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Chapter 111 Top Secret Intelligence Worth a Fortune

Movie Theater Lobby.

The interior walls were made of black bricks, and several bronze oil lamps hung from the dome, burning with pale white flames, casting a dim and hazy light.

Inside the hall, men in black came and went, their presence concealed. The assassins in the rest area sat together, talking in hushed tones.

Behind the reception desks on both sides stood several receptionists wearing animal masks of various styles, silently handling various matters.

Mark quickly scanned the hall through the narrow holes in his mask, his gaze settling on the reception desk where a man in a black robe had just left.

At the front desk was a receptionist wearing a white cat mask, with shapely curves in her waist, shoulders, hips, and pelvis, clearly a woman.

Mark stepped to the front of the stage, deliberately lowering his voice and changing his tone as he spoke.

"I need to find out some information."

The white cat woman slowly raised her head. Although the mask covered her face, Mark could clearly feel a hint of amusement in her gaze as she asked in a soft and gentle voice.

"Is this your first time visiting Yingwang?

"That's right."

Mark readily admitted it, without the slightest panic.

Clyde only told him how to access the black market, but did not tell him any relevant information about the ShadowNet.

Furthermore, since he was already in the black market, being too reserved would only raise suspicion; stating his purpose directly would seem more natural.

The white cat woman seemed used to this and made the suggestion in a gentle voice.

"On Yingwang, everyone needs a unique code name. Sir, please state your code name first."

Mark thought for a moment and then spoke softly.

"I am nothingness."

The white cat woman was clearly taken aback, not expecting him to choose such a strange code name, then shrugged and said indifferently.

"Yes, Mr. Wu, what kind of information do you need?"

Mark lowered his head, pretending to be deep in thought.

In fact, Mark didn't really need intelligence; he was just testing the waters and wanted to see how the movie network operated.

So, what kind of intelligence is the most suitable to test the waters with?

Mark, on a sudden inspiration, looked up and said.

"I would like to know about the recent large-scale anti-bandit operation against the gnoll Hogg in Sergei City."

Upon hearing this, the white cat woman turned around and took out a thick leather booklet from the bookshelf behind her. Her fingertips quickly flipped through the pages as she spoke without looking up.

"Mr. Wu, according to our intelligence, this bandit suppression operation is called 'Wolf Annihilation.' The intelligence has four levels. Which level do you need?"

"level?"

Mark looked puzzled.

Seeing this, the white cat woman put down the booklet and handed over a wooden board.

Mark took it and saw that the price list was clearly engraved on the wooden board.

Public information – 1-9 gold coins;

Limited Information - 10-99 Gold Coins;

Confidential intelligence – 100-999 gold coins;

Top Secret Intelligence - 1000 Gold Coins or More

Mark clicked his tongue in amazement.

Holy crap, this intelligence is worth gold coins all the time, is it really that valuable?

Based on the information above, the publicly available intelligence is simply known a few days earlier than the outside world, giving it an advantage in terms of time difference.

Restricted intelligence requires access to and can only be provided by insiders.

As for classified and top-secret intelligence, it is core information that cannot be accessed through ordinary means.

Mark had no intention of participating in any wolf extermination operation; he just wanted to learn about it casually to lay the groundwork for Henry and Brady.

After looking at the wooden board, Mark quietly put it down and asked in a calm tone.

"If I want to know the profiles of the professionals deployed by Sergei City in this operation, their levels, and how much it will cost?"

The white cat woman looked up and answered decisively.

"This is restricted information. It costs 16 gold coins. Pay first, then we will provide the information."

Without saying a word, Mark reached out from under his cloak, pulled out a handful of gold coins, slapped them on the reception desk, counted out 16 coins, and handed them to the White Cat Woman.

The white cat woman picked up the gold coins, quickly counted them again, and after confirming that everything was correct, bent down and took out a wooden basket from under the counter, from which she pulled out a roll of yellowed parchment.

Mark took the parchment, slowly unfolded it, and there was a detailed list of professionals on it.

Zhenshibao:

Edmund Glover, Tier 1 War Knight;

Silas Raynor, Tier 1 War Knight;

Jericho Novak, Tier 1 War Knight;

Lia Beren, Tier 1 Mage;

Tom Hunter, Tier 1 Scout;

Dawn Church:

Elias White, Tier 1 Light Priest;

Samuel Green, Tier 1 Paladin;

The list includes not only the Baron's Stonehenge Fortress and the Church of Dawn, but also the Mage's Guild, the Adventurers' Guild, and the city's prestigious families, basically covering all the forces in Surge City.

Furthermore, the list clearly records the name, rank, and organization of each professional, totaling 25.

Professional.

Of course, besides professionals, there must also be a large number of unemployed soldiers or mercenaries, conservatively estimated to be five or six hundred elite combatants.

Compared to the strength of the gnoll bandits, the forces deployed by the Surge City forces were almost two to three times stronger, making victory virtually certain.

The white cat woman watched Mark's actions and spoke up at the right moment to promote her product.

"Mr. Wu, the commander-in-chief of this anti-bandit operation is Edmund Glover."

"He is the eldest son of the Glover family and the heir to the title of baron."

"This operation was essentially to build his reputation and political achievements, so that he could inherit the title and rule Sergei in the future."

"Do you need information on Edmund Glover? We have both restricted and classified information, and it's very detailed."

Mark's lips curled into a slight smile.

It must be said that this white cat woman is very capable.

As the next heir to the Lord of Loran, Edmund is naturally the focus of everyone's attention, and his every move affects the interests of all parties.

Ambitious people would deliberately pay attention to Edmund's movements, waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of him.

But Mark had no interest in it; as long as nothing blocked his way, he didn't care who owned the land.

Mark shook his head slightly and handed the parchment back.

"That's enough, I don't need any more information."

The white cat woman was wearing a mask, but her expression clearly showed some disappointment.

Mark ignored the other person and instead extended his index finger, speaking in a mysterious voice.

"Now I'm going to sell some information."

The white cat woman frowned, and her tone became serious.

"Mr. Wu, what kind of information do you want to sell? What is the approximate price range?"

"However, let me make it clear from the outset that the value of the intelligence needs to be ultimately assessed by us."

"Regular price range..."

Mark picked up the price list from earlier, his fingertips slowly sliding across it, passing over the four levels: public, restricted, confidential, and top secret, finally stopping at the blank space at the bottom of the list, and uttered softly.

"I want to sell top-secret information, and I'll charge at least 1 gold coins!"

"1 gold coins!"

The white cat woman couldn't hide her shock; her voice became shrill, and she subconsciously raised her volume.

Hearing the commotion, the black-robed men who were talking in hushed tones nearby turned to look at them, their eyes filled with doubt and curiosity.

The white cat woman quickly realized her lapse in composure, hurriedly raised her hand to adjust the white cat mask on her face, took a deep breath, and lowered her voice.

"Mr. Wu, please wait a moment. This matter is beyond my authority. I must consult my superiors."

After saying that, the white cat woman turned around and walked quickly toward the hidden door deep in the hall, her steps hurried.

A moment later, a middle-aged man wearing a black embroidered robe and a raven mask walked out slowly, followed by the white cat woman from before.

The middle-aged man walked straight up to Mark and asked respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Wu. I am a butler from Yingwang, codenamed Crow."

"I heard you want to sell a top-secret intelligence report worth 1 gold coins. Why don't we go into the conference room and discuss the details?"

"No need, let's talk right here. The more people know about this information, the more valuable it becomes."

Mark flatly declined the invitation.

He was new to the area and knew nothing about the film network, so he was somewhat worried that they might take advantage of the situation to do something underhanded. He figured that talking in public would actually make it easier to escape.

The raven deacon was not annoyed, and maintained a respectful posture, gesturing for the others to proceed.

"Since Mr. Wu insists, then so be it. May I ask what specific information you require? Do you need a verbal record, or is there relevant evidence?"

Mark smiled calmly, took out half of a leather ledger from under his cloak, and handed it over.

The raven deacon took the ledger and slowly opened it. At first, his expression was calm, but as he turned each page, his expression became more and more serious, until he turned to the last page and saw the obvious tear.

The raven deacon's eyes had turned icy cold, emanating a dangerous aura as he stared intently at Mark and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Wu, where is the second half of the ledger?"

Mark seemed oblivious to the danger emanating from him, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"How about we discuss how much to sell this information?"