I, the public enemy

Chapter 6 Hard-Branch Connection Center

Gray Core City, South District, Underground Street.

The red brick and green tile buildings are decorated with LED strip patterns. The streets are narrow, crowded with shops and winding alleys.

The fluorescent tubes at the storefronts were rusty, and the entire street was made to look pink by the dazzling array of directional signs.

"It's just ahead."

Yuan Jingang led the way for Wang Qing.

At the same time, this street is also a well-known red-light district in Gray Core City, where all kinds of prostitutes roam. With the booming of the prosthetic industry, cosmetic surgery has developed to an exaggerated level. The average appearance is high, and most of them are picky about their customers, refusing to accept customers who are too old, too fat, or too ugly.

"That woman wasn't wearing socks. Boots are breathable, so it's a pity we didn't smell anything. If the trauma team hadn't arrived, we would have definitely felt it."

The person called Ali was as if he had lost his parents; his eyes, filled with reminiscence, reflected the seventh level of Qi Refining cultivation.

Wang Qing's forehead creased with annoyance. He just wanted to destroy the data as quickly as possible and make some money while he was at it. He couldn't make a big fuss about cracking the equipment, so he had Yuan Jingang send the other three subordinates away.

"Go if you feel itchy, but you have to get up very early tomorrow morning to prepare. You have to meet with the pharmaceutical company's middleman tonight. This is your first deal, and you can't afford to make any mistakes. Whether you can make big money depends on this."

Yuan Jingang told his three other men to go about their business.

The remaining two are Wang Qing and Yuan Jingang.

Yuan Jingang privately recounted what had happened that afternoon.

"That woman's family must be very powerful. These two pieces of equipment are quite rare. What if her family comes looking for trouble..."

He was indeed a little scared afterward.

Anyone with a brain who lives on the streets of Graycore City understands that how much money a gang can make doesn't depend on how ruthless they are, but rather on their niche in the current market value chain.

Which companies are they acting as "black hands" for? Are they irreplaceable? Can they be managed upwards? Even organized crime gets involved.

You can make money from the rich, but it depends on how rich they are. If they are local powerful families with weapons and cannons, you can't make a single penny; you have to return everything.

The woman I robbed today definitely had that vibe.

"She's my classmate, so I'll be the first to be affected. You just need to focus on tomorrow."

Wang Qing had been keeping a low profile, but today's sudden and unprecedented large-scale divine sense envelopment event was what led those around him to notice the clues.

He couldn't understand why these two people were following him; minors are truly terrifying.

"classmate……"

Yuan Jingang recalled Wang Qing's earlier attempt to destroy the watch and couldn't help but think further into some terrifying directions. The Fangcang shelter hospital was poor in literature and rich in martial arts, but Brother Qing did not meet the criteria of being the child of an elite talent. He had to have perfect attendance at school, and it would be impossible for him to have such abilities at such a young age without the support of his family. Moreover, his style of handling things was completely unlike that of a seventeen-year-old, as if someone else lived inside his body.

The rules for makeshift hospitals are as follows.

Serving as a black glove for a big company is greed, while being involved with evil is rebellion. The former offers considerable room for maneuver, while the latter is a slippery slope that should not be touched.

Wang Qing didn't continue speaking. Whether Yuan Jingang knew the truth or not was unimportant; what mattered was whether Yuan Jingang would pretend to be confused.

Sometimes, it's wise to play dumb to save your life.

"The prosthetic doctor we're going to see later, does that doctor know the guy surnamed Zhou you were working with before?"

Wang Qing asked the question seemingly casually.

Yuan Jingang swallowed hard, a few beads of cold sweat breaking out on his back. "I know... well, not really. We just have a normal business relationship, but I have a pretty good relationship with that doctor."

"Don't tell me he's some old acquaintance from the martial arts world who's going to cause me trouble later."

"Absolutely not."

Yuan Jingang patted his chest and assured him.

Wang Qing nodded.

Two minutes later.

A prosthetic body modification workshop called Hard Stubble Connection Center.

Due to the afternoon's divine sense envelopment incident, some people's inferior divine sense detectors were burned out.

There were quite a few customers waiting at the prosthetic clinic.

Several people sat on the sofa scrolling through their phones, complaining about the man named Ao Jing who flew over Gray Core City that afternoon.

"Seven hundred thousand square kilometers? What does that even mean? I'd estimate it would require a super-powerful expert at the Golden Core stage, right?"

"More than that, I think it's much stronger than a Golden Core cultivator. This is the first time in my life I've seen a real dragon. Putting aside what's shown on TV, I never expected to see one on a legal program. Cangzhou is now full of anti-terrorism bases, with overlapping functions and everyone wanting to get involved in everything. They're extorting money and tax money is being wasted on dogs. We need these people to teach them a lesson."

"It's not just about extortion and bribery. In our Gray Core City base, there are many half-demon bastards. These beasts, the girls just love to ask the soldiers for gun fees."

"In my opinion... we should attack the 80th floor, and fight our way up to the sky."

"Let's tick a box. War is about economics. When the Heavenly Court sends out Daoist partners and Yuanzi, the two poles will be reversed. These damned bastards in Cangzhou can change their tune faster than a dog."

"Don't generalize. If the [United Front] airdrops Immortal Armor one day, I'll be the first to go. If I don't, my whole family will die."

The United Front, officially known as the Fangcang National Liberation Front, is a notorious terrorist organization. It is rumored to be active across multiple floors, including the 21st floor, and is infamous for its involvement in various activities.

That's all I have to say.

"Can you stop talking like a greasy man in the store? It's disgusting... If you say it again, I'll call the police and have you all arrested and shot."

The punk girl smoking at the counter looked at the idiots with disdain. These losers who didn't even get into college could only brag in places without surveillance cameras. If things really got serious, even if the cops didn't come looking for them, they'd be scared out of their wits if they encountered a real demon.

Yuan Jinshou blocked the automatic door, waiting for Wang Qing to come in.

"Is this the place?"

Wang Qing was skeptical. It wasn't as high-tech as he had imagined. Was it the kind of story about a hidden master in plain sight?

"Old Jin, what a rare guest! It's been over half a month since I last saw you. Where's Brother Zhou?"

The young woman with blue hair and smoky makeup, sporting full-sleeve tattoos, stubbed out her cigarette; a big client had arrived.

"Brother Zhou... went back to his hometown."

"Hometown? Didn't he grow up working at an orphanage? Where is his hometown?"

"Don't worry about that."

Yuan Jingang was speechless; his hometown was in heaven.

"Who is this... young man?"

Looking at Wang Qing's appearance, the blue-haired girl wanted to act like a hooligan, but she swallowed her words. For some reason, just looking at his posture, she felt that he was inexplicably strong and terrifying!

Yuan Jingang did not overstep his bounds. During their time together, he realized that Wang Qing was not as simple as a genius. If he had really killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator in a single encounter during his senior year of high school, he would have had to skip university and go straight to the 22nd floor to pursue graduate studies. He had a rather terrifying secret that he could not reveal.

"Where is the doctor?"

Wang Qing didn't answer the question, but instead asked it a question in return.

Seeing that Wang Qing was clean and hadn't been altered at all, the blue-haired girl figured that Old Jin had brought him here to try something new.

"It will take a while before the prosthetic body is installed. Because of what happened this afternoon, there are quite a few people whose chips burned out and need repair. Also, we don't have any fully compatible ready-made parts here. If you need them, you'll have to contact us in advance. You can also buy them yourself and we'll install them."

"I'm not here to be a cyberpsychotic. There are things that need to be unbound, and what's that... ROOT access?"

Wang Qing believed he had said the name correctly.

There is a sense of helplessness among the elderly who can only use handwriting input methods.

The watch has been black and unusable ever since it was taken off the woman's wrist.

Because of the widespread availability of self-powered energy chips, many people, after making their first fortune, hoped to make money grow and their cultivation level increase. They frantically bought cultivation techniques and mental cultivation methods, and received injections, medicine, and prosthetic body modifications. In extreme chaos, they reached the critical point of their own capacity. Even if their bodies did not collapse, their primordial spirits were destroyed. This kind of irreversible damage is incurable. In the terms of makeshift hospitals, it is called cyber mental illness, and in classical terms, it is called going into a state of demonic possession.

The counter-terrorism forces directly under the Heavenly Court's Security Council and the police functions of local governments overlap, largely due to these individuals who have gone astray.

But these are secondary to Wang Qing. The main concern is that, apart from the communication module, the education system in the makeshift hospital cannot be modified before students graduate from university. It must remain malleable, otherwise their student status will be revoked.

at this time.

The prosthetic doctor at the Hard-Bone Connection Center completed a prosthetic repair and pushed open the dark green curtain of the workroom, which was designed to prevent arc light and static electricity.

Hearing the conversation outside, he knew a big job was coming.

Even if you repaired a hundred of those cheap consciousness detection implantation modules that those guys outside bought for a few thousand or tens of thousands of yuan, it wouldn't be as profitable as this one order.

"Our store is closing early today."

The middle-aged man wearing orange goggles addressed the other customers in the store.

"Closing down? Uncle Mo, it's only seven o'clock and the nightlife hasn't even started yet. I've been waiting for quite a while because I know many people here."

One of the guests was a little annoyed.

"Old Jin."

Mo Zhenxiong washed his hands by the sink and dried them with a towel.

"Come tomorrow, everyone. You petty thieves and pimps, the cops don't have time to watch you. It's no big deal if you're a day or two late."

Yuan Jingang began to drive people away.

He had a certain influence in the underground shopping mall. The third and fourth people in line knew that Mo Zhenxiong was busy with a big deal, so they had no choice but to leave rather than make a fool of themselves.

"A new face, Lao Jin. You know, compared to modification, breaking the bio-binding involves much higher risks. It harms the interests of those people. The company dogs are much more ruthless than the cops. And who is this?"

Mo Zhenxiong looked at Wang Qing.

The subtext is clear: don't do business with people you don't know well.

Yuan Jingang was too embarrassed to say that he was the new gang leader, since Wang Qing was still in high school and it would be too shameful if word got out.

"I need to know if you have the ability to crack this before I can tell you."

Wang Qing placed his watch on the table.

He urgently needed money to buy materials to refine magical artifacts, otherwise it would be difficult to suppress the enemies.

Mo Zhenxiong removed his goggles, revealing a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He picked up the watch and examined it closely. After pulling over a spotlight to illuminate the inscriptions on the edge of the dial, his expression grew increasingly serious. "This is no ordinary item. Where did you get it?"