Chapter 283

After finishing the meal, Leitao gave a few brief instructions to the group before hurrying back to his room. He gently touched the Bagua Spinning Top, a flicker of anticipation and resolve crossing his eyes. In an instant, a flash of light enveloped him, and he was back in his modern-day safe house in Central Africa. The room was as familiar as ever, yet it felt cold and sterile—a stark contrast to the world of smoke, blood, and fiery spirit he had just left behind. Leitao took a deep breath to collect himself, then strode toward the garage. The high-performance black SUV sat silently, waiting like a loyal companion for its master’s call. He climbed into the driver’s seat with practiced ease and turned the key. The engine roared to life, shattering the surrounding silence, and he sped off toward the city's largest shopping center, tires kicking up dust in his wake. Inside, the mall was teeming with people. The cacophony of voices, upbeat background music, and overlapping promotional broadcasts from various shops wove together into a vibrant urban symphony. Bright lights from the ceiling poured down, illuminating shelves packed with merchandise; the dazzling array of goods made it feel like wandering through a vast treasure trove.