Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

A special vehicle is required to reach the stage.

A private car was waiting early in front of the hotel's special entrance to pick up and drop off Qi Zhimu and Robin.

The driver was a local, and everyone called him Lao He. He was a practical and honest man who had been a temporary driver for many famous and important figures for over forty years.

"Miss Robin, Mr. Zhimu, would you like some music played, or the news radio turned on?"

Before starting the car, Lao He asked, as usual.

"Whatever Brother Qi decides, I'm fine with anything." Robin didn't care.

"Then let's turn on the news radio."

In any world, news radio stations may not necessarily broadcast major events, but they will definitely broadcast them when major events occur, making them one of the most convenient sources of local intelligence.

When the journey is close to a certain point in time, the day's hot news doesn't seem particularly special.

Gradually, the main stage of the performance venue could be seen in the distance, as well as the dense crowd of fans waiting to enter.

Robins are known for their low profile, and no one noticed the ordinary cars entering the employee entrance.

After parking the car, Lao He was about to turn off the news radio station and get out to open the door for Robin when Qi Zhimu suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zhimu?"

Old He was puzzled, and the robin, who was about to open the door himself, also stopped and looked at him with a questioning gaze.

Qi Zhimu ignored everyone and listened to the broadcast.

"It's nothing, let's go backstage and get ready."

"Okay." Lao He didn't think much of it.

The robin, familiar with Qi Zhimu's style, noted down the contents of the news report.

The gist is that the air transport network in this region was already overburdened many years ago.

After discussions, the local government decided to expand the scale of the underground light rail transit network.

Coincidentally, today is the day the new line officially opens.

Coincidentally, the underground route of the new line passes right beneath the main stage of the open-air concert.

At first glance, this news doesn't seem particularly special.

Qi Zhimu has never had a bad order in nearly a century, maintaining a 100% positive review rate, and that's not just luck.

Even if this news story didn't match up, he would still dig into it.

You won't know until you dig deeper, and once you do, your expression turns strange.

Unexpectedly, there were even more coincidences.

The local government's plan to add an underground light rail line faced considerable obstacles before it could be implemented, involving the interests of various parties, including local land management rights.

The newly built underground light rail line will inevitably pass through a large underground resort.

The operator, Gareth, is from Pinocchio and has made many hateful remarks about the family. It was for this reason that he went to other worlds to do business.

So Gareth opened this luxurious underground resort, and business was booming.

However, the good times didn't last long. The government wanted to take back the land management rights, so it could only pay a compensation similar to a buyout price.

The amount is not small, but how can one-time profits be compared with long-term profits?

The local government's methods in getting this guy to talk weren't entirely honorable, so it's no wonder they're resented.

However, Gareth lacked the ability to challenge the local government.

Qi Zhimu immediately contacted his fellow ranger from Punk Lord and asked him to hack into a deeper information network, whereupon he quickly confirmed the facts.

The guy who tried to sabotage the Robin's tour was this Gareth.

Anyone can find information such as the robin being a galactic giant star, a member of the Celestial Ring Clan, and a branch of the Pinocchio family.

If she gets into trouble in a local government jurisdiction, she could retaliate against the Pinocchio family's split, force the local government to resign overnight, or even spend the rest of her life in prison.

If the plan to sabotage is successfully completed, it will kill two birds with one stone.

Gareth's plan was simple: to use a high-energy bomb to destroy the light rail tunnel beneath the concert venue, causing heavy losses to both sides.

Once the root cause is identified, it can be addressed promptly.

Qi Zhimu glanced at the time.

There are 89 minutes left until the concert starts.

Normally, time is of the essence. Finding the location of the bomb takes time, defusing the bomb takes time, and traveling also takes time.

The open-air concert is located on the outskirts of the city, with no new entrance to the underground light rail system nearby.

To reach the underground without making a big commotion by digging, Qi Zhimu had no choice but to run back and forth.

Fortunately, he sometimes has the ability to manipulate the flow of information.

After delivering the robin to the backstage lounge, Qi Zhimu, as usual, claimed to be conducting a routine security check and headed straight for his destination.

He was moving too fast for anyone to track his movements.

Perhaps because he usually does too many good deeds, Qi Zhimu entered the light rail passage and arrived at the ground coordinates corresponding to the concert, only to see the guy who was about to cause trouble.

It's gone so smoothly, it really came without any effort at all.

Of course, it wasn't Gareth himself. After all, he's a big businessman who's done it all before, and he's not stupid enough to personally go there and leave evidence of his crimes.

But this was no big deal for Qi Zhimu.

Before Dashabo could even plant the bomb in the designated spot, the terrifying contraption in his hand vanished in an instant.

He was stunned.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he suddenly felt a pain in both feet, and his vision abruptly dropped.

When he finally regained his senses despite the excruciating pain, a foot landed on his head, and his clear vision revealed... an old-fashioned alarm clock?

"Where is the person who hired you hiding? Tell me. If you can't tell me before the alarm goes off, you'll lose your head."

Qi Zhimu didn't find the detonator on Da Shabo, so it must be on the person in question.

A casual voice came from above, almost scaring Dashabo into fainting.

I rolled my eyes and looked up, and saw a face wearing a fierce and evil mask.

"Ahhh—"

"Even crying from fright counts as time."

Qi Zhimu stomped on Da Shabo's head, creating a calf-deep hole in the hard ground, and the debris easily scratched the latter's face.

"Ah! No, no, no, don't kill me! I don't know, I really don't know, we always communicate using encrypted communication—"

"Oh, I see... then I'll have to trouble you to wait a bit."

Judging from Da Shabo's tone, Qi Zhimu knew he wasn't lying, so he contacted his colleagues again.

"Old Ni, help me track down the coordinates of a call received on an encrypted communication frequency band later."

"You bastard, call me by my full name! My name means phoenix, not some old nun from your hometown!"

"Okay, old nun, no problem, old nun."

"I'm using *Punk Lord* swearing, *Sea Ranger* swearing...

Hearing his colleagues swear was something Qi Zhimu was quite used to, and he knew Phoenix would definitely help him, so he lightly kicked Dashabo's head with his toe.

"Make a phone call to contact them and tell them it's all taken care of."