his sixth sense, probing the sudden surge of foreboding that had arisen in his heart. He realized it was not aimed at himself; instead, it seemed to envelop the entire Maple Leaf City.

Was someone planning to destroy the city? Or had a deadly epidemic broken out within its borders? Tang Mubai could not grasp the source. After all, the sixth sense was not clairvoyance, and since the threat wasn’t targeting him directly, discerning its origin was nearly impossible.

Unable to pinpoint the danger, he decided to wait and see, but before that, he had to ensure the safety of everyone at his base—the little cousin, Xu Dalu, Fang Shuixian... nothing could happen to them!

He pressed the accelerator, pushing the SUV to its limit, racing first to the Miracle Restaurant to pick up Xu Dalu and Zhou Yun. Ignoring their questions, he rushed back to the base.

Arriving just as Fang Shuixian was leading his little cousin and a group of elders and children, chatting and laughing, toward the gate.

With a screech, Tang Mubai hit the brakes, jumped out, and blocked their path, frowning, “Aunt Fang, where are you all going?”

“To the All-Star Concert!” his little cousin replied eagerly, “Brother, you went visiting relatives without telling me, I worried all night! You have to buy me something tasty as compensation!”

She licked her lips, clearly imagining some delicious treat.

“Alright, I’ll get it for you tomorrow,” Tang Mubai answered absently, his gaze still fixed on Fang Shuixian as he asked again, “All-Star Concert?”

“Yes,” Fang Shuixian smiled. “It’s just nearby at Huimin Square. Tonight there’s a concert, with thirty or forty celebrities performing. If you’re free, you should come with us. You’re always so busy—take this chance to relax.”

Tang Mubai didn’t hear the rest. The moment Fang Shuixian uttered “Huimin Square,” the ominous premonition intensified dramatically, leaving no room for doubt—the source of danger lay in Huimin Square!

In this new world, celebrities existed, but their status and popularity paled compared to Earth. Here, true stars and idols were the gifted martial artists—even the master-level warriors were celebrities. Those who sang, danced, or acted were popular only with ordinary people. Entertainment like television and movies served as occasional relaxation for martial artists; after all, constant tension and relentless training were detrimental to their long-term progress.

If not for the foreboding, Tang Mubai might have joined them. But now, with his sixth sense pointing to Huimin Square as the source of danger, he couldn’t let his little cousin and the others go, no matter what!

“Celebrities’ concerts can be watched on TV. Let’s go to the cafeteria and watch together,” Tang Mubai said calmly, trying to dissuade them.

“It’s not the same!” his little cousin protested, shaking her head. “Watching on TV and being there in person are totally different. Hehe...”

“How about next time, I take you to a special concert?” Tang Mubai forced a smile, exchanging a meaningful glance with Fang Shuixian.

“No!” The little girl tilted her head defiantly. “I want to go now! Huimin Square is close, Auntie said it’s just five minutes’ walk—isn’t that right, Auntie?”

“...Yes, but Auntie suddenly remembered there’s fire deer meat still cooking in the pot. How about we finish cooking it first, then go?” Fang Shuixian, catching the hint, played along.

“Hm…” The little girl hesitated, biting her plump hand, clearly conflicted.

“Enough, no more fuss. Let’s cook the fire deer meat. If you don’t eat it, I will,” Tang Mubai said, beckoning Xu Dalu and Zhou Yun to head inside.

“No, you can’t eat it! The fire deer meat is mine!” the little girl squealed, rushing to hug Tang Mubai, who promptly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, laughing as he headed home.

Fang Shuixian stayed behind, persuading the others to return to the cafeteria. The little cousin was oblivious, but the elders sensed something amiss. Experienced and shrewd, they lacked Tang Mubai’s abilities but could read his demeanor—if he didn’t want them to go to Huimin Square, something was surely wrong there.

With that in mind, several elders cooperated with Fang Shuixian, convincing everyone to watch the concert on TV in the cafeteria.

Tang Mubai carried his little cousin home, and Fang Shuixian soon returned, heading to the kitchen to cook the fire deer meat. Xu Dalu and Zhou Yun sat in the living room, puzzled, whispering to Tang Mubai, asking what was happening.

Tang Mubai offered no explanation. He went to his bedroom, retrieved a human-skin mask, and instructed them to keep an eye on his little cousin and not leave the base. Then, offering an excuse, he left the house.

He closed the gate behind him. The source of danger was Huimin Square, so close that he couldn’t be sure the base would be safe. He had to go there himself, to sense the threat directly and uncover what was happening.

He hurried on foot. As he reached Huimin Square, the foreboding transformed, intensifying into full-blown crisis—a sensation that sent chills crawling over his scalp.

Already, crowds had begun to gather, groups drifting toward the central stage. Yet the invisible threat told Tang Mubai: the center was perilous—

No, not just the center—the entire square was dangerous!

Tang Mubai moved swiftly across the square, but wherever he went, the intangible crisis lingered, never leaving his mind.

Huimin Square could accommodate fifty thousand people at once. For such a vast space to be saturated with danger, it could only mean one thing: the ground beneath the square was riddled with bombs.

Only then could the threat envelop the entire area.

“Someone intends to blow up the square, slaughtering tens of thousands attending the concert?”

Tang Mubai’s spine turned cold. Monstrous—utterly devoid of humanity! To attempt the simultaneous murder of so many... what degree of depravity was required for such madness?

The stage, assembled and ready for tonight’s All-Star Concert, was nothing but the centerpiece of a diabolical plot!

He had to stop it—stop it at all costs!

But how? The mastermind, bold enough to orchestrate such a massacre, would be fully prepared. Destroying the stage or knocking out the performers would only provoke them to detonate the bombs prematurely.

No, the bombs buried beneath the square were the key. Disarming them or disabling the detonator might save far more lives.

With this resolve, Tang Mubai expended five hundred years of his lifespan, raising his perception to the extreme—twenty.

The sudden surge left his mind blank and aching, the world spinning and overturning. After a moment, he gradually regained control, tempering his heightened senses to normal levels.

He amplified his sixth sense, seeking the location of the detonator.

Before, he could only sense the crisis within Huimin Square. Now, the source of danger became clearer, if still vague.

Following the feeling, Tang Mubai darted across the square, his gaze finally landing on a security guard—

No, not quite—on the walkie-talkie in the security guard’s hand!