Under the secret arrangement of Ethan Eagle, he became a student at Xinghai Academy. After settling him in, Ethan Eagle left him some money and agreed to meet again after his university graduation in four years, at which point they would discuss revenge. After explaining everything, including some extremely subtle details to watch out for in case of danger, Ethan Eagle left Xinghai to take care of his own affairs.

Over the past two years, he had strictly followed Ethan Eagle's instructions, without any unusual behavior, only searching for information everywhere. Not only did he comb through the academy’s library, but he also visited almost every library in the university town, flipping through nearly all potentially relevant books. Although he gained a lot of knowledge, he still couldn’t find any information about the devouring ability.

Through two years of secret experiments and observation, he gained a little understanding of his own abilities, though most of it remained vague. What he knew so far was that his abilities seemed to be faintly divided into three parts within his body, each not interfering with the others. The abilities inherited from his father’s psychic mutation and his mother’s beast transformation surfaced, while the devouring ability seemed to be hidden deep inside.

When activating his powers, as long as he triggered that psychic force and beast transformation, both abilities could be activated instantly. As for the devouring ability, although he knew of its existence, it seemed it wouldn’t emerge unless in a critical situation. Moreover, the state after transformation was extremely strange. With previous lessons in mind, he didn’t dare to experiment lightly, so up to now, he still only had a vague understanding of his devouring ability.

Today, there was a small lecture at the school’s Institute of Supernatural Abilities. He went to listen, but found it was all clichés, covering only the most basic things. None of the abilities discussed included devouring, and he didn’t dare to ask questions himself, so in the end, he gained nothing.

Feeling that he had basically achieved nothing in the past two years, he was filled with frustration. So after school, he came here again to drink away his sorrows and think about his next steps.

Only half of the four years had passed, so it was obviously not the time to look for Ethan Eagle and the others. He had also quietly paid attention and found no news of Ethan Eagle and his group on the surface, so it seemed they were still operating in the shadows. Even if he went, he wouldn’t be of much use for the time being. For a moment, he didn’t know where to go or what to do.

Taking another sip of wine, he sighed softly. He had once been a simple young man, but now the deaths of the six members of Black Eagle weighed on his heart like a mountain. Yet he could do nothing about it, leaving him extremely depressed.

Unconsciously, the waiter kept refilling his glass, which made the people at the bar counter look on in surprise. What was going on today? The usually moderate drinker Mr. Carter, who hadn’t had more than three drinks at a time for a long while, was drinking so much again. This wine was strong—hopefully nothing would happen soon.

Now the bar was crowded with people coming and going, a mix of all sorts. Every day, some minor incidents would occur. Here, most regulars knew that the boss had a few burly men ready in the back, specifically to deal with drunk troublemakers, so no one would deliberately cause trouble here.

Although there were no major problems, minor conflicts happened almost daily. But as long as things didn’t get out of hand, the staff wouldn’t intervene, letting the guests resolve things themselves. Today, trouble found its way to Ben Carter, but since Ben Carter was in a bad mood, it was hard to say whether this was a blessing or a curse.

Chapter Four: Bar Hero

As Ben Carter sat there with his eyes closed, quietly enjoying his drink and pondering his thoughts, someone suddenly greeted him from the side, “Excuse me, sir, there are no seats over there. May I share your table?”

A clear and pleasant female voice spoke.

There was no doubt that bars were places full of opportunity and excitement—every man knew this.

Ben Carter had encountered such situations before: not enough seats, so sharing a table was normal. But after people learned his table number, most would leave, and later, almost no one came to share his table. He glanced sideways and noticed there were actually still seats nearby, so he wondered why this woman had approached him.

Ben Carter swallowed his wine and hadn’t yet replied. Perhaps worried that the music was too loud for Ben Carter to hear her, the woman leaned in a little closer and said, “Sir, it’s not very convenient over there. May I sit here with you?”

As she leaned closer, a fresh, natural scent—not the smell of cheap cosmetics—wafted to Ben Carter’s nose.

By the dim light, Ben Carter sized her up a bit. She was a young office lady with long, shoulder-length hair, dressed in a dark business suit with a short skirt. She had a great figure: a slender waist, full breasts, rounded hips, and long legs—he couldn’t see further down, but she had a good frame. Ben Carter was so busy looking her over that he hadn’t had time to speak.

In the dim light, Ben Carter’s actions weren’t clear. The lady glanced behind her, then, with a hint of urgency and apology in her voice, said, “Sorry to bother you. I just need to sit here for a moment. I’ll leave soon and won’t disturb you.”