“This guy is kind of annoying.”
Dian Jing crossed her long, slender legs, revealing a flash of skin.
“Hello, this price is impossible.
Please buy from someone else.”
“Xiao Qingqing, did you cut too hard?”
Ke Li looked at Dian Jing’s reply, blinking her bright eyes.
“Master, give a real quote next time.”
Ke Ling read some impatience from the text.
This Dian Jing seemed not as patient as Yang Liuqing had imagined.
“Hmm, maybe I’m making too much profit.”
Yang Liuqing nodded and decided to use up the balance in his account.
Spending someone else’s money didn’t hurt at all.
Seeing such a sincere offer, Dian Jing gladly accepted.
If they kept haggling, the deal would definitely fall through.
Her earlier refusal was just for show.
If Yang Liuqing went silent for a while, she would start to panic.
An information broker is still a broker.
Earning less feels like a loss.
She would grab every extra cent she could.
Especially since the total amount of Pizza Coins was worth nearly a million USD.
If she truly didn’t love money, she wouldn’t be in this business.
“Hah, women.”
Yang Liuqing suddenly understood—the earlier conversation was all an act.
“Master, you’re a woman too,” Ke Ling reminded him gently.
“Xiao Qingqing is ruthless even to herself,” Ke Li said with a grin.
This little one seemed to be asking for some discipline.
“Master, how did you know she’s a woman?”
Ke Ling suddenly realized something was off.
Yang Liuqing looked innocent.
“Her profile said female.”
The two little ones exchanged a look like they were staring at an idiot.
“Listen, Xiao Qingqing, don’t trust everything online.
The water runs deep—you can’t handle it.
Just because it says ‘female’ doesn’t mean it’s really a woman.
What if it’s a trap?”
Ke Li pointed a finger, her face nearly pressing against his.
“So what?
It’s not like I’m looking for a partner.
Even if there were seventy-two genders, it wouldn’t matter.”
Yang Liuqing blinked.
“I guess that’s true,” Ke Ling admitted, realizing she had been too hung up on being correct and had lost the point.
Whether Dian Jing was male, female, or rainbow-colored, it didn’t matter.
Online, if she claimed to be female, then she was female.
Like Yang Liuqing said, it’s not a romantic relationship.
A femboy, 108 genders—all just symbols.
“I feel like Xiao Qingqing cleverly changed the subject.”
Ke Li made a finger-gun gesture and rested her hand on her chin, her face screaming “suspicious.”
“Stop fooling around.
Let’s look at the intel.”
Yang Liuqing lightly tapped her head and turned his attention to the screen.
Dian Jing had sent a text file.
He clicked and it downloaded automatically.
It was a PDF file that didn’t need extraction.
“That thoughtful?”
He couldn’t help but be surprised.
“With that much money, the service has to match.”
Ke Li leaned in, her face pressed against Yang Liuqing’s as they watched the screen.
Ke Ling did the same.
“Are you two trying to make a sandwich?”
Feeling the softness on both sides, Yang Liuqing gave a wry smile and opened the file.
There were quite a few purchase records.
Looking just at usernames, there was no way to tell who these people were.
But it was true—information bought with money was good.
Dian Jing thoughtfully provided corresponding profiles and background on the forces behind them.
“Hei Maliu of the Na Family in Pengcheng… That family came from the Capital City to expand.
Interesting.”
Seeing a thin man in a black suit with a red scarf and gold-rimmed glasses, Yang Liuqing wanted to smash those glasses on the pretentious jerk.
He scrolled down and saw a familiar face from last night.
“Crimson Hound… That bastard is also a Capital City mercenary.
Why are those Capital City big shots so bad?”
“I thought Lingnan would have more factions involved, but it turns out Capital City is the main source,” Ke Ling said with some surprise.
But thinking that Pengcheng was practically a Capital City enclave, she let it go.
“That Fist Tyrant from last night was also a Capital City mercenary, right?”
Ke Li recalled Yang Xu who intercepted them.
If Chen Yanran hadn’t shown up, it would have been a tough fight.
Yang Liuqing still lacked experience facing multiple opponents.
Moreover, Fist Tyrant Yang Xu was a notch stronger than Crimson Hound and Scarface.
Of course, Yang Liuqing could handle it better now.
After a night of growth, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
An average A-rank Transcendent would need an extraordinary superpower just to pose a threat.
“Oh, so Scarface and Fist Tyrant are both Ba Ye’s men.”
Scrolling further, Yang Liuqing realized his earlier guess was a bit off.
Scarface and Fist Tyrant belonged to the same faction, while Crimson Hound was a true mercenary.
No wonder that guy bolted so fast.
It was just a job; no need to risk his life.
“The Na Family and Ba Ye are clearly two different forces.”
Ke Ling mapped out the Capital City factions.
“There are also people from Flower City, but Dian Jing didn’t provide corresponding Transcendent intel.
The buyers are clever—they deliberately held back information from Dian Jing.”
Ke Li looked at the next piece of intel, lost in thought.
Maybe Dian Jing also held back some info.
No matter what, the enemy count was only increasing.
Knowing some was better than none.
“I don’t see the Chen Family of Goose City.
They probably have their own intelligence network.
After all, they’re the local tyrants.”
Yang Liuqing wasn’t surprised.
Powerful local factions like that could dominate their region.
Getting intel on him would be easy.
In contrast, thugs like Scarface had to rely on manpower and sweeping searches.
Obviously, Yang Liuqing had misunderstood Chen Yanran’s arrival last night.
He thought she had pinpointed his location.
In reality, it was a coincidence.
Only after she left did he realize she had run into the real target.
With such a good intelligence network, she would have caught him within one night.
Actually, last night’s MVP was Crimson Hound.
Too bad he exited first.
That gave Yang Liuqing some breathing room.
“Xiao Qingqing, an international friend has set her sights on you.”
Ke Li scrolled down and found a petite girl who looked like a doll.
“Puppeteer, an A-rank Transcendent assassin from Lucia.
Is she just in Hua Xia on a mission?”
Yang Liuqing scrolled to check her info.
The content was sparse—just a few lines, not even her abilities.
Dian Jing was a bit stingy.
Couldn’t she throw in some freebies to lure customers back?
“What bad luck, she just happened to be nearby,” Ke Ling sighed.
Professional assassins, even at A-rank, were extremely troublesome.
Their combat experience and killing ability were far beyond ordinary A-ranks.
“Xiao Qingqing, there’s additional info below.”
Ke Li pointed a tiny finger at a line of small text.
“P.S. The Puppeteer usually operates alongside War Machine.”
Yang Liuqing read it aloud, feeling a bit better about Dian Jing.
That was clearly a special favor.
People in the information trade were indeed sharp as hell.
Having that information versus not having it was like heaven and earth.