RYEY -Chapter 415 Capturing the Supernatural Agent (Part 1)

Fortunately, the tiger was still loyal enough. After eating Hu Lata’s Rebirth Pill, it opened its huge mouth and let out a loud roar. In an instant, all the beasts attacking it fell silent.

When the supernatural users inside the cave sensed something was wrong and quickly came out to investigate, the striped tiger, along with a few bears and another tiger, unexpectedly turned against them.

They charged at the supernatural user. The agent panicked—he knew his wife could control the beasts, but her ability to protect herself was weak.

Suddenly, the situation had completely reversed. Originally, Hu Lata had to deal with this agent, a large group of beasts, and a mysterious person hiding inside the cave with unknown abilities.

Now, it was the agent’s turn to protect his wife in the cave while fighting a large group of beasts—and also guard against sudden attacks. The injured bear and the big tiger lying outside were all the result of his ruthless strikes.

Hu Lata, of course, wouldn’t miss such a golden opportunity. He gathered all his True Qi and struck the agent with full force—but unexpectedly, the person he was protecting suddenly stepped in front of him.

That person was struck so hard that they fell to one knee, unable to move for a long while. Although the agent was behind them, he still felt the backlash—his lungs felt pierced, and he gasped for breath.

But the agent was a supernatural user. Sensing Hu Lata had no power left, he prepared to deal the finishing blow. At the most critical moment, Ye Xiaolin’s gun fired.

Ye Xiaolin had sharp eyes; even through the thick smoke, he could quickly distinguish Hu Lata from the agent. However, his shot went slightly off, hitting the agent’s leg instead.

Supernatural users are formidable. Feeling the airflow hit his body, the agent instantly performed a rapid retreat, dodging the bullet entirely.

Ye Xiaolin didn’t dare fire again—the pistol had limited bullets. Each shot counted, and he still had many things left to do. He couldn’t afford to shoot recklessly.

At this moment, both sides were at a disadvantage: one severely injured, the other depleted of True Qi, neither daring to act rashly. Unexpectedly, Cheng Qiao rushed in, giving the agent hope.

In his urgency, he forgot Cheng Qiao’s abilities from yesterday. Only when her poison struck his wife, causing her to collapse and die, did he remember that this woman also had secret weapons.

He hesitated briefly and made a decision. If he didn’t act now, he would surely die—the opposition had three people. By the time Hu Lata recovered, he would have no chance of victory.

So he decided to seize Cheng Qiao now, knock her unconscious, and at least have a hostage—even if escape was impossible. Seeing how much they valued this woman, she must have some unknown worth.

He recalled the striped tiger’s excitement when it saw the golden object Hu Lata produced. Though the visibility was poor, the glimmer of gold was unmistakable—a valuable item.

Especially since the big tiger, after eating the golden pill, turned against his wife, proving the pill’s extraordinary value. Needless to say, this precious item must have been made by Cheng Qiao.

Though the agent lay on the ground, he felt a surge of malicious intent seeing Cheng Qiao approach. Even if he couldn’t catch her, he would destroy her.

With that, he hurled a dagger straight at Cheng Qiao’s throat—using all his remaining strength. At such close range, there was no way to dodge.

Hu Lata was desperate, unable to intercept the dagger. Ye Xiaolin grew even more anxious; the dagger moved faster than his legs. By the time he reached Cheng Qiao, the dagger was already at her nose.

The agent laughed, thinking he had finally killed her. But the impossible happened—Cheng Qiao suddenly vanished.

Everyone stared in disbelief. The person who had just been standing there was gone, leaving only footprints on the ground.

The agent shut his eyes and opened them again—still nothing. Cheng Qiao’s figure had vanished. A surge of fear filled his heart; he felt as if he wanted to die.

Cheng Qiao wasn’t human—perhaps a demon—with abilities no human could resist. He had underestimated her; so had everyone in their country. She was a true supernatural user.

Hu Lata knew Cheng Qiao could hide objects using her ability but hadn’t expected she could hide herself. His tense heart finally relaxed.

Seeing the agent’s terrified expression, Hu Lata took a deep breath, seizing the moment. Circulating the remaining True Qi in his Dantian, he lunged forward.

Before the agent could react, a thin silver rope appeared in Hu Lata’s hand, binding the agent’s hands firmly behind his back.

Ye Xiaolin, seeing the silver rope, was thrilled. Could this be the “Immortal Binding Rope” his father had mentioned? He’d heard that ordinary supernatural users could be suppressed if bound by such a rope.

But such a rope required a supernatural user to wield it—ordinary people couldn’t. He quickly approached, picked up an unbroken stone, and smashed it on the agent’s head.

The agent’s eyes rolled back; he was completely unconscious. Hu Lata had finished the binding and collapsed beside him, also losing consciousness.

“Cheng Qiao, come out—Senior Lata has fainted,” Ye Xiaolin shouted to the sky.

Cheng Qiao reappeared, placing her fingers on Hu Lata’s pulse. Her expression immediately changed—the pulse was so faint it was barely there.

Hu Lata had exhausted his supernatural power, his life slipping away. Cheng Qiao immediately fed him a Rebirth Pill.

Ye Xiaolin multitasked, watching Cheng Qiao heal Hu Lata while keeping an eye on the two agents, knowing that the female agent was already dead but still needing caution—supernatural users weren’t like ordinary people.

A warm sensation spread through Hu Lata’s chest, circulating along his meridians. Slowly, he finally opened his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said.

Hu Lata handed a porcelain bottle to Cheng Qiao. She understood immediately, carefully removing the stopper and pouring some onto the female agent’s body.

A flame quickly ignited—but thankfully, there was no black smoke, indicating the woman’s body was free of poison.

“Uncle Lata, here’s the bottle back. Also, these are Health Pills I gave you before. Take them like candy when you’re free—they’re good for your health.”

Hu Lata nodded, finally realizing the power of the Rebirth Pill. To be able to take one of these fate-reversing pills was an immense blessing.