Dao Feng was also idly walking the streets outside when he suddenly heard a shout. A familiar voice cried out, "I'm with the Trant Mercenary Group!" A thought flashed through his mind, recognizing Wen Jing’s voice, and he immediately rushed in to see what was happening.

He never expected to encounter such a scene.

Wen Jing in his arms seemed boneless. A strange, vivid flush spread across her face, her breathing ragged and heavy. After calling his name, even her gaze had grown hazy.

He scanned the bar, quickly understanding what had transpired, and a surge of fury ignited within him.

The second-in-command among the young men also recognized the master of Gray Port. Terror contorted his face until it was twitching; his eyes bulged as if trying to pop out. His mind went blank, leaving him unable to even utter a plea for mercy.

The other young men who were mentally sound were no better off. They had heard Wen Jing's cries with their own ears. Now, the actual leader of the Trant Mercenary Group was here, and he clearly knew the beautiful woman.

The patrons of the bar had initially been sitting back to enjoy the spectacle. Having long grown accustomed to pirates and mercenaries co-managing Gray Port, chaos was routine, and a fight was one of their forms of entertainment. Since the pirate factions were driven out by the Trant Mercenary Group, such entertainment had become increasingly rare.

Seeing the situation turn sour, those patrons quietly began to rise, intending to slip out the back door. They looked at those young men as if they were plague carriers or ghosts, desperate to distance themselves immediately lest trouble find them.

"Without the pirates in Gray Port, you lot feel too full of yourselves and can’t resist stirring up trouble, can you? It was like this last time, and it’s like this now. But this behavior cannot stand; it must be suppressed! Do you think the Trant Mercenary Group doesn't dare to kill? I will kill this flock of chickens to show those monkeys outside!"

Dao Feng’s furious voice echoed through the bar. Suddenly, he thrust out his left hand, opening it wide as if grasping someone’s throat, and squeezed fiercely.

Throat Seizing Art!

Several young men instantly struggled for breath, clutching their throats as if trying to speak, but only hissing sounds emerged. Others, already paralyzed on the floor, had rolled their eyes white. Though they could feel the suffocation, they couldn't muster any defensive movements.

Dao Feng’s eyes glinted coldly. Slowly, he raised his hand. The young men rose with it, dangling in mid-air with their feet off the ground, kicking uselessly. After a while, their legs dropped limply, motionless.

The anger in Dao Feng’s heart subsided slightly, and he released his grip, letting their corpses drop to the floor.

The patrons who hadn't yet fled were scared stiff, nearly wetting themselves at the sight. The deterrent effect of killing with supernatural power was on an entirely different level than killing with firearms. The vision of those bulging eyes and engorged veins would likely haunt them for days in nightmares.

"Come out!" Dao Feng roared, slamming his hand on the bar counter.

The bartender shakily poked his head out from under the counter, his face ashen, pleading, "Lord Dao Feng, I have nothing to do with them, they—"

"Enough nonsense," Dao Feng cut him off. "When the patrol arrives shortly, you will go with them and give a detailed statement. Leave everything here to the patrol team to resolve. Do you understand?"

The bartender nodded frantically, desperately showing his compliance: "Yes, yes!"

At this point, Wen Jing’s body had become scorching hot, her consciousness deeply muddled. She called out Yang Ying’s name, clinging to Dao Feng’s shoulder, leaning toward him.

"What utter misfortune," Dao Feng muttered, unsure if he was lamenting himself or those young men. He and Yang Ying were one entity; he had just confessed matters concerning Katerina to Rudolph today, and now Wen Jing was in such distress tonight. To claim he had no part in it would be self-deception.

Moreover, even in her delirium, Wen Jing was still calling out his main body’s name. Describing this as profound devotion would be an understatement.

With one hand, Dao Feng grasped Wen Jing’s errant hands and pinned them behind her back. He shifted his stance, rushed out of the bar, and sprinted toward the office building. Along the way, he employed an illusion technique, making passersby ignore his presence.

"Strange. Nothing ever happened between the main body and her. Since the Titan Star incident concluded, the main body has barely seen her. How could she harbor such deep feelings?"

Dao Feng’s head began to ache from overthinking. In the end, he could only conclude that his understanding of women’s hearts was far too shallow.

In the secret base, Yang Ying opened his eyes. He felt something slick under his hand and saw Katerina lying in his embrace, a look of profound happiness on her face as she slept deeply.

Yang Ying listened to her even breathing and pulled her smooth body even closer.

At that moment, Dao Feng’s consciousness spanned thousands of kilometers, reaching his mind: “Wen Jing is so deeply devoted to the main body; how should we handle this?”

A thousand thoughts flooded his being. I am currently with Katerina; let me answer your questions first. The impact of the transfer is too great... I cannot answer. Yang Ying pondered, realizing he couldn't make an objective choice. There is only one question: if I accept Wen Jing now, what will Katerina think?

"That is an excuse. The clone and the main body share the exact same mind. We both know very well how kind Katerina is; if she learns of Wen Jing's feelings for you, she will undoubtedly do everything to facilitate it." Dao Feng accused the main body of seeking justifications for accepting Wen Jing.

"What about Wen Jing? How can we make her accept Katerina? We both know perfectly well that we won't allow Katerina to suffer even the slightest grievance." Yang Ying sought reasons to reject Wen Jing.

The situation was as if Yang Ying had cleaved himself in two: one side arguing yes, the other arguing no. Both knew the other intimately; fundamentally, they were one person—like two chips in a dual-core computer.

Yang Ying engaged in a dialogue with himself, trying to convince himself, seeking direction for his choice by examining his inner landscape.

"We have held affection for Wen Jing, ever since Titan Star. Can we truly be so ruthless?" Dao Feng posed the most direct question from his core, which was Yang Ying using Dao Feng’s voice to probe his own soul.

Yang Ying sighed, glancing down at Katerina’s face, seeming to resolve himself: "We both know that if we cannot be ruthless, then there is an opportunity right now."

"The opportunity? You mean transferring Wen Jing’s affection to me and taking advantage of her delirium to possess her body? What a despicable and shameless resolution!" Dao Feng continued to stand against the main body and shouted.

"This appears to be the best solution at this stage. You are me; if you accept Wen Jing’s feelings, it’s no different from the main body accepting them," Yang Ying maintained.

"But it makes a difference to Wen Jing. She loves the main body; even now, in her stupor, she calls out the main body's name—you can hear it too. Why not listen before deciding? Do you think possessing her body will magically transfer her affection? That's just wishful thinking," Dao Feng argued.

"We don't understand Wen Jing’s heart. How can we know it won't work if we don't try?" Yang Ying countered.

"Hmph," Dao Feng’s tone immediately sharpened, wanting to retort.

"Wait, I should say the next sentence myself." Yang Ying stopped him, offering a wry smile. "To use our will to decide on her body to test her feelings, based on that uncertain success rate, is the utmost disrespect to her. The moment I said that sentence just now, I must have been completely off my head."

By this time, Dao Feng had returned to the office building, but he didn't use the main entrance. Instead, he summoned a fierce gust of wind that enveloped him and Wen Jing, sweeping them up to the rooftop. Although Shrinking Ground would have been faster, Wen Jing’s ordinary human body couldn't withstand the immense pressure it caused, potentially damaging her internal organs.

Yang Ying decided to await the conclusion of his internal debate before taking further action.

Back in the top-floor office, Dao Feng still held Wen Jing close. She was now beginning to moan loudly with heat; if he were to let go of her hands, she would almost certainly start tearing at her own clothes.

There were no signs of rationality left on Wen Jing’s face; her eyes were filled only with desire. Her body constantly rubbed against Dao Feng’s, as if she wanted to fuse with him. Dao Feng could clearly feel her soft, resilient form.

Her garments were chaotically disheveled from the friction; several buttons had already vanished somewhere. Her collar was pulled open, revealing the white chemise beneath, which was also significantly pulled aside, exposing the rose-colored skin of her neck, dazzling the eye.

There were other areas where her clothing was revealing to varying degrees. Coupled with that face, which looked ready to drip blood and was full of bewitching charm, Dao Feng’s confidence in his self-control was rapidly diminishing.

"No, decide quickly! Have you given up on the idea of me taking possession of her body right now? Committing such an act, worse than a beast, requires tremendous fortitude." Dao Feng’s heart fluttered, and he tried to shift his gaze away from her.

Yang Ying felt a wave of empathy and sighed, "Send her to the medical attendant. Purge the toxin."

"Good." Dao Feng immediately carried Wen Jing into the elevator and pressed the floor button for the medical bay.

Yang Ying paused, then added, "This matter isn't over, but the remaining issues can wait until Wen Jing is lucid."

With that, he dismissed Dao Feng's concerns and began letting his hands wander over Katerina’s body. Wen Jing’s intoxicating allure had stirred his inner passions, reigniting the flames within.

Katerina vaguely opened her eyes. Feeling the movement beside her, she turned to see Yang Ying’s ardent gaze, letting out a soft moan and shyly opening her body and soul to him once more.