After saying this, Allen was about to leave.

At this moment, Qin Tian suddenly spoke:

"You're going to rescue your companions, right, Allen."

Allen stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Qin Tian. Under the moonlight, his auburn hair tips gently swayed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You know me? Did you also see that bounty?"

"Yes." Qin Tian nodded slightly, a playful glint in his eyes, "A bounty of over tens of millions, that number is indeed tempting."

Unexpectedly, Allen didn't show a hint of vigilance but rather earnestly advised: "The Black Cloud Commerce Association has never been trustworthy. Even if you catch me, they'll likely find an excuse to renege."

He paused, adding, "Many people have ended up losing their lives for easily trusting the Black Cloud Commerce Association."

The Poisonous Widow couldn't help lifting an eyebrow, her red lips slightly pursed. This young man's reaction was indeed strange—he was warning potential captors like an old friend rather than being wary.

Qin Tian smiled slightly: "You're right, I never deal with those who are dishonest. Not to mention, with the recent confrontation, I'm already at odds with the Black Cloud Commerce Association."

Upon hearing this, Allen's tense shoulders noticeably relaxed. He scratched his head, revealing a signature sunny smile: "That's good. I still have to rescue my companions. If all goes well, maybe we'll meet again."

After saying this, he was about to leave.

"Wait." Qin Tian suddenly called out, "How are you planning to rescue your companions?"

Allen paused, remained silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "Originally... I planned to trade with other merchants for some healing herbs."

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of his clothes, "But now the bounty from the Black Cloud Commerce Association has made it impossible for me to move..."

Under the moonlight, the young man's upright figure appeared somewhat desolate. He took a deep breath, his voice filled with determination: "If there's really no other way, then I'll have to resort to stealing."

He said it lightly, yet it seemed to take all his strength. From a young age, Allen never thought he would one day go against his moral principles, to steal others' belongings. But at this moment, thinking of his gravely injured companion awaiting his rescue, his eyes became resolute once again.

"I can help you."

Qin Tian spoke up: "My ability is related to healing."

Upon hearing this, Allen's eyes immediately lit up with surprise:

"Really? You're not lying to me?"

Qin Tian smiled and cast a wisp of the Power of Life onto Allen.

Feeling the gentle energy flowing within his body, Allen shuddered as days of fatigue and hidden injuries rapidly dissipated under the nourishment of this energy.

He wasn't lying to me; he really can heal injuries.

Allen grabbed Qin Tian's hand, his voice slightly trembling with urgency:

"My companions are seriously injured, please save them."

"No problem, you helped me earlier; now it's my turn to help you. It's only fair, but..."

Qin Tian raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you worried that this might be a setup between me and the Black Cloud Commerce Association to trap you?"

"Not worried."

Allen replied firmly, "I trust my judgment."

It's not just judgment; he also trusts his choice and luck.

From childhood, Allen noticed that his luck was always exceptionally good. At the age of seven, playing in an abandoned mining area, he accidentally fell into a deep well but unexpectedly discovered a rare ore vein, saving his life and reviving the entire mine; at twelve, he saved a heavily injured old man in the slums, never expecting him to be a retired Spiritualist who not only healed Allen's congenital deficiencies but also guided him to awaken his Spiritual Energy talent, starting his path as a Spiritualist; at fifteen, he accidentally ingested a highly poisonous fruit, struggled between life and death for three days, not only surviving but also unexpectedly awakening a bloodline dormant for generations.

Since then, good luck has accompanied him. Most of the time, everything went smoothly; occasionally encountering setbacks and difficulties, but the final outcome was always good.

Just like as his father often said: "As long as you give your all and follow your heart, the God of Luck will always favor you."

Upon seeing Qin Tian and his companions under attack from the Black Cloud Commerce Association, his first instinct was to save them.

And now, he was also willing to trust Qin Tian and believe in his luck.

Seeing the determination in Allen's eyes, Qin Tian nodded:

"Alright, then lead the way as fast as you can, I can keep up."

"Mm!"

Allen took a deep breath, and a pale green glow suddenly emanated from around him. His toes lightly left the ground, his entire body seemed to be lifted by an invisible wind spirit, floating gently in the air. The night breeze swirled happily around him, gradually forming a rotating air current gently enveloping his body.

In the next second, his figure suddenly blurred—not as an explosive burst of acceleration but as if blown apart like a dandelion by the wind, naturally merging into the night breeze.

His auburn strands extended in the airflow, clothes fluttering, his whole being seemingly becoming part of the wind, gliding forward at an incredible speed, carving a beautiful cyan trail in the moonlight.

After flying for several hundred meters, Allen couldn't help but look back. Seeing this, he held his breath—Qin Tian's back revealed a pair of massive black wings, spanning four or five meters wide, shimmering with a metallic luster under the moonlight.

More astonishingly, he was effortlessly carrying the giant man and the woman in each hand, as if holding two feathers lightly.

What shocked Allen the most was Qin Tian's flying method—each flap of the black wings carried a mysterious rhythm, as if he wasn't fighting against the air, but resonating with the entire night sky. Though the movements seemed slow and graceful, the speed was startlingly fast, perfectly keeping pace with him.

"Focus." Qin Tian's voice suddenly echoed beside him, startling Allen, almost disrupting his wind flow.

Allen quickly gathered his thoughts, intensifying the green glow around him.

He no longer intentionally controlled his speed but completely opened his mind, allowing himself to fully merge into the flow of the night wind.

At this moment, he truly seemed to become the invisible wind, his speed suddenly increasing, yet swifter and more agile than before.

Crossing the city's boundaries, Allen stopped near a remote mountain in the city's outskirts.

His form landed softly like a falling leaf, the green glow around him gradually dissipating.

Looking back, Qin Tian and his companions had silently landed beside him, the black wings elegantly folding, finally dispersing into specks of black light in the night.

"Is it here?"

Qin Tian surveyed the desolate mountain beneath them, a curious glint in his eyes.

"It's here."

Allen nodded and said:

"My companions are hidden in a cave below, I'll take you there."

With that, Allen set off to lead the way.

At that moment, the sharp sound of clothing slicing through the wind emerged from the surrounding shadows, twenty figures materialized like phantoms emerging from the ground, instantly forming an impenetrable encirclement.

As moonlight was obscured by clouds, the foremost figure stepped forward half a pace, a violent spiritual energy wave spread like a tsunami, causing the air to tremble slightly.

This individual stood over two meters tall, muscles tightly knotted like rocks, arms exposed with crisscrossing scars, the most prominent being a knife scar stretching from the brow to the jaw, reminiscent of being torn by a beast's claws. His hair was a dull crimson, standing erect like steel needles, his eyes fixed on Allen, gleaming with a predatory ferocity.

The most striking aspect was the giant axe slung across his back—the axe blade was half a person high, with edges flowing a magma-like dark red glow, the handle wrapped in black beast leather.

"Allen, you finally returned."

The red-haired man grinned coldly: "This time, let's see where you can run!"

After saying that, he looked at the three behind Allen, his gaze pausing on Xiong's massive body momentarily, then glanced at the Poisonous Widow, licking his lips with a greedy look, entirely ignoring Qin Tian.

Good-looking and young, most likely just a pretty face.

Once Allen is captured, this guy will be dealt with first.

In this life, he hates good-looking people the most.

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