I, the public enemy

Chapter 38 The Imperial Observatory

Inside the hard-stubble connection center.

To Mo Zhenxiong's surprise, the "order assignment" was not rushed. Instead, the two sat down for a long talk, and the blue-haired punk-style saleswoman went out to get a large table of braised dishes and drinks, and prepared some hearty dishes, the so-called "male beauty meal".

In Wang Qing's view.

Whether it's Yuan Jingang, who's in his fifties, or Mo Zhenxiong, who's in his seventies, they're from different generations.

But this person called the water ghost is different.

The normal lifespan of someone at the Qi Refining Realm is 120 years.

The Foundation Establishment stage is different. It usually lasts for two hundred years, and with the support of the psionic prosthetic body and those with great fortune, they can even live to around three hundred years old.

Kuang Bin is at the late Foundation Establishment stage and is already over a hundred years old.

In the old cultivation world, it was common knowledge that those who had lived past the age of sixty possessed both innate talent and physical strength, understood the principles of life, prosperity, death, and extinction, and had mastered the three fates. They had already established a complete worldview, and regardless of the depth or quality of this view, it was always logically self-consistent with few loopholes.

His vision of the world is clear, his thoughts on matters are meticulous, and his arguments are consistent from beginning to end, internal and external, forming a unique school of thought.

A thousand people, a thousand faces; ten thousand thoughts, ten thousand chapters.

Communicating with such people will also help Wang Qing better understand the ecosystem of the makeshift hospital, so that he can understand how the Heavenly Court can operate so effectively and how the Demonic Path is so ineffective.

"Respect is not sincerity, fear is not submission; it is the sharpness of knowing the situation. It's truly a case of things turning into their opposites when they reach their extremes; everyone is incredibly shrewd, and the world is filled with fools."

Kuang Bin also folded down his collar to drink.

The reason for covering his face with his collar is that below the bridge of his nose, half of his face is made of cold, hard, silver mechanical metal, and the exposed "gum" and extremely cold alloy teeth are terrifying.

Even though they hit it off immediately, Kuang Bin couldn't possibly reveal everything about his past.

I only briefly mentioned that the reason it looks like this now is because, according to the old almanac, when I was a water ghost, my life and fortune depended entirely on a pipe. I needed a trustworthy person to hold me, because the insurance compensation for this dangerous job was very high. I was tricked by someone else.

As for who this "other person" is, one can glean some clues from the complex emotions in Kuang Bin's eyes.

Wang Qing took out his phone and checked the time; it was already late.

I have things to do when I get home tonight.

Yesterday I learned how to create PDF files and ebooks, and I also learned AI-assisted 3DMAX modeling and rendering software and PR video editing software. I am fully capable of creating modern diagrams and quickly breaking down the difficult and key points of techniques.

It's essentially the kind of easy, one-click installation that was popular on the old internet, guaranteed to teach you how to do it.

Yuan Jingang and a few others should be given special attention and training.

The old tradition of founding masters establishing schools and sects is no longer popular, especially on the 21st floor of the cabin.

It's a company club activity, maximizing efficiency. No need for gratitude, just keep things under control.

Wang Qing has already arranged different top-level techniques for each of them based on their physical attributes. He'll finish editing them tonight so they don't all fall apart when the Southern District is massacred later.

"Your words are the culmination of over ten years of diligent study. That's all for today. Since I've come to you, I have to pay you whether I do the work or not. Fifty thousand is still too little; I'll give you two hundred thousand first."

Wang Qing knew that this person was currently out of work, so he transferred 200,000 yuan to show him his capabilities.

He has 3.5 million on him.

Ali had his tongue cut out by Xiao Su and his gang. They sponsored him 300,000 yuan, which was used to reimburse Yuan Jingang for the helmet he bought and the rental fees for three cold storage facilities, totaling 600,000 yuan.

There are currently 2.6 million left.

"No reward without merit, rules must not be broken, if it's said to be 50,000, then it's 50,000."

Even 50,000 is not a small amount, but that's the appearance fee for the water ghost. Even if the meeting doesn't result in a cooperation, he still has to pay 50,000 regardless of whether he kills the person or not.

"This is a deposit. Don't take on any other work for the next two weeks. I have something big planned. Mo Zhenxiong knows that the businesses I do are all multi-million or even hundreds of millions."

Wang Qing was not referring to imaginary numbers.

The price agreed upon with Xiao Su is 50,000 yuan per gram, which is 100 million yuan for two kilograms. This is no joke.

Kuang Bin didn't look at Mo Zhenxiong, but he knew that what he said was true. This man's knowledge and experience far surpassed his own.

Moreover, there was the time when I first used my divine sense to probe him.

"OK."

Kuang Bin didn't hold back either.

[USER: [Transfer 200000.00]]

【Mountain and Sea Viewing: [Transfer received]】

Wang Qing got up, picked up the Mewtwo helmet that Mo Zhenxiong had cracked, the one he won at the Mercury Group, so that he could experience the uncensored, fully immersive Black Mewtwo.

As long as there is a pre-recorded cassette tape.

"I will let you know when the time comes, Ghana."

After saying that, Wang Qing left the tough connection center.

Only three people remained at the prosthetic clinic.

"Just who is this guy?"

The young female teller was puzzled. The man looked younger than her, but these past few days, even seasoned veterans in the underground shopping mall, including someone like Master Kuang, who was at the top of the underground scene, had all been following his decisions.

"Just focus on your work, little girl, don't ask so many questions."

Mo Zhenxiong naturally knew what was going on.

Kuang Bin suffers from cyberpsychosis. Even in the early stages, medication can be effective, but sometimes his thinking is confused and he speaks without thinking.

"Tell me honestly, is he... a member of the demonic path?"

Kuang Bin stared coldly at Mo Zhenxiong.

At first, after exchanging only a few words, Kuang Bin, at the late Foundation Establishment stage, already possessed a divine sense capable of covering tens of square kilometers, and was about to directly investigate Wang Qing's background.

With his keen eyesight, not relying on divine sense but only on his naked eye, he observed that Wang Qing's physical age was less than twenty.

However, his consciousness was easily countered by Wang Qing without any effort.

Kuang Bin believed that he had already cultivated the top-level mental technique, "True One Knowledge and Hearing Technique," which was a high-level mental technique belonging to the police force.

The Heavenly Court Council has a supervisory department called the "Imperial Observatory".

Intellectual property rights are the lifeblood of makeshift hospitals, and all methods must be certified by the Imperial Observatory.

Without patents, not on the list, and not subject to regulation, this method is divided into three levels—blue alert, orange alert, and red alert—based on its spread and usage.

A blue alert means it's okay not to get certified; you can do it on your own and no one will bother you.

An orange alert has been issued, indicating that the virus has already spread to a certain extent. However, considering the teacher-student relationship or close blood relatives and friends, the virus will be subject to certain supervision to prevent further malicious spread.

A red alert is extremely serious, has a wide reach, and its usage is unclear. It will be classified as a criminal offense, and illegal gatherings will be classified as organized crime activities.

As for demonic arts, they are different; they are on an urgent blacklist, and the counter-terrorism mobile team will come to eliminate them immediately.

If a patent is certified, industrial waste and exam-oriented education materials are not within the scope of this discussion.

It is divided into civilian, commercial, police, and military uses, covering a comprehensive political, economic, and military system.

Although there are no clear grades within each major category, and they are only divided into various types according to their usage, it is clear in the patent certificate which is more destructive and suitable for combat.

While military applications are generally superior to civilian and commercial applications, the civilian techniques possessed by certain aristocratic families are not within the scope of this discussion.

For those who follow the rules, the rules seem tailor-made for them. For those who create the rules, the rules can be arbitrarily changed according to the current situation.

Just like the beef on instant noodle packaging, some people think the picture is for reference only, while others think what they see is what they get.

Kuang Bin used to work in the special forces. The more a company reduces costs and increases efficiency, the more shady things will emerge. Moreover, the kind of underground work that water ghosts do is something that ordinary people would never take on. The spiritual cultivation method they practice is a stolen police technique.

however.

Wang Qing easily countered him; his divine sense was as powerful as the guillotine of the Execution Platform, and was not even in the same dimension.

That's why Kuang Bin had this idea.

Mo Zhenxiong was terrified and didn't respond.

Wang Qing's identity is far more complex than that. He is not only a member of the demonic path, but also an extraordinary one. The demonic path is a secret society with organized, disciplined, and meticulous operations, but he built his own power all by himself.

It's unclear whether this mission was arranged by the demonic forces or if there's a deeper mystery behind it.

Seeing that Mo Zhenxiong didn't respond, Kuang Bin felt that he had tacitly agreed.

Wang Qing transferred 200,000 yuan to him and immediately paid off the debt he owed Mo Zhenxiong.

Kuang Bin didn't leave immediately. He raged, smoking one cigarette after another until he stubbed out the last one in the pack, then pulled up his collar to cover his mechanical face.

"It doesn't matter, I've wanted to do it for a long time anyway."

After saying that, Kuang Bin also left the prosthetic clinic.

Mo Zhenxiong pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, knowing that things were beyond repair.

He immediately made a phone call.

[Dad, what's wrong?]

"I'll transfer you 500,000. Leave Cangzhou in the next couple of days, preferably tomorrow, the sooner the better."

Mo Zhenxiong had been a prosthetic doctor in the underground shopping mall for decades, so this amount of savings was naturally not a problem for him.

[So sudden? No, I just got off work. You have to tell me why, right?]

"I'm in big trouble. I can't explain over the phone. Anyway, you need to get out of here right now."

Mo Zhenxiong looked somber.

Unlike Yuan Jingang, who only had one person to feed and no one else to worry about, he also had a daughter.