noffsinger Chapter 79 Meeting with Hidden Edge
Chapter 79 Meeting with Hidden Edge
Chapter 79 Meeting with Hidden Edge
This residence is a duplex with a central atrium and a 200-square-meter garden balcony, where you can keep fish in a decorative pond.
The overall decor is based on low-saturation sophisticated gray, milk coffee, and off-white colors, with gunmetal gray and champagne gold matte metallic decorative elements to balance the warm and cool tones. The lighting design features a no-main-light layout, with recessed downlights and track lights arranged in a staggered pattern, creating soft light and shadow.
The soft furnishings are also refined and simple, avoiding excessive clutter and enhancing the sense of depth in the space. The furniture features clean lines yet maintains a sense of design, perfectly matching the modern and contemporary style.
Wei Feng helped put the computer and Mewtwo helmet in the study/e-sports room, feeling incredibly moved. The property here must be worth tens of millions, and there are also high property taxes and management fees to pay every year.
Unfortunately, I'm not cut out for this. I'm just an office worker, a junior manager of an education support project, and now I've become Wang Qing's assistant.
Wang Qing was wondering if the man in the khaki trench coat was still loitering around nearby. He had definitely followed him all the way here, and he needed to go out and lure the enemy out in the afternoon.
Depending on the circumstances, capture alive or kill the person for soul searching.
"I can't cook, how about I treat you to something to eat?"
Wang Qing has given him the order to leave. Actually, he can cook, and his skill level is equivalent to having collected all eight kitchen utensils made from meteorites that fell from the sky by ancient chefs.
"No need, I'm in a hurry to get back to the company. Also, Mr. Ye instructed me to have you sign this contract."
Wei Feng took the document out of his briefcase.
Wang Qing glanced at it twice, because listed companies are not allowed to employ minors, and the contract was not a labor contract, but a so-called pre-internship document.
Seriously, I'm speechless. Internships can even be pre-internships, which is basically just a pre-service informing document that you'll automatically become a full-fledged reserve once the time is up.
I signed it without looking at it carefully.
Despite the age difference of several decades, Wei Feng still forced Wang Qing to shorten his lifespan, saying, "Brother Qing, the group's branches in each state are training operators, and there are regular online training sessions. Your matter has already spread to other branches, but of course there's no rush; you'll have to go next year."
Wei Feng was obviously instructed by Ye Qinghan to say this, hoping to put some pressure on Wang Qing so that he wouldn't embarrass Ye Qinghan later.
Previously, Qi Du was in charge of this matter, participating in regular online training sessions and, of course, verifying the training results.
Wang Qing was speechless. "Don't even mention next year, you can do it now."
"I see."
After Wang Qing finished speaking, Wei Feng wisely left.
[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: Sharing my personal business card with you [Rap Master]]
[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: This is someone from the studio, a friend of Ali's. They only mentioned he's a major client.]
"Me, my, hair?"
Wang Qing was shocked. "What the hell is this talkative 'True Lord'?"
noon.
The makeshift hospitals have become modernized and intelligent.
Theoretically, one can abstain from grains at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, but this is not possible inside the makeshift hospital due to national circumstances. The spiritual veins are locked up, and one must use money to practice breathing exercises.
Maintaining vital signs at low cost still requires showing off food.
After spending some time in the duplex apartment, Wang Qing left his new home. Instead of rushing to the underground shopping mall to find Rapper Zhenjun, he wandered around first.
An Zhi and Liu Ziwen's tracking skills were terrible; Wang Qing could easily detect them without even using his divine sense.
But this man in the khaki trench coat was different. Like a ghost, he blended almost completely into the "background," his whereabouts unpredictable, and he was difficult to spot with the naked eye.
It was only because Wang Qing had an abnormally keen eye that he realized the person was indeed still following him.
It probably started when they left the garbage-ridden community, and even after they moved, they were still waiting around the area.
Wang Qing had plenty of money, so he found a nicely decorated restaurant and ate an expensive meal that contained elements of spiritual energy. During the meal, he didn't catch a glimpse of the man in the trench coat.
They then went to a coffee shop, trying to get the man in the trench coat to reappear.
It has to be said that the shopping area around the apartment complex provided by Ye Qinghan is really expensive. A cup of coffee costs Wang Qing fifty or sixty yuan. If this were the old cultivation world, it would be a killer, but unfortunately, it can't be replaced.
It would be quite unexpected to suddenly strike up a conversation at a restaurant while sharing a table, but it would also be abrupt in a coffee shop, which has a slightly more social aspect, though not as abrupt.
Just as Wang Qing had hoped, the man in the trench coat appeared, but he did so by sitting directly across from him with a coffee in hand.
Wang Qing glanced around, wondering if he had waited until there were more guests before sitting down.
But it doesn't matter.
Not from the investigation bureau? That's interesting.
Because "demon" is a sensitive term, it's called "mold" in the underworld slang.
Wang Qing's decision to demonstrate his skills in public at the Torture Chamber Club was due to multiple factors, with his conflict with the Spider Gang being just one of them.
Rumors circulate that these "models" love to come to places like this, looking for people who are desperate and have nowhere else to turn, then gently coaxing them into becoming members of the underground Communist Party, or even launching suicide attacks.
Fu Jun ————
Obviously the latter.
The rumors were confirmed, which Wang Qing found quite intriguing. Could this person be the mastermind behind the terrorist attack? It was very possible.
In the city of eternal night, the climate is artificially regulated, and the glass windows are mostly covered with a thin layer of fog. Warm yellow lights tear through the dimness inside, and the air is filled with the bitter aroma of coffee and an unyielding sense of stagnation. Soothing jazz music makes people relax.
Wang Qing didn't initiate a conversation; he just played online gambling games.
"Do you mind if I sit here? You seem a little unhappy."
The man in the trench coat had a deep, husky voice.
"Of course I don't mind, but if you're gay, I'd like to ask you to leave now."
Wang Qing pointed at the man in the trench coat and said, half-jokingly.
But the man in the trench coat had no sense of humor. After some investigation, he was shocked to discover that the Wolf King was actually Fu Jun's classmate.
Furthermore, the very fact that this person would borrow money from the Spider Gang at exorbitant interest rates, given his character, is highly suspicious.
"I just feel like I've seen you somewhere before, like in some underground fighting club."
The person who uploaded the video was not a thug who illegally filmed the footage, but him.
He paid people to film illegally inside, promising these hooligans a share of the profits from the bizarre videos on the dark web.
The scoundrel can't survive on this alone; he still needs to rely on the trench coat man's wages.
Wang Qing shut down the online casino.
The reason Wang Qing changed his testimony during the morning questioning was because he was worried that it might be discovered that he was the Wolf King, but that was a minor issue, as the Wolf King and Planck did not overlap.
There are advantages to being low-key, and there are also strategies for being high-profile.
■■The Demon Lord gradually taking control of the underworld and mainstream society is, of course, the optimal solution.
However, it can also be like it is now.
He directly led the demonic path to attack the Heavenly Court.
For the enemy cabin, it was two different levels of gore.
"So you're a die-hard fan, huh? How was the performance?"
"Absolutely brilliant."
"I don't have the habit of carrying a pen, so if you want an autograph, you have to prepare it in advance."
"I'm not here for an autograph, I'm here to tell you the truth about some things."
Special circumstances require special treatment.
This person is not someone who has no other way out. If other methods are needed to control him, the man in the trench coat has already perfectly controlled Wang Qing, relying on just one point.
"The truth of the matter—it's incredible! The truth about what? The history of the makeshift hospitals?"
Wang Qing thought this person was about to become valuable.
But quite the opposite.
The trench coat man's answer was closely related to Wang Qing himself.
"Of course not, it's your brother, Wang Jin, who died, the real cause of death."
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