Upon arriving at the hotel, Wen Jiang handed over 100 dollars, the fare for the ride.
The young man licked his lips, a hint of disappointnt on his face.
He had thought Wen Jiang, eager for information on the Sixth Division, would give him the extra 200-dollar tip as well. That way, even if he said nothing, he would still score 200 bucks for free.
That was generally the procedure.
Little did he know that if he didn’t speak, Wen Jiang truly wouldn’t pay.
Of course. Expecting money without providing information? Wishful thinking.
She had booked the hotel in advance without involving Hua Zhuo, using a fake identity throughout; her current na was Helena, a common and ordinary na in Xi Zhou.
Besides that, she had also leaked so information.
’Helena’ had a brother nad George who vanished at Ceylon Cetery five years ago. Helena now had a legitimate reason for being here.
Of course, this information was fabricated by Zero Egg, and Wen Jiang had also created so fake evidence in reality. But Ceylon Cetery didn’t have enough resources to verify this information. After all, tens of thousands died at the cetery each year; who would know which one was George?
Helena had sufficient justification for being here, enough to catch the Fiend Organization’s attention.
Zero Egg was sowhat baffled. "Are you here to find Xie Lingyu, or what exactly do you have in mind?"
As Wen Jiang pushed her suitcase into the hotel, she casually said, "Besides Xie Lingyu, I’m obviously here to get to the bottom of the powers behind Yu Jian."
Ceylon Cetery was definitely their backer; that much was certain.
No place in the world was more chaotic than Ceylon Cetery. Yu Jian, whom several Empires struggled to accommodate, could only thrive here.
She believed Yu Jian must have a prominent identity here, and the most obvious connection was likely with the Fiend Organization.
The Fiend Organization was a collective, but its ultimate leader had left no trace online. They had a motley crew of leaders, each with a variety of blood-curdling nicknas, making it sowhat challenging to pinpoint Yu Jian among them.
And the reason Ceylon Cetery had remained so arrogantly unregulated for so long was its backing by a UR-Rank Spirit Card Master—a luxury so small nations couldn’t even dream of.
Therefore, no one dared to outright provoke conflict with Ceylon Cetery.
Since she had already made an enemy of Yu Jian, it was only natural to strike the snake at its vital spot.
What’s more, Xie Lingyu was likely in one of the most crucial parts of Ceylon City.
The Fiend Organization’s headquarters was Ceylon Castle, the largest structure in Ceylon City, established decades ago.
Everyone knew of the place, but it was essentially off-limits to outsiders. And those who entered found it difficult to leave.
Hua Zhuo ssaged Wen Jiang, asking if she should have Zheng Xun contact her now that Wen Jiang had altered her appearance. Considering this factor, Hua Zhuo hadn’t let Zheng Xun reach out to Wen Jiang imdiately.
Wen Jiang refused.
The task she was undertaking was fraught with danger. Contacting Zheng Xun wasn’t a good option, nor was it necessary for the mont.
She had already made an impression on the young man in the taxi. If the Fiend Organization kept a tight rein over Ceylon City, she believed they would now be investigating her background, which would naturally lead them to the false details she had planted.
True to her predictions, when she left the hotel that afternoon, she imdiately noticed the young man. He was eyeing her, hesitating.
Wen Jiang pretended to be unaware and took a walk around Ceylon City. On the surface, it appeared to be a normal, modern city. However, among those walking there, aside from the majority of tourists, many had tense expressions and exuded strong hostility.
During her stroll, she witnessed several street fights that quickly turned bloody.
Furthermore, so people were summoning cards and directly engaging in Card Spirit battles.
Their levels were low, and no one stopped them.
Tourists naturally didn’t dare to go near. Wen Jiang glanced twice; watching R-Rank fights was like watching kindergarteners squabble.
Only when things went too far would Ceylon City’s patrol guards intervene, and then they would send the losing party, who often seed close to death, to the hospital.
There were no A-Level individuals or higher engaging in such fights.
The place was filled with bloodlust and violence; the very air seed charged with restless elents.
In Wen Jiang’s mind, ever since she got off the plane, a particular card had been flickering with a faint light.
It was the card of the Dividing Spirit of the God of Desire.
The card emitted a faint light. A dark aura surfaced over the slumbering man depicted on it, flowing into the card as if being absorbed. His breathing was shallow, as if he were about to open his eyes at any second.
Wen Jiang only hoped this Immortal wouldn’t open his eyes. Once he did, it would cost ten thousand. Who could afford that?
She walked around Ceylon City and received so peculiar and malicious gazes. However, when they sensed the aura of a Spirit Card Master on her, they wisely chose to retreat.
When she returned to the hotel, the young man she had t that morning approached and stopped her.
"Hello, miss." He was nervously wringing his hands. "I am Dejie, the one who brought you to the hotel this morning. Do you rember?"
Wen Jiang smiled faintly. "I don’t rember."
...Are you that young and already losing your mory?
Dejie pressed on, "Are you interested in the Sixth Division? I can take you there."
"Oh?" Wen Jiang’s eyes lifted slightly as she looked at him. "Didn’t you say at noon that you didn’t know?"
Dejie hemd and hawed, unable to say more, only repeating, "If you’re interested, I can take you there."
He had certainly told the Fiend Organization about my inquiries regarding the Sixth Division. Upon investigating, they must have found ’Helena’ to be a fish—albeit one with clear objectives—gotten interested, and sent this man to bring over. What happened afterward would not be the young man’s concern.
This ti, Wen Jiang didn’t refuse. "Okay."
Dejie’s eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically ushered Wen Jiang into the car.
He didn’t do anything else. After all, his only task was to bring Wen Jiang over; others would handle the rest.
When they arrived at the Sixth Division, they discovered the place was indeed well hidden. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary logistics company; nobody would guess this was the infamous Sixth Division.
Doing evil, yet they still know enough to try and hide it? How shaless.
Upon arriving, Zero Egg (the System) found itself in its elent, as even the Fiend Organization had to use the internet. However, this ti, Zero Egg encountered a tough nut and spoke, sowhat panicked, "Host, I’ve been stopped by an anti-theft program."
Zero Egg was no ordinary system. In the face of this world’s internet, it hardly felt threatened. Being stopped could only an one thing.
The Heaven’s Mandate System’s anti-theft program? Wen Jiang thought.
Zero Egg replied, "It should be. I saw the data flow matched its signature, so I didn’t dare to barge through and imdiately pulled out. I don’t know if it will trigger an alert."
If the Heaven’s Mandate System installed an anti-theft program here, then it seems I’ve found the right place. That System is a higher rank than Zero Egg. If it detected Zero Egg’s presence, it would also know I’ve arrived.
Wen Jiang wasn’t worried about her concealed identity. She had completely transford, from her identity down to her appearance, into another person. With Zero Egg’s aura hidden, even the Heaven’s Mandate System couldn’t detect her.
Wen Jiang said to Zero Egg, "Don’t move around recklessly from now on. Just stay put."
Zero Egg replied, "Got it!"
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