I, the public enemy

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The third-year students at Yuangao High School are organizing a visit to Mercury Heavy Industries.

Buses were parked at the school gate.

Wang Qing located the bus for Class 3 of Senior Three.

"Here you go, this is your visitor pass. Keep it with you at all times and don't lose it, or you'll be asked to leave."

The class committee member with glasses found the tag with Wang Qing's photo on it, picked it out from the rings of ice-blue string, and handed it to him.

"grateful."

Wang Qing took the visitor pass, held it in his hand and glanced at it. The design was quite good; the color of the rope matched the color scheme of the Mercury Group's logo.

Mercury Heavy Industries is the largest industrial company within the Mercury Group, which also has interests in other industries such as real estate, entertainment and media, internet, finance and energy.

The so-called VI visual identity system.

Wang Qing put in some effort to understand the ecology of the makeshift hospital and learned the relevant terminology.

"You've finally arrived. This is going to be a massacre!"

Liu Ziwen suddenly appeared.

Even a legendary figure in the virtual world is no match for this mysterious meme-playing guy. Those guys from this afternoon are nothing compared to him.

The friendly match was over before it even started.

If they manage to secure investment and donations for Yuangao High School, according to past practice, they might even be accepted as disciples by senior executives of the Mercury Group. Wouldn't that be a huge leap forward?

Wang Qingdiao didn't even acknowledge him. Didn't he understand what he had said to him yesterday? "You have no value to me, how ungrateful you are."

Liu Ziwen had dark circles under his eyes, but he looked energetic, probably because he had stayed up all night.

"I've already saved you a seat. It's a double-decker bus, so make sure you sit on the second floor. Embark on a ruthless path of conquest, starting today, and dominate all the high schools in Graycore City, standing at the top."

Liu Ziwen crossed his arms. Both the An Zhi incident and the D-jie incident made him believe that this guy was extraordinary and would surely rise from the ashes, becoming unstoppable.

"Hello, you're such a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), I don't really understand what anime/manga fans are talking about."

Unable to resist the persistent invitation and unable to refuse the warm hospitality, Wang Qing had no choice but to accept it.

"You're the one who's more into anime and manga!"

Liu Ziwen wondered how Wang Qing could keep his composure and deliver such utterly idiotic lines with such a serious expression.

Ten minutes later.

The bus was heading to Mercury Heavy Industries, a subsidiary of the Mercury Group.

There are about sixty students in Class 3 of the third year of high school. Most of them are quite averse to this kind of meaningless activity, which not only does not improve their grades, but also wastes their time.

The main purpose of today's visit was not to tour the facilities, but to have the vibrant students serve as a backdrop for photos, showcasing the Mercury Group's grand vision for the future of the cabin, as captured by reporters.

As for the friendly match in the afternoon, out of all the high school students in Graycore City, how many are actually capable? I had no hope at all.

The second-floor seats on the double-decker bus are at the back.

"That guy didn't come today, he's probably dead."

Liu Ziwen pays close attention to the activities of his classmates. Perhaps it is a feedback mechanism from the deepest part of his subconscious that makes him feel relieved of stress when he witnesses someone commit suicide or fall into trouble while he himself is in a safe situation.

The person he was referring to was naturally not An Zhi.

The children of elite talents have special privileges and do not need to consider attendance. An Zhi only came to school that day because she was interested. After such a big incident, she is treated like a treasure by her family and will not be coming to school for a while.

Seeing that Wang Qing was still playing online gambling and didn't answer, Liu Ziwen forced a stand-up comedy routine, "It's the one I pointed out to you yesterday, the one in the second to last row by the window, with a bruised and swollen face and bloodshot eyes, he's probably someone who fights in underground rings."

The powerful figures have grown tired of the rigid and formulaic sports-like combat performances of cultivators and have gradually lost interest.

In Cangzhou today, primitive, bloody, and brutal fights are popular, with scenes of violence that stimulate the senses, such as flying flesh and blood.

"The underground arena..."

Wang Qing became slightly interested, having heard him say before, "Although it's profitable, is it allowed to play cards in Cangzhou?"

Liu Ziwen gave him a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

Didn't I explain to him once that there are countless ways to circumvent the law? One of them is that the drug testing technology of pharmaceutical companies can perfectly circumvent it.

You don't understand anything.

"On the contrary, the underground deathmatch clubs are where the best quality matches are found. Bureaucrats and merchants enjoy watching poor but talented people take out loans to cultivate immortality and kill each other in a ruthless and despicable way while gambling."

Especially those who have fallen into the abyss of debt, amidst the carnage, possess boundless magical power; the absolute brutality, hatred, and raging fury within are indescribably pure.

Although Liu Ziwen's family was relatively well-off, compared to An Zhi and others, it was like an ant trying to see the sky. His father's business could go bankrupt if he wasn't careful.

"Is it that scary?"

This amused Wang Qing, who then used descriptive terms like "tyrannical hatred" and "raging fury."

"Hmm, still gambling online? Take it easy, bro."

Liu Ziwen advised, "A genius like Brother Qing is destined for greatness. If he were to die prematurely, it would be a tragedy for heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qing would rather take on a mountain of debt and meet heroes from all over the world, but there was no need for that; a whole host of things awaited him.

"Yuan Yue is not just about Fu Jun."

The Fu Jun that Liu Ziwen mentioned was a classmate of the two of them. "I know seven or eight of them, not to mention those I don't know."

Liu Ziwen sighed, because it was a common occurrence and no longer a rare thing in society.

"Have any of them fallen into demonic ways?"

Wang Qing said it casually.

Immediately, many students on the second floor of the bus turned around and glanced at Wang Qing, but quickly turned their heads away.

The reason why Yuan Jingang and his gang were not so afraid and had a certain tolerance was because they were already living on the streets, licking blood from the edge of a knife.

These students have little tolerance; they are exposed to anti-terrorism propaganda every day, and even those two words are censored as sensitive characters when typed online.

"Brother, watch your words."

Liu Ziwen was speechless.

After a moment's thought, Wang Qing took the initiative to contact the channels of the Demonic Path. Hei Chao Meng was one of them, and now he had made a new discovery.

Perhaps there are clues about the Deathmatch Club. It has been reported in many news outlets that the Demonic Path organization is keen to recruit all those who have nowhere else to turn.

"Maybe, who the hell knows?"

Liu Ziwen believed that when faced with two evils, one should choose the lesser one. No matter how despicable the Cangzhou government was, it was still much better than the demonic people.

Wang Qing also admired the original owner of the body, who was truly a young hero.

"I completely understand what you said yesterday."

Liu Ziwen has already attained enlightenment.

"Oh?"

Wang Qing won four thousand yuan in this online gambling game and asked Liu Ziwen to continue.

"I frantically searched for coded messages online, navigating countless honey trap scams. Finally, my efforts paid off, and I found a genuine cuckolding group. I guarantee it's not a scam; they're genuinely looking for high-quality single men."

Liu Ziwen developed dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night because he remembered Wang Qing's instructions.

"what?"

Wang Qing is completely bewildered. What exactly did you understand?

"Didn't you say you like minotaurs?"

Liu Ziwen believed he had Wang Qing completely under his control.

"Me, my, hair?"

Wang Qing has made me rich.

It takes an hour to drive there.

Mercury Heavy Industries' production site in Cangzhou is located in the industrial zone on the outskirts of Gray Core City, but we will not be visiting there this time, as that place is highly confidential.

Visiting the company's office building in the city and seeing models of the Immortal Armor and various military-grade intelligent machinery, one might only learn about a long list of corporate culture features.

I took a one-hour bus ride.

Wang Qing and his group finally arrived at the Mercury Building, located in the city center CBD.