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Chapter 63 Aftermath
"It's not just the Countermeasures Bureau that's looking for you, but also the group from the Apostles who smashed your bar before. They're very likely planning to silence you."

Ai Liang focused on the Apostle Council. Compared to the Countermeasures Bureau, which had various motives for asking Mu Si for information, the Apostle Council was much simpler. They just wanted to eliminate Mu Si, the insider, as a convenient way to keep quiet.

That day, the masked man and his gang went there to silence them, but who knew that Mu Si was so cunning? After handing the item to Ai Liang, he hid and wasn't even at the bar.

"Countermeasures Bureau? Apostle Society?"

Mus's attention was clearly not on his own safety. Upon hearing these two new terms, his instincts as an information broker and a miser kicked in, and he quickly grabbed his notebook and jotted down the two unusual names.

"You can sell the information about the name of that secret department of the Asian Union if you're not afraid of death, but if the Countermeasures Bureau and the Apostles come knocking on your door, then no one can save you."

Ai Liang reached out and snatched the notebook, then picked up the lighter on the desk and burned the torn note to ashes.

"Of course I know. They are clearly a secret department. It would be strange if I didn't come knocking on their door if I publicized it everywhere."

Mus stuffed the notebook back into his pocket and said with a grin, "But with this intelligence and the purchase limit, as long as we sell it discreetly, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Ai Liang rolled her eyes at him.

"Then what is the Apostles Society?"

"Mus asked curiously."

"An extremist organization that is wanted by four major political systems, whose 90% members are antisocial and inhumane perverts, and that has been making headlines all over the world and is still alive and well. Do you understand what I mean?"

Watching this money-grubbing, Ai Liang used the most direct way to introduce the danger and immense power of the Apostles Society.

Explaining the danger and power of the Apostles in a conventional way, no matter how much you say, will only be recorded as marketable information, so it's better to say nothing at all.

With a comparison, it became much easier for him to understand.

Sure enough, Mus's smile gradually froze after hearing this.

"The main investor in the Cat's Eye Gang back then was just one of their peripheral members."

Ai Liang added another sentence.

After hearing this, Mus slumped back in his chair, staring at the ceiling with a look of utter despair, and said, "So, this time I have to give up everything in Nevada and start all over again under an assumed name?"

“I came here to talk to you about this,” Ai Liang said. “The main target of the Countermeasures Bureau and the Apostle Society is me. After you disappear, I will find an opportunity to show my face, and they will most likely let go of a small fry like you.”

"After more than a decade of hard work, everything is back to square one."

Moose clearly couldn't let go of the empire he had built, but he had to make sacrifices to survive.

"So who exactly are you, and where did you get all this information from? Ten years have passed, and your face hasn't aged a bit. Could you really be a super soldier who escaped from some lab in the Asia Alliance?"

Mus stood up from his office chair, propped his hands on the table, and asked, "The Countermeasures Bureau contacted you to kidnap you, their important test subject, for research? And the Apostles are here to recruit you?"

Ai Liang put her mask back on: "If a fabricated story had somehow stumbled upon the truth, do you think you'd still be sitting here now?"

The guess that Mus made is also one of the versions in the Hermit's Stories.

"That makes sense. But I'm still very curious how you know all this. Could it be that you were a member of the Apostles' Society before?"

Mus's speculations were not unfounded, after all, ten years ago he was like a ghost that appeared out of nowhere, suddenly intruding into the Black Zone.

Just like the Apostles who suddenly appeared this time, no one knows his origins.

"You want to know?"

Ai Liang looked at Mu Si calmly.

"I don't want to."

Despite his indifferent gaze, Mus forced a fawning smile.

After saying everything that needed to be said, Ai Liang pondered for a moment and asked, "What are your plans for that mother and child?"

With Mus gone, the woman suffering from uremia lost her source of income. He wanted to see how Mus planned to handle the mother and son he had been with for nearly eight years.

"Them? Let me think about transferring the woman to the hospital's hospice ward, and as for the children, I'll leave some money for their tuition."

Mus quickly gave an answer, it seems he had already thought of a future for the mother and son.

“That woman has already reached her limit by now. I chose to pretend to be her husband because I thought she only had a few months left to live. Who knew she would hold on for seven or eight years? The cost of dialysis treatment and her son's education expenses have cost me more than a million yuan over the years. I have lost so much money.”

As Mus thought about the expenses over the years, he clutched his chest with a pained expression, as if he were having a heart attack.

When he said this, there was no sympathy or pity on his face; he appeared extremely indifferent. As an intelligence broker in the black market, Mus had seen many human tragedies.

“Her son is already an adult, and she has lost her only concern in this world. With her physical condition, living is just suffering, so she might as well give up treatment and end it all. That way, at least I can save some money.”

"How much money do you plan to keep?" Ai Liang asked, walking to the door with her back to Mu Si.

"Hmm... They've done a good job covering things up over the years. Let's leave 200,000 for the kid's tuition. After all, that little brat is quite sensible and easy to get along with."

After listening, Ai Liang put on her hood and left.

According to his understanding, the child had excellent grades and did not have high tuition fees.

Two weeks later.

Admission notices from all universities have been sent out.

Their estimated scores were not much different from their actual scores, and all of them successfully entered the Experimental Middle School.

Today is the day students go to school to pick up their admission notices, and Yue Qihua and the others have made a pact to play all day long.

The weather was a bit muggy, and I heard there might be heavy rain soon, but the rain couldn't dampen everyone's excitement.

Eight o'clock in the morning, at a milk tea shop near the school.

"Xiao Ai, over here, over here." Ma Yu raised his hand and called out towards the door.

Upon hearing this, Ai Liang walked towards Ma Yu with a travel bag on her back.

As Ai Liang approached, Ma Yu stood up to make room for him, but as soon as he stood up, his feet were kicked from an unknown source under the table.

"Ah, Xiao Ai, why don't you leave your bag with me and go sit across from me?"

Ma Yu pointed to the travel bag on Ai Liang's back and said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Xingyue quickly squeezed Yue Qihua inside to make room for her.

Instead of sitting down, Ai Liang stood by the table and asked, "Aren't you going to get your admission notices first?"

"It's still early. If we go now, the class monitor will definitely make me do my last bit of work. I'll have to spend the whole day helping the class find notices and fill out registration forms."

Yue Qihua rolled her eyes and took a sip of lemonade, whether from being squeezed by Yang Xingyue or from dissatisfaction with the homeroom teacher, it was hard to tell.

"So we plan to go to the office before the school closes, and have a good time during the day. Even if we miss the time to pick up the admission notice, it's okay, we can pick it up tomorrow," Yang Xingyue added from the side.

Ai Liang agreed with the idea after hearing it, and then he said, "I have already received my admission notice."

(End of this chapter)