“Master, turn around up ahead and go onto another road.”
Ke Ling suddenly instructed, probably sensing some danger.
“Received.”
Yang Liuqing decisively followed the command.
She didn’t have a third eye, nor could she release her aura to probe.
By the time she spotted enemies, it would already be too late.
With Ke Ling’s support, she could avoid these risks.
“I drop.”
Ke Li casually tossed a bag into the greenery.
Yang Liuqing thought she was cursing.
Only after the bag landed in the greenery did she realize it was literal.
After leaving Gaofeng Main Road, traffic decreased significantly.
This instead made Yang Liuqing a bit uneasy.
“Ke Ling, once we pass the peak hours, won’t we be very conspicuous?”
“Yes, Master, so we need to find a new hiding spot now.”
Ke Ling nodded slightly.
As traffic grew thinner, any moving vehicle on the road would become especially noticeable.
“I drop~”
Ke Li ignored their conversation and continued tossing old clothes into the greenery at the next intersection.
No one could guarantee how effective it would be, but doing something was still different from doing nothing.
“Ke Ling, didn’t you say that the most dangerous place is the safest place?”
A dangerous glint flashed in Yang Liuqing’s eyes.
“Yes.”
Ke Ling thought she wanted to attempt a risky breakout.
“But we can’t turn back now.”
“No, I mean, the dangerous parts of West District Street might have a breakthrough point. Especially…”
As she spoke, Yang Liuqing revved the throttle and crossed the intersection just as the light turned from green to yellow.
The wind howled, drowning out their conversation.
At the same time.
‘Huh? How did I end up in Xunliao Bay?’
In another coastal area, the White-Haired Beauty appeared in a completely unrelated place, staring at a signpost in a daze.
This place was hundreds of kilometers away from Xiaoya Bay.
‘Strange, it shouldn’t be like this.’
She distinctly remembered taking the route toward Xiaoya Bay.
‘I should have asked someone to drive me.’
Tilting her head, the White-Haired Beauty let out a soft sigh.
Then, following the direction of the signpost, she ran toward Xiaoya Bay.
This time, there was none of her previous laziness.
With a single leap, she appeared a hundred meters away.
“Grandpa, I want a Legendary Magic Potion~”
In Pengcheng, on the top floor of a hundred-story building, a coquettish voice that made one’s body tingle rang out.
A young woman in a white floral cheongsam, with a long braid and a long face with slitted eyes, knelt on the floor, her hands resting on the thighs of a gaunt old man, her head tilted at a 45-degree angle.
It looked somewhat eerie.
The old man sitting on the single luxurious sofa had a broad frame, sparse hair, and many wrinkles on his face. He was over eighty, but his spirit was good, a glint in his slitted eyes. He laughed heartily:
“Hahaha, your brother Na Yang wants Shou Donglai, and you want a Legendary Magic Potion. Good, good, good, Na Yin, well done. Our Na family must be greedy enough!”
“Grandpa~ help me out~”
The young woman called Na Yin smiled like a blooming peach blossom, her voice even more cloying.
“It’s just a game item. I’ll get it for you.”
The old man patted Na Yin’s hair, a strange look flashing in his eyes.
In truth, he had already sent Hei Maliu and others to compete for the potion.
As for who would use it once obtained, that was hard to say.
“Tch, where the hell did he go?”
At that moment, a man in a black suit and red scarf, lean and wiry, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses—Hei Maliu—was searching for his target on the road.
His underlings were scattered around, some disguised as stall vendors, some as middlemen, and most as ordinary passersby who could move freely.
This kind of search efficiency wasn’t high.
But there was no help for it; only so many people could enter.
“I’ll just buy information.”
He took out his phone and entered the Dark Web, preparing to purchase intel.
The Dark Web was more active than ever, like a festival.
Countless pieces of information were refreshing, dazzling the eyes.
Information about Yang Liuqing was a mix of truth and falsehood, hard to distinguish.
Rather than waste time sifting through possibly useful intel, it was better to spend money to buy time and purchase from a real intelligence dealer.
If anyone on the Dark Web was the most reliable, it was naturally Dian Jing.
The most renowned hacker in the industry.
No one knew what Dian Jing looked like, whether male or female, or how old.
That person was like a mystery.
But that didn’t matter; reliable intelligence was what counted.
Hei Maliu quickly contacted her.
After all, the consultation fee was a thousand US dollars, and intel was charged separately. No wonder the response speed was fast.
In reality, it was an AI communicating with Hei Maliu.
“So boring. I wish I could go to Huaxia to compete for the potion.”
The real Dian Jing lay on a lazy chair, looking utterly listless.
Sun, sand, blue sky, white clouds, seabirds calling.
This was Xiaweiyi.
Not far from Huaxia.
However, the surrounding sea area was blockaded, making it difficult for Dian Jing to go there.
She wore a sexy swimsuit, brown wavy hair, blue eyes, yellow-white skin, a pretty face full of youthful vitality.
Hard to imagine that Dian Jing, who stirred up storms in the digital world, was a young woman in her early twenties.
This was quite different from people’s stereotypical impression of hackers.
On a small table beside the lazy chair sat a laptop.
The AI program ran automatically, requiring no attention from her.
Still, she had to check in from time to time.
Just in case the AI malfunctioned and ruined her reputation.
“Another buyer asking for the latest intel on Yang Liuqing? Seems lively. Too bad I can’t play along.”
Dian Jing tapped a few keys on her laptop and quickly infiltrated the network of Xiaoya Bay.
“Good thing they update slowly. If they replaced Yinte’er and Yinweida, it would be hard to break in.”
Bypassing the Great Wall Firewall was a piece of cake for a hacker.
What was truly troublesome was data separation and using Huaxia’s fully self-developed domestic alternative servers.
Without hardware backdoors, even with her godlike skills, she couldn’t achieve a perfect infiltration.
In fact, the AI Dian Jing used was a modded version of Huaxia’s open-source large model.
Such a thing, requiring a national-scale investment, she couldn’t possibly develop no matter how hard she tried.
Money was one thing, but researchers were another.
In this world, only two superpowers were qualified to develop AI.
“Found it. Out strolling on the street as bold as day.”
It didn’t take long for Dian Jing to identify the figure suspected to be Yang Liuqing through big data comparison.
Then, after filtering with AI, she locked onto Yang Liuqing riding a Hongda motorcycle, now wearing a tracksuit.
This was intel from fifteen minutes ago.
Dian Jing quoted a price of 500,000 US dollars.
The other side paid without hesitation.
“Ah, I lost out! Should have quoted a million!”
Seeing that result, Dian Jing was furious with herself.
As a professional intelligence dealer, how could she make such a low-level mistake?
If she didn’t lose, who would?
In reality, not earning more than expected was a loss.
Even if she’d quoted a million and they’d paid willingly, she’d still feel she’d lost out.
That’s human nature—insatiable.