noffsinger Chapter 78 The Hunt
Chapter 78 The Hunt
Chapter 78 The Hunt
It was 11 a.m.
Under Ye Qinghan's order, Wang Qing must move out of the garbage-filled community with its elevators today.
Although Wang Qing said he didn't need a moving company at all, and that he only needed to take very little, and would just throw away anything he didn't need.
But Ye Qinghan still insisted on having Wei Feng come over as an assistant.
Inside the low-rent housing.
"Wow!"
Wei Feng glanced at the wardrobe. Apart from the custom-made stone gray suit, all the rest of the clothes were identical black tracksuits.
All Wang Qing needed to take were the Mewtwo helmet, the computer, and the plush puppy he won from the claw machine.
Everything else is irrelevant.
The move was completed once Yuan Jingang drove the motorcycle he bought to the new community.
This computer was always running offline. Wang Qing used it to edit PDF documents of cultivation techniques, but it didn't matter. Wei Feng wouldn't suddenly have the brain fart to want to see what he usually did with the computer.
Although there are few suspicious points, it's always best to be cautious.
After packing everything.
Wang Qing then prepared to pick up the black backpack that was stuffed bulging on the bed.
"Let me take some. I'm supposed to be helping you move, but I've become the supervisor."
Wei Feng picked up his backpack and felt that the contents were a bit strange. "It's so heavy, what's in it?"
It's hard not to be curious; it's clearly not filled with books.
Wang Qing's expression turned unexpectedly serious. "Four million in cash."
Not only in Cangzhou, but almost all local governments have huge amounts of unexplained wealth, which is related to taxation and crime. Therefore, solving the Spider Gang is not only about reducing the market share of human extremism, but also about taking over money laundering in the gray industry.
The difference between black and gray industries is that as long as taxes are paid, it is not considered a black industry. Casinos disguised as arcades and brothels disguised as massage parlors are all contributing to Cangzhou.
The bank cards used in the underworld were overseas accounts opened by Yuan Jingang. The registrant was not Wang Qing, but they could not withstand the subsequent large-scale transactions, so a public account was needed.
Xiao Su and his group only used cash; the money Mo Zhenxiong received from selling Anzhi's equipment was deposited into this account.
Wang Qing's money could be transferred between his official identity and his underworld identity; this was known in the trade as "money laundering." After getting to know Mo Zhenxiong, he helped him avoid some of the related risks.
Wang Qing now has five million yuan on him, but not much left in his bank account. After Fu Jun's terrorist attack, he withdrew the money. Buying refining materials online requires qualifications, so he can only buy them on the black market. He must refine weapons fiercely to suppress his enemies.
"That's the spirit we need!"
Wei Feng, of course, did not believe it.
If it's money given by Mr. Ye, there's no need to use cash.
Four million? Wei Feng is considered a high-income earner in Cangzhou, with a monthly salary of over 2. He would have to save for more than ten years without eating or drinking. But how could that be possible? He couldn't save that much even in decades.
However, it was better to carry the heavier items myself. I put down my backpack and helped Wang Qing carry the heavier computer and helmet, and also took the clothes and package.
After packing everything into a large box, Wei Fengxuan used his mobile phone to control a drone produced by Mercury Heavy Industry. The drone flew in through the window, was secured by a robotic arm, and then flew towards the parked vehicle.
"Aren't you at the late stage of Qi Refining? You should be able to handle these things easily, yet you're using a machine."
Wang Qing slung the cash bag over his shoulder and casually started a conversation.
Wei Feng seemed unaware that he had just escaped death. "We who work in big factories are products of exam-oriented education, and we're all worn out by now."
"Okay, you drive there later, and I'll follow you on my bike."
I've never driven the car that Yuan Jingang bought for me, so I'll give it a try today.
"Bike?"
"It's normal that you're an older person and don't understand. Nowadays, it's popular for students to race motorcycles."
"COOL."
Wei Feng was speechless. It's been popular for a long time, okay? When I was in college, the fastest legend in the West District was all over you.
Ten minutes later.
Wei Feng drove his car at high speed on the ground road. He didn't have much stuff; his computer and helmet were just in the back seat.
Yuan Jingang is a discerning person. With the budget of 500,000 yuan given by Wang Qing, he couldn't buy a car that was too high-end. However, it was a hybrid engine that combined gasoline and spiritual energy. The driver's spiritual energy could amplify the torque, but if a spiritual energy of the late stage of the Refining Realm was injected at once, it would burn out the engine. It couldn't achieve unlimited performance.
In the motorcycle world, sportbike models are no longer aesthetically pleasing; they are now typical street bikes and heavy motorcycles.
Wang Qingyi, dressed in all black sportswear, sped along the road in his roaring, chrome-steel beast.
The asphalt road gleamed with a damp, cold light, and the engine roar crushed the clamor of the traffic. Wang Qing leaned over the handlebars, his fingers gripping the throttle tightly. The black and red motorcycle sped through the long street, weaving through the traffic like a dragon, splashing two streaks of silver water as it churned over puddles. It rode swiftly, cutting through the wind, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.
When Wang Qing bought this car, he planned to personally wreak havoc on Kabukicho and quickly travel to various locations, but now there is no need for that.
This car can still be modified; we'll talk about that later.
There's a new situation now.
Wang Qing noticed a silver-gray sedan following him, always keeping a distance of one or even three cars, yet it managed to keep up even through so many bends, demonstrating its extreme familiarity with the roads in Gray Core City.
This is not a red-light district.
Divine sense detectors are everywhere.
Wang Qing only caught a glimpse of the person in the driver's seat through the rearview mirror. It was a guy wearing a khaki trench coat, with an ordinary appearance and nothing memorable.
People from the investigation bureau?
It's not impossible. If we were to investigate thoroughly, we would find that there were many things I did wrong in the first few days after I arrived at the makeshift hospital.
He was texting while riding his bike, which is obviously a violation of traffic safety.
[USER: Don't let Ali come this afternoon. Have Ali find someone from the studio to show me around. Just say it's a big client.]
Kuang Bin and Yuan Jingang have clashed with the Spider Gang, so they need to avoid contact during this period.
But we can't throw the baby out with the bathwater. We still have to get on with our work. We can't stay passive all the time. Wang Qing will kill any investigators, no matter what.
It's perfectly reasonable for college students to experience the dream of wearing sunglasses.
The worst outcome would be the same as Ao Jing's, where there is still room for maneuver.
At worst, I'll slaughter the 21st floor and once again demonstrate the Emperor's Technique, the Outer Path Body Beyond Body.
Wang Qing typed rapidly and continued driving.
After half an hour.
The apartment provided by Ye Qinghan.
The View Bay Shore in the East District is considered to be a place with a lot of dog owners.
The bustling southern district, where land is extremely valuable, is still filled with high-rise buildings.
The difference is that there are no coin-operated elevators, the security guards are like male models in shopping malls, the community has no separation of people and vehicles, and each household even has its own independent underground garage.
Even though it's a high-rise building, it's still one of Ye Qinghan's own properties.
The garden trails feature distinct layers of landscaping on the slopes, blending native vegetation with precious greenery. Streams meander along the way, marble walkways lead across the water, and luxurious metal pergolas are hidden in the shade. When the wind blows, the branches and leaves sway gently, and only the sound of forest breeze and birdsong can be heard, making you feel as if you are in a secret urban paradise.
Standing by the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city, Wang Qing felt that it was indeed a completely different experience from living in a low-rent apartment.