Evan’s kick landed squarely on Fante Zhang’s backside—

  and pain shot up Evan’s leg like he’d kicked a steel pillar.

  What is this guy made of? Titanium?

  But there was no time to complain.

  “Drive! Now!” Evan shouted at the taxi driver.

  The driver hesitated, frozen between fear and confusion—

  so Evan grabbed a thick wad of cash from his bag and shoved it into the man’s arms.

  “Go!”

  That instantly enlightened the driver’s soul.

  He slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the taxi shot forward with a roar, tires screeching.

  Zhang Breaks Free — and the Organization Strikes Again

  Seeing the taxi pull away, Zhang erupted.

  His muscles swelled, skin hardening into metallic armor.

  With a furious roar, he tore himself free from the gray old man’s grip.

  The three black?clad attackers had numbers, but Zhang was in his prime—

  while the gray old man’s body was clearly deteriorating with age.

  Even so, the three coordinated perfectly:

  The gray old man swooped like a bat, blocking Zhang’s path

  One attacker launched a psychic blast

  The other spat milky threads, weaving a web mid?air

  Their goal was simple:

  Don’t let Zhang reach the taxi.

  Let Evan escape.

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  Because as long as Evan carried the fourth?tier extract,

  they could track him anywhere.

  Red Light Crisis — Solved With Money

  The taxi sped through the streets—

  until it suddenly braked.

  Evan panicked. “Why are we stopping?!”

  “Red light,” the driver said, pointing ahead.

  Evan didn’t argue.

  He scanned the driver’s payment code and transferred 100,000 on the spot.

  A pleasant notification chimed from the driver’s phone.

  The driver’s aura changed instantly.

  “Hold on!”

  He stomped the accelerator so hard it felt like he was trying to kick through the engine.

  The taxi launched forward with V8?level force, weaving through morning traffic like a slippery eel.

  Within minutes, Zhang and the three attackers were nowhere in sight.

  Escape Successful — But the Real Problem Remains

  Evan collapsed into the seat, exhausted but alert.

  “Don’t drive straight. Take turns. Lots of them.”

  “Got it!”

  The driver swung the wheel aggressively—

  so aggressively Evan nearly lost his breakfast.

  After seven or eight sharp turns, Evan begged him to slow down.

  Twenty minutes later, after zigzagging through the city,

  Evan finally felt certain they’d shaken off all pursuit.

  But he couldn’t relax.

  The Organization could track the fourth?tier extract.

  He had to get rid of it.

  Throwing it away was wasteful.

  He couldn’t absorb it.

  The only option was to sell it.

  And only two entities were wealthy and trustworthy enough to buy something so valuable:

  EvolutionTech Group

  LifePharm Corporation

  Both were continent?spanning giants with deep backgrounds and impeccable reputations.

  The driver told him Blackrock City had only one EvolutionTech extract store—downtown.

  “Take me there.”

  Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped near the store.

  The driver wanted to escort him personally, but Evan stopped him.

  “Just tell me the way. I’ll go alone.”

  The driver reluctantly handed him a business card.

  “Call me anytime. I’ll come right away.”

  Evan nodded, stepped out, and headed toward EvolutionTech.

  Money can’t solve everything… but it sure solved that red light. Evan’s running out of allies, out of time, and definitely out of luck — but not out of cash.

  So here’s the question for you:

  If you had a fourth?tier extract worth a fortune but also a death sentence, would you sell it, hide it, or gamble and keep it?

  Tell me your survival strategy — I’m curious which path you’d take.