I, the public enemy

Chapter 39 The Myriad Powers of the Sword Technique for Overcoming Calamity

The next day.

Five o'clock in the morning.

After washing up on the balcony of his low-rent apartment, Wang Qing wiped the toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth with his finger.

This place is so cramped and shabby. There's another building right outside the balcony window, with less than two meters between them.

Extremely repressed.

He saw many nice apartments on online rental platforms, in mid-to-high-end communities, duplexes, with rents starting at four or five thousand.

I also looked at the property prices in the East District of Gray Core City, Guanjing Bay Shore. It's different from the South District Wharf. One is Guanjing Bay Shore, which is a wealthy area, while the other is a cargo wharf, a place where laborers gather. They can't be compared.

The houses there cost tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan. Although very few are rented out, they are all detached villas, and the rent starts at 100,000 yuan, and only annual rents are accepted.

By carefully studying the map of Gray Core City and its transportation planning.

Wang Qing discovered a little secret.

The slums and the wealthy areas have no public transportation and the roads are set up in an extremely circuitous way. Although they are in the same city, they are not connected to each other and are isolated from each other.

This further deepened Wang Qing's understanding of the Gray Core City's ecosystem.

This also deepened our understanding of Cangzhou's economic model.

For ordinary people, a bank is just a savings account; various loan and wealth management services are irrelevant to them.

Gangster loan sharks are the real private banks, providing cash flow services.

On the surface, they operate under the same set of rules, but in reality, they are two different loops.

Wang Qing believes it's impossible for forces like the Spider Gang to be without a mastermind behind them; they are simply two different operating cycles, both designed to generate wealth for the same group of vested interests.

I also found a lot of interesting things on the dark web.

I learned about something called an elevator remote control on a forum.

In some high-rise buildings in the city center CBD, the floor numbers on the elevator buttons are not accurate, and many floors cannot be reached by elevator.

Instead, one must use a special staircase and a special remote control to reach the hidden floor.

All sorts of shady dealings happen on these floors; there's nothing that can't be done if you put your mind to it.

Does the Mercury Tower have such hidden floors?

Maybe Ye Qinghan keeps some male concubines, or even engages in lesbian relationships. In that case, I'll have to take some photos to threaten you. It's a choice made by the card of fate.

"Hidden door, giant treasure chest, Gwyneth Paltrow."

Wang Qing casually placed his toiletries on the coffee table, and then thought to himself that due to his intense online activity, there were so many amazing people on the internet that he felt a bit like one himself.

The term used in makeshift hospitals is...

Before the destruction of all the universes, in an extremely remote plane, there existed a purely technological civilization. In the 21st century of this civilization's calendar, cultural and creative industries reached their peak, and all types of ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games) were developed to their fullest extent. Works from that era were like textbooks for the ACG world, used as reference models by almost all practitioners. Many of the abstract memes and trending topics popular in makeshift hospitals today also originated from these works.

But none of that matters.

It's the weekend, but I have a lot to do.

There are no weekends for senior high school students; they've already gotten used to the adjusted work schedule.

Later, I need to go downstairs and hand the USB drive containing the cultivation techniques to Yuan Jingang and the others. My older sister, Wang Meng, is coming to school at noon to pay off my online loans. I also need to plan my trip to the torture chamber club tomorrow—whether it's a major purge or indirect control.

Not to mention, there's an awards ceremony today where I'll be awarded a scholarship for yesterday's friendly match victory.

Mercury Group may also contact me today.

There are a lot of things to do.

Not to mention that several people had already sent him messages via Fetion early in the morning.

[DOKIX2: Transfer me 50, I want to eat breakfast, brother, [delicious emoji]]

Wang Qing frowned deeply. This woman was really annoying, especially her private, bean-faced appearance.

But he couldn't ignore it. This woman was a constable and had friends in the cybersecurity department. Wang Qing was genuinely worried about being exposed.

[DOKIX3: For every tear you shed, I'll strike the gong.]

[DOKIX2: What musical family? I don't care! I'm so hungry, I have no money for food, Brother Qing, [poor emoji]]

Ling Lan's idea was that she had to gradually make up for the money she had lost.

【DOKIX3: [Transfer 100.00], please stop sending private messages.】

Wang Qing was speechless. Were these soldiers really so poorly managed? They had nothing to do all day long.

Counterterrorism forces seem to be divided into local forces and forces directly under the Security Council. She probably belongs to the local forces, the kind that are always taking bribes and demanding favors.

Not only Cangzhou, but other states also harbored strong resentment towards the stationed troops, and were powerless against the Heavenly Court's military, police, and secret agents.

[Money emboldens heroes: Big news! Today, successful graduates are returning to their alma mater to give a speech; many children of elite talents will be attending!]

Wang Qing didn't want to bother with him, but then he thought about it again.

Wang Meng had actually paid off the online loan, so she had made a wasted trip today. However, she had no source of income, so in order to cover up the lie, she had no choice but to go and make a deal with Liu Ziwen.

[DOKIX3: I need your help today.]

Money gives heroes courage: Go ahead and say it.

[DOKIX3: My sister might call you today. Don't worry about anything. Just tell her it's the money you borrowed that I need to tide me over, to pay off other loans. Understand?]

Wang Qing's credit record wasn't completely ruined, so he could still get loans, but he could only borrow and repay on the spot.

[Money gives heroes courage: Although I don't really understand it, no problem, it's just a matter of talking.]

Switch to another flight signal.

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: I've arrived at the coffee shop.]

[USER: Okay.]

Besides Yuan Jingang, there was also a message from Xiao Su.

[Fruit Hard Candy: I ​​only found out this afternoon if it's really 50 sheets.]

Although Wang Qing's offer was 50,000, it wasn't something Xiao Su could decide on his own; his supplier had to give the word.

[USER: 50 is the absolute minimum.]

Wang Qing was speechless. It seemed like there was some unspoken rule in these underworld circles that they all used the four-character phrase "Te Yao" (特幺), which meant either a greasy, oily man or a slang term.

[Fruit Hard Candy: I ​​understand completely, don't ask anyone else.]

Turn off your phone screen and leave the low-rent housing.

There was still a middle-aged office worker who wanted to save money on the coin-operated elevator and went into the elevator with him.

Wang Qing had observed this person and concluded that he was simply in dire financial straits, not being stalked.

Twenty minutes later.

I arrived at the coffee shop where I had arranged to meet Yuan Jingang.

Yuan Jingang had already ordered a coffee for Wang Qing. Wang Qing sat down and, without saying a word, generously placed the USB drive on the table.

Yuan Jingang, however, reacted somewhat instinctively, quickly putting the USB drive into his pocket, afraid of leaving any loose ends.

Wang Qing had already explained this to him beforehand, and he had also checked online. It wasn't a method certified by the Imperial Observatory, so he had to use it with caution. But it wasn't a demonic method either. With the abilities of these street kids, they couldn't hide practicing demonic methods; they would definitely be spotted by the cops and then suffer a complete and utter annihilation.

Yuan Jingang is a sword cultivator. Although he uses sword pellets made by the Spirit Energy Industry, he is more specialized in other areas.

The Sword Technique for Overcoming Calamity with Immense Power

It was once a secret technique passed down by a major sword-wielding sect, only to the successor of the sect leader.

One can cultivate to the Void Transformation Realm after reaching the Divine Transformation stage.

Wang Qing's eyes also held a hint of reminiscence. Although the entire family had been wiped out in less than three hundred years, due to the possession or the transmigration to the makeshift hospital, it felt like a long time had passed.

Ali and the others also found suitable methods, but Yuan Jingang was the one they were to focus on developing.

"What I asked you to investigate?"

Wang Qing took a sip of coffee and asked.

"It's all sorted out."

Yuan Jingang sent the message to Wang Qing via his mobile phone.

[Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze: [1.PPT] is sending you the file.]

"That's what you call professionalism."

Wang Qing pointed at Yuan Jingang, glanced at the document, and saw that the personnel configuration, image files, and industry map positioning were already extremely detailed for a day's work. He would study it carefully during class.

No wonder he's a seasoned veteran who's been in the underworld for so many years.

"Keep an eye on them, especially the Grindhouse Club. I'll be playing against them again tomorrow."

Wang Qing said this.

"what?"

He was completely bewildered, and really liked one of Yuan Jingang's lines: "Huh? What do you mean you want to go to the torture chamber club to fight? The people who go up there are either professionals who specialize in this kind of thing, or they're desperate people." He was extremely puzzled.

"Haha, I'll tell you later, I have to go to school now."

Wang Qing slung his backpack over his shoulder and left. Today was another day filled with 70,000.