The Martial Saint, starting with daily intelligence.

The next day, as dawn was breaking, Zhong Ming had already appeared on Yanliu Street.

When the shopkeeper saw Zhong Ming arrive at this time, he probably guessed that there was something important to report, so he led him directly to the backyard.

"Why did you come to see me so early? What happened?"

"What important intelligence do you need to report this time?"

Stationmaster Li Weimin put on a coat and came to the backyard, his expression calm and his tone indifferent.

Li Weimin knew that his intelligence agents had come to his door early in the morning, most likely with important intelligence to report, so he naturally wouldn't neglect them.

"Station Boss, I received important intelligence last night."

Zhong Ming took a deep breath and said.

"It's just the two of us here, go on."

Li Weimin nodded slightly.

Zhong Ming nodded.

"A shipment of military equipment will soon be delivered to our Tianjin docks, including three hundred foreign rifles, among which are thirty exceptional firearms!"

"And the recipient of this shipment is—the Iron Fist Club."

"Recently, the foreigners' Extraordinary Club has been frequently challenging our Tianjin Martial Arts School. I think this should be important intelligence, so I came to report it as soon as it was light."

Station Master Li Weimin frowned and asked.

  

"Where did you get this information?"

Is it believable?

"It should be believable. The other party was wearing a black robe, and I don't know their identity."

"But it's most likely a Western superhuman; their accent is wrong."

"Moreover, the other party seemed to know my identity. They came directly to my door, asking if I wanted any information, and even revealed some details about the weapons and the cargo owners."

Zhong Ming replied.

"The other party said that if I was interested, I should prepare a thousand silver dollars or thirty gold coins in advance, and he would bring me complete information."

"We'll exchange money for goods at the time."

"Also, don't try anything funny, or he'll sell this information to someone else."

"In addition, the other party does not want silver notes or gold notes, only silver dollars and gold coins."

After saying that, Zhong Ming lowered his head.

Meanwhile, station chief Li Weimin's fingers were unconsciously tapping, clearly deep in thought as he analyzed the intelligence brought by Zhong Ming.

After a while, Li Weimin finally spoke.

"Go to the counter and get thirty gold coins. If you don't have enough gold coins, use silver dollars to make up the difference. Make sure you have at least a thousand silver dollars. Then tell the shopkeeper that it was my arrangement."

"We must get our hands on this intelligence no matter what."

Li Weimin said in a deep voice.

"Yes, stationmaster."

After saying this, Zhong Ming went to the counter and explained the matter to the shopkeeper.

The other party didn't ask any further questions, gathered the quantity Zhong Ming needed, and wrapped it in a cloth bag.

Zhong Ming took the cloth bag and weighed it in his hand.

It's heavy, but nice.

Zhong Ming could afford a thousand silver dollars, but those were banknotes.

This was the first time Zhong Ming had ever seen silver and gold coins worth a thousand silver dollars; the weight and the feeling they evoked were indeed quite different.

He stuffed the cloth bag into his chest, and his chest immediately swelled up.

Zhong Ming then left the pawnshop and headed to Zhenyuan Martial Arts School.

Walking along the road, Zhong Ming soon put the bag of cash into his system space.

It's all my own money, so of course I have to take good care of it.

"I hope tonight is a blood moon, then the plan can begin."

Zhong Ming's abilities are definitely insufficient to handle local intelligence, so reporting it to Tingfeng Tower is the best solution.

Furthermore, this intelligence is relatively more detailed, with the time, place, people, and events described clearly.

Such valuable intelligence naturally deserves a good price.

Of course, this is also related to Zhong Ming's increased strength.

"It's hard to say about anything above Qi Refining, but below Qi Refining, I'm invincible!"

"If the released blood energy can block true energy, even a Qi Refining expert can be killed within three feet."

Zhong Ming's eyes hardened.

While it's a matter of being cautious, there's no need to be overly careful.

If you pretend to be a pig for too long, you really might turn into a dead pig.

That day, after practicing his palm techniques at the martial arts school, Zhong Ming returned to his residence as usual, gathering some scattered intelligence and having a snack to fill his stomach.

At dusk, Zhong Ming looked up at the red and white moonlight hanging in the sky.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"This is truly a stroke of luck! In that case, let's finalize the deal with 'the other party' today."

Zhong Ming left the inner city and headed towards his residence in the southern district of Jincheng.

Zhong Ming's daily routine during this period has long been a habit: staying in the southern district on Blood Moon days and going to the inner city on Ghost Moon days.

Zhong Ming wasn't sure if the people from Tingfeng Tower were secretly following him, so he continued with his usual routine and absolutely did not do anything unnecessary or rashly change his daily habits.

Upon arriving at the small courtyard where I was staying, a note just happened to float out as I opened the door.

"Huh~"

Zhong Ming feigned surprise, picked up the note discreetly, and then locked the door.

After carefully reading the contents of the note, throw it into the brazier and light it.

After a while, as darkness fell, Zhong Ming tidied himself up again, wearing a large black hooded robe that completely covered his body.

On the days of Blood Moon and Ghost Moon, if one has no choice but to go out, everyone will at least wear a hat and a dark cloak, or like Zhong Ming, wear a large black hooded robe over it.

Cover your entire body to minimize the impact of red and green light.

They don't look like respectable people, but in this world at night, this is perfectly normal; this is what everyone wears at night.

If you don't cover or protect yourself, you'll look out of place and easily attract the attention of others.

Zhong Ming timed his steps carefully, walking at a leisurely pace towards the outskirts of the city.

Zhong Ming arrived at the west gate of the city just as the city gate was about to close.

After exiting the west gate of the city, Zhong Ming waited at the gate for a few minutes until it closed before continuing his journey.

"I was among the last group of people to leave the city."

"If there really is someone following me, it's probably one of these people."

Zhong Ming glanced at the group of people who had left the city with him. They were all dressed similarly and covered up completely.

Neither of them could tell the other's age, gender, or appearance.

Only the inner city of Jincheng is protected by a large array, while the outer city is not.

However, the outer city gates are also sealed off at night, and heavy troops are stationed to guard them, with Qi Refining experts stationed at all four gates.

Moreover, they are not ordinary Qi Refining experts; they must be at least late-stage Qi Refining experts, or even peak Qi Refining experts.

If anyone dares to force their way in, they might even be hunted down by a Refining God expert.

"Therefore, if the people from Tingfeng Tower are following me right now, they are most likely hiding somewhere and observing me."

"Or perhaps, the other party has already been lost."

"With all four gates closed, even the master of Tingfeng Tower wouldn't dare to force his way through, and the probability of anyone else coming out of the city afterwards is close to zero."

Zhong Ming sat on the stone stool and waited for a while, about ten minutes, quietly watching the group of people who had left the city with him depart.

Night had completely enveloped the earth, and the blood moon shone red light on people. Whether they were ordinary people or martial artists, they were not having a good time. Their blood was boiling, and their emotions were easily angered and irritable.

"Apart from the soldiers patrolling the city walls, there was no one around me."

Zhong Ming murmured to himself.

With this in mind, Zhong Ming set off again and continued westward.

There is a small mountain to the west of Tianjin called Songshan, which is covered with many pine trees and is about seven or eight miles away from the city.

The road was flat, with several miles of level ground, offering little cover for hiding.

Moreover, two moons hung in the sky, their white and red light illuminating the earth. Although not as bright as during the day, they were still generally visible.

This world has no industrial pollution, the sky is exceptionally clean and bright, and the stars and moonlight illuminate the earth, so there is no need for lighting such as torches or lanterns.

Zhong Ming walked towards Songshan, glancing back every now and then.

If someone were following me right now, unless the difference in strength and realm between the two sides is too great, there is a good chance that I would discover them.

With moonlight shining on the earth and no obstructions around, it would be extremely difficult to track a wary person under such circumstances.

Furthermore, there's the Blood Moon debuff.

If there were truly someone following them, they would probably be suffering terribly from the crimson light of the blood moon by now, making it even more difficult for them to hide their tracks.

The crimson light of the blood moon had no effect on Zhong Ming; on the contrary, it invigorated his blood and kept him in peak condition at all times.

With one increase and one decrease, it becomes even more difficult to evade Zhong Ming's counter-surveillance.

"There's a gravel slope ahead. I refuse to believe we can go undetected in this situation."

"If it is true, then I accept it!"

After passing the gravel slope, walk another kilometer to reach Songshan.

The gravel slope is a slope that is more than ten meters high and is covered with gravel, hence the name.

Standing on the gravel slope, you can see people clearly from two or three miles away because the middle is completely bare and there are almost no obstructions.

Zhong Ming walked to the gravel slope, stood there for a few minutes, and made sure there was no one there.

"Since no one has appeared yet, it's almost certain that Tingfeng Tower hasn't sent any experts to follow us."

"Or perhaps the other party was eliminated at the city gate, or realized they could no longer be tracked and gave up."

Zhong Ming pondered, speculating on the possibilities.

Either way, it's a good thing for Zhong Ming.

At that time, Zhong Ming only needs to sneak into the pine forest of Songshan, find a place to hide for ten minutes or so, and then wander around for a while before going back to report.

Thinking of this, Zhong Ming no longer hesitated and ran straight towards Songshan, sparing no effort in consuming his qi and blood, and fully activating the qi and blood in his body.

The distance of one kilometer was covered in less than half a minute as they rushed into the pine forest on Songshan Mountain.

"I don't believe you dare to unleash your full power of blood or true energy like I do."

Under the direct rays of the blood moon, if anyone dares to make a move, the crimson light of the blood moon may cause their blood and qi to boil and burn.

This is Zhong Ming's last time to outwit and outmaneuver anyone who might appear.

Even after taking all the advantages of timing, location, and people, if Zhong Ming is still caught red-handed, he can only accept his fate.

Yes, there was never any so-called "superhuman" who approached Zhong Ming to sell information.

It was all just Zhong Ming's own doing.

Zhong Ming knew from the beginning that local Samsung intelligence was something he could never handle.

Furthermore, this intelligence involves foreigners, who have been frequently causing trouble for local authorities recently, leading to unpleasantness with various local forces.

Unfortunately, this intelligence is related to military equipment, so even the most obtuse person should understand how important this intelligence is.

It must be delivered to the local forces, otherwise how many people will die if the foreigners use these weapons?

When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?

In the worst-case scenario, Zhong Ming himself might have to face the conflict directly.

Therefore, intelligence must be sent out to allow local forces to prepare.

Even in the worst-case scenario, local forces can at least be prepared and take precautions.

In a turbulent situation, ordinary people and lower-middle-level martial artists have no choice. The most tragic and numerous deaths are also among the lower-middle-level people, and Zhong Ming himself may well be among them.

That's why Zhong Ming orchestrated this whole thing.

Zhong Ming was confident in the system that the intelligence was accurate.

But others don't know that!

Even if you shout it out in the street with a megaphone, no one might believe you.

Such important information, and in such detail, with the people, time, place and event all clearly stated.

If the information were reported directly to Tingfeng Tower, Tingfeng Tower might not believe it immediately. Even if they did, they would definitely have to clarify the source of the information, and then Tingfeng Tower would send experts to verify it in person.

The problem is, Zhong Ming can't explain it!

Can you just spout nonsense about system matters?

This kind of thing definitely has to be kept secret; it can't be done openly.

Zhong Ming went through all this trouble, acting like a spy, probing and investigating step by step, all to make the intelligence seem more real and reliable!

Prepare the note in advance and put it in the system space. When there is only a blood moon, take action and deliberately expose the note. Choose a blood moon day to conduct the transaction.

During the transaction, they constantly scouted and probed, leaving the city just as the city gates were closing. They specifically chose the road to Songshan for the transaction, as the road was barren with little cover, making it difficult to ambush and track them.

All the smoke and mirrors were designed to make the transaction appear very real, cautious, and deliberate.

The more someone makes it seem like intelligence is extremely difficult to obtain, the more credible it becomes.

As for the money for intelligence gathering?

I've worked so hard on this role, this is what I deserve.

Besides, foreigners are known for their love of money.

Moreover, he is notorious for being greedy for money and risking his life.

Is it reasonable to not charge money for such important and accurate information?

Furthermore, they only accept silver dollars and gold coins, just like in a previous life when kidnapping someone and not accepting bank transfers, only cash, and only old currency.

Everything was done to make this intelligence deal seem more legitimate.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Zhong Ming finally emerged from Songshan.

"I was probably being overly cautious."

"No one was following me; I was just outsmarting thin air."

Thinking of this, Zhong Ming felt much less pressure.

Zhong Ming would rather feel like he was outsmarting thin air than have these fogs actually come in handy.

The former represents Tingfenglou's trust in him, as well as the professional ethics of an intelligence organization, which is often referred to as having a broad vision.

If it's the latter, then you'll have to find a way to get away from Tingfenglou, that cesspool.

An organization that neither trusts its own intelligence personnel nor upholds the ethics of an intelligence organization, and that arbitrarily inquires about the identity of its employers, is doomed to fail sooner or later.

Why don't we run away quickly, or wait to be buried with it?