I, the public enemy

To be honest, Yuan Jingang was taken from a wealthy family's daughter.

"This is a high-end product from [Qilin Intelligent Machinery]. It's not mass-produced; it's a limited-edition item made by their artifact development team. There are probably only a few dozen in the entire Cangzhou. It's one of the best defensive equipment within the Qi Refining Realm. It even has a small psionic reactor inside, allowing for extremely long battery life."

Mo Zhenxiong didn't finish his sentence.

The original owner of the equipment could not have afforded just this; it was a product with even greater power. The Qi Refining Realm simply could not withstand it. The powerful force would have killed him if it reached him.

This item is a top-tier piece of equipment that can help beginners.

He looked at the strangers Yuan Jingang had brought with surprise, somewhat worried about getting into trouble.

"Qilin AI... I'm so damn pissed."

Yuan Jingang, of course, means that these four words signify a super giant in the 21st-level internal artifact industry, ranking among the top ten.

Keep in mind that there are over three thousand states on the 21st floor.

"Can you handle it?"

For Wang Qing, money was secondary; if he couldn't resolve the issue, he would simply destroy it.

Mo Zhenxiong remained silent.

There are two pain points. One is that Wang Qing's background is unclear, and you can't expect someone like Yuan Jingang to have any friends with high moral character. The other is that this thing is indeed a tough nut to crack.

"In your line of work, you charge based on the difficulty of cracking the code. This time, things might be different. How about this: if you can also find a way to sell it, you can take 20%. Yuan Jingang, you and the other three showed up, which carries a higher risk, so take half of that. I'll take 30%. The same goes for those boots."

Since Mo Zhenxiong said it was a high-end product with considerable returns, Wang Qing didn't plan to destroy it for the time being and instead raised the price to get Mo Zhenxiong to finish the job.

The blue-haired saleswoman had a playful expression. It seemed that Yuan Jingang was now working under her, and this guy was making decisions. He was much more generous than the man surnamed Zhou.

Yuan Jingang knew, of course, that money wasn't Wang Qing's top priority. What he wanted was expansion and establishing order. His vision was on a completely different level from that of his predecessor, so he was naturally more magnanimous.

"I'll give it a try, I'll have results in half an hour."

Mo Zhenxiong's lips twitched slightly, but he forced himself to keep it in check. The arc-emitting and anti-static workroom was used for prosthetic body modification, and on the other side of the room were workbenches full of precision equipment.

He took the watch to the control panel. This kind of thing is completely sealed and cannot be disassembled. Only the original manufacturer's special device can disassemble and repair it. Mo Zhenxiong did not have that kind of technology.

It simply involves pressing a patch-type data transmission pipeline onto the dial and using wireless transmission to overwrite and modify the internal data.

Seeing that Mo Zhenxiong had already started working, Wang Qing carefully examined the environment of the hard-to-reach connection center.

He couldn't tell whether the equipment was professional or not, and he felt powerless due to his lack of knowledge. However, the facilities seemed reliable on the surface, with many cables and devices of dubious purpose. The only issues were the poor hygiene and lighting.

It is a common illegal modification clinic found in underground shopping malls.

"By the way, Qilin Intelligent Machinery, does it have cloud data functionality? For example, does the information recorded on this watch automatically upload to their cloud storage for backup?"

Wang Qing was very concerned about this; it would be terrible if that happened, his school life would have to end prematurely, and he might have to find their company's server and blow it up.

"Impossible. Nowadays, users are very concerned about information security and whether they can be remotely controlled. Once they receive the product, apart from repair and after-sales service, they have nothing to do with the manufacturer. Even Qilin Intelligent Machinery has to abide by this rule in order to maintain its market competitiveness."

What Mo Zhenxiong didn't finish saying was that he also considered the infiltration of the magic path into the artifact industry. There had been incidents in Gray Core City where magical artifacts on government officials were remotely controlled to self-destruct. Such cases were not uncommon.

Wang Qing nodded and stood behind Mo Zhenxiong, watching his every move.

Mo Zhenxiong has a script he developed himself that automatically cracks and binds products. It works for most products, but for Qilin Intelligent Machinery, he needs to modify a lot of code to hack into the system.

Wang Qing only glanced at it and had no idea what those scribbled letters and characters on the computer meant. The watch screen finally started up, but it was a blue screen with lines of data flashing on it. Mo Zhenxiong kept typing in code to optimize the script.

Less than half an hour.

The person recommended by Yuan Jingang is indeed quite capable; he has already enabled the watch with administrator privileges, allowing for backup, deletion, and rebinding.

In addition to its defensive functions, this watch also has the ability to tell time and monitor real-time body data.

【19: 55】

No user detected

Because the watch was placed on the table, the heart rate, blood oxygen, electromyography, and dantian condition it monitored were inaccurate. It also showed the daily activity tracking, steps, and spiritual energy consumption for the day.

"It's done."

Mo Zhenxiong let out a long breath.

Yuan Jingang was still terrified, but fortune favors the bold, and with Yuan Zi as a hope, everything was negotiable.

"You're Lao Jin's friend. As you said, the work is done, and it's your turn now."

You can make money, but you also need to be alive to spend it. Middlemen in the trade face even greater risks, so Mo Zhenxiong still needs to know Wang Qing's background.

Wang Qing remained silent for a moment.

He could, of course, do nothing and stay in the education system step by step, but that would be an extremely passive situation. The original owner of this body had already become involved with the demonic path, and would be unable to cope with any emergencies, and would also be severely lacking in resources.

One's own inconsistencies cannot be faked for long, especially when building a large army; it's just a matter of when to reveal them.

"This watch's records today might contain something you'd like to know."

Wang Qing had to make him understand.

There's a big difference between being defeated by your own hand and being defeated by counter-terrorism forces.

Mo Zhenxiong clearly didn't understand Wang Qing's riddle, so he simply used the computer to retrieve the information records from the watch, found the divine sense search files for December and today, and clicked on them one by one.

Sure enough, we witnessed an incredible event.

The information recorded by this watch is all based on real-time scenes reconstructed in 3D wireframe.

The 3D wireframe sketch reproduced the Yuangao High School Gymnasium from the afternoon. When a large area was enveloped by divine sense, the countermeasure made by Wang Qing's wireframe modeling had an intensity warning that exceeded the upper limit of the Foundation Establishment Realm, turning red.

Furthermore, in the alleyway, a red torrent resembling a guillotine was released from Wang Qing's body, severing the spiritual consciousness reaching in from beyond the sky.

He was momentarily stunned.

This young man... Core Formation Realm? Or what? Impossible! He's a prosthetic body modifier, and he knows perfectly well that there's no technology that can replace a cultivator in releasing their divine sense; it simply doesn't exist.

It can only lead to one result.

Mo Zhenxiong instinctively shrank back, but he was sitting in a wheelchair, and the chair moved back slightly. He dared not think too deeply about what this meant.

It was just a few uncommon words that popped into my head.

For example, [United Front].

"There's one more pair of boots. Yuan Jingang, you stay here and watch them. Remember what happens tomorrow. I won't be there tomorrow night. I have to go now."

Wang Qing didn't want to put too much pressure on them. In the cultivation world, one can learn from those who have mastered the art. He didn't know much about hacking techniques. "Mr. Mo, I may contact you often in the future. Your talent is truly amazing. I'll remember this place, and your handsome face. It'll be a pleasure to cooperate with you."

He extended his hand, his tone indifferent.

Under the pressure, Mo Zhenxiong had no choice but to stiffly shake hands with Wang Qing.

"Let me call you a car."

Yuan Jingang stood up, knowing that Wang Qing was not old enough to take a driving test, and that it was quite inconvenient to take a taxi on this street.

"No need, I'm just taking a stroll around the area."

Wang Qing seemed to lose interest in the data on his watch all at once, and he wasn't worried about data retention. The automatic door sensed him and slowly opened, allowing him to leave the hard-to-reach connection center.

Mo Zhenxiong continued working on cracking another pair of tactical boots.

Another half hour passed.

After confirming that Wang Qing had gone far away.

Mo Zhenxiong suddenly asked Yuan Jingang.

"How much more money do we need to pay for the boat ticket?"

"I haven't even saved up a quarter of it yet."

Yuan Jingang did these dangerous jobs to save up enough money to smuggle himself to the 22nd floor. Because of the extremely high risks, the smugglers offered exorbitant prices for the spots.

After casually bringing up a few topics, Mo Zhenxiong asked the clueless blue-haired teller to go out and buy Old Jin a pack of cigarettes, then changed the subject.

"What's on tomorrow?"

"Doing business with pharmaceutical companies, Brother Qing knows a little about the extraction of human souls from cultivators. They're all shady characters who do debt collection, so there shouldn't be much risk."

A long silence followed.

Mo Zhenxiong knew that the pharmaceutical companies of the oligarchs needed this irreplaceable special raw material, so there was a legal loophole in Cangzhou. Although it was related to the demonic path, it did not strictly count because it did not involve the production of corpse puppets or the on-site refining into one's own cultivation.

In a vague legal system, there is some room for maneuver, but that does not mean it is not dangerous. Although it is a gray industry that skirts the edge, it is gray to the point of being black, and it is skirting the edge of the sky.

"Is Zhou Tong... already dead?"

"Um."

"I see."

After careful consideration, Mo Zhenxiong destroyed all the data on the watch and restored it to factory settings, so that it could be bound to a new user at any time.

"You fucking killed me, you know that?"

Mo Zhenxiong knew the truth perfectly well, but he could only pretend to be confused for the time being.

"This is the first time you've sworn in all these years, relax."

Yuan Jingang found it somewhat amusing; of course, he desperately needed money and wanted to earn it as quickly as possible.

"It's best if ignorance is no excuse. After all, you're the one with the criminal record, not me. I have no prior convictions."

Mo Zhenxiong tried to console himself.

"Say what you want."

The two hurt each other, which made Yuan Jingang feel very uneasy, especially since he had witnessed how Wang Qing killed Zhou Tong and how those medical ingredients were made.