“Beep beep beep!”

A clear yet jarring alarm rang out from a homeless man on the corner of the street in District Three.

The nearby bakery boss was curious. City 22 prohibited Low Caste people from entering the upper three districts, except for those like him who had a Work visa.

So, the boss was puzzled. How did this homeless man get into City 22?

But that wasn't the point. The point was that he saw this young homeless man come to the corner, sit on the ground and sleep for ten minutes, then an alarm went off in his arms.

What could a homeless man be doing? Why would he set a ten-minute alarm for himself? Was he afraid of freezing to death on the street?

The bakery boss had been wondering whether or not to chase away the homeless man, but now he didn't need to. The homeless man was getting up and hurrying away.

Ten minutes later, the bakery boss leaned against the door of his shop, waiting for the fragrant high-gluten bread to be baked and bought by those High Caste bigwigs.

At this time, the sunlight suddenly disappeared. He looked up and suddenly saw a huge Class B Airship, opening the landing port at the rear of the cabin, and hundreds of Shendai soldiers descending one by one along the ropes.

The bakery boss panicked. An officer came before him: “Where’s the homeless man who was just outside your shop?”

The bakery boss stammered, “He slept here for ten minutes, and then his alarm went off, and he ran away.”

The officer's Face[-] was grim.

For seven days, they had been tracking Qing Chen using Cloud Mirror for seven days. However, no matter how many times they pounced, the other party would escape like a rabbit before the Hawk descended from the sky.

Then, like a drop of water merging into the sea, he disappeared into the city.

It should be noted that the Shendai soldiers were tracking him in shifts, but this fleeing assassin had to Face[-] round-the-clock pursuit.

The other party had broken down a complete sleep into one ten-minute segment after another. An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago, but he hadn't.

Standing at the bakery door, the officer observed that the assassin had never tried to leave City 22. He was simply circling the city with them, completely clueless about what he was doing.

The assassin no longer attempted to kill anyone. This level of expert was also capable of changing his appearance. If he really wanted to run, Shendai wouldn't even be able to set up traps.

They had also tried to set up several traps, waiting for the other party to attack, but after this assassin wiped out a group of Shendai Time Travelers, he seemed to have changed his personality and wouldn't bite at any bait.

An assassin suddenly stops killing people. That's incomprehensible.

However, the truth was that Qing Chen was also cursing inwardly at this moment.

Without Shendai Yunluo’s tip-off, Shendai Kongyu was also required to completely disrupt the time difference in using the Cloud Mirror.

The first two days were fine. Qing Chen would run when he heard the noise, and few people could catch him.

Later, the Shendai Consortium deployed six Class B Airships. He might have just fallen asleep, and Shendai soldiers would descend from the sky.

As a result, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days, almost to the point where he could sleep while standing.

It’s too miserable.

Qing Chen sighed.

Of course, there was also good news. Luo Wanya had successfully turned Gao Yang of the Dragon Mark Gang, and they would act against the Dragon Mark Gang tonight.

Until now, no one had noticed the changes in the lower three districts. Everyone's attention was focused on Qing Chen alone.

At this moment, Xu Linsen, Jiang Mubei, and Luo Wanya were all stepping up their preparations.

Only Yang Yang was a little idle.

Qing Chen had been disguising himself as a homeless man since last night, hiding in the lower three districts.

Hiding in the lower three districts was to prevent Shendai from discovering some clues if they found that he never hid in the lower three districts when analyzing his whereabouts.

This Miss Yang Yang even specially found him in the lower three districts and threw him a few Ling as if she were passing by.

I don't know what kind of perverse hobby this is.

But to be fair, Yang Yang's ability to lock onto a Force field seems to be no worse than Cloud Mirror when it comes to finding people.

Qing Chen came to a building, silently entered a house, stole the owner's clothes, and left more than a thousand dollars.

He changed his appearance and left silently, waiting for the next Cloud Mirror activation.

The arrival of the Airship was a signal; he now had four hours of sleep time.

At this time, an unknown number called on his phone. Qing Chen said grumpily as he walked, “I’m in a hurry to find a place to sleep; I don’t have time to chat with you.”

On the phone, Shendai Yunluo laughed for half a day before saying, “A doctor told me that if people don’t sleep well, they’re prone to endocrine disorders, and their tempers become irritable. It seems that’s really the case.”

“What do you want to say?” Qing Chen asked.

“Shendai Yunhe and Shendai Jing Cheng will leave early tomorrow for City 2-1 for a memorial service,” Shendai Yunluo said. “I don’t know the route.”

“You don’t get along with them, why would you know their whereabouts?” Qing Chen asked.

“Because I have like-minded companions,” Shendai Yunluo laughed.

“What do you want?” Qing Chen asked.

“I want Shendai Yunhe’s eyes.”

Qing Chen was silent for a moment.

On the phone, Shendai Yunluo said, “You’ve been lying low for seven days. Although I don’t know what trump card you have, I know you’re waiting for Shendai Yunhe to board the Airship. Now’s your chance. Just leave his eyes for me.”

In Ninth District, Luo Wanya was in a commercial building that the Guardians' Union had just bought, facing dozens of young people, carefully explaining how to understand Federation law and how to circumvent Federation law.

This was the first lesson he gave the new Home Families.

A group-based organization's first lesson doesn't teach Cultivation or paint a rosy picture; it teaches law.

This kind of organization is destined to take an unusual path.

The young people sat cross-legged on the floor cushions, listening attentively. Gao Yang was among them, his expression full of longing and aspiration.

After Luo Wanya finished his lecture, he said to the new Home Families, “After today’s lecture on the law, you may have also discovered a problem, that is, Federation law has gradually decayed. It uses the legislature as its bones, the law enforcement departments as its flesh and blood, and the Conglomerate as its brain, forming the current social order, unscrupulously exploiting the common people.”

Luo Wanya: “There’s an old saying from the Outer World sages: When order becomes chaos, one must use chaos to maintain order and save the law. Now, what I’m going to teach is one of the tools to save the law: the Zhunti Method.”

The Home Families cheered upon hearing this.

At this time, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei, who had been standing with their arms crossed, suddenly looked at each other.

They watched Luo Wanya, Little Seven, Xiao San, and others begin to individually bestow the Cultivation heritage on the new members.

Then, before their very eyes, they forcefully created an F-Class cultivator on the spot.

The two were instantly shocked!

Previously, they had thought that Daybreak had received support from the Conglomerate and obtained a large number of Gene Medicines, which is why they had a team of Gene Soldiers all above D-Class.

At that time, Xu Linsen was still thinking, since the source of their power was the Conglomerate, how could they maintain their stance?

Only at this moment did they realize that Little Seven and others weren't Gene Soldiers but Cultivators!

The reason Luo Wanya invited them to observe was quite obvious: to show off their muscles.

The subtext was also clear: If Black Spade merges with Daybreak, the Wildlanders under your command can also get some practical benefits. Whether you consider it a dowry or whatever doesn't matter; this thing is very useful.

Xu Linsen fell into thought.

The most troublesome thing for many organizations in this world is their military strength.

Even Fire Pit doesn't just take anyone to the snowy mountains and expect the gods to approve of them.

The gods of Fire Pit are quite picky!

Now, the Guardians' Union has the ability to mass-produce Cultivators, which in itself is a terrifying thing.

From a utilitarian point of view, perhaps the Zhunti Method is the greatest gift Li Xiurui, the head of the Li Clan, gave to Qing Chen.

Black Spade's biggest problem has always been that the Wildlanders have suffered too much, their ammunition is insufficient, they are prone to illness, and they can't escape quickly every time they are besieged by the Federation army.

Black Spade didn't expect the Wildlanders to be able to go head-to-head with the Federation's high-tech forces, but if their mobility was faster, they could at least save some lives before escaping into the Forbidden Zone.

Now, what does a Cultivation heritage that can mass-produce F-Class cultivators on the spot mean?

No wonder Luo Wanya spent so much time on team building and talent selection. Jiang Mubei had previously thought it was unnecessary, but now he understood that Luo Wanya was doing it to ensure that the Zhunti Method wouldn't be easily lost.

Jiang Mubei whispered, “Boss, I’m moved! Why don’t we really let that person be the Joker?”

Xu Linsen glanced at Jiang Mubei, “You sell me pretty quickly.”

“Boss, they’re giving too much!”

At this moment, Yang Yang pushed open the door and looked at Xu Linsen, “Boss, I’m going now.”

“Huh? Where to?” Xu Linsen wondered.

“I’m going on a date,” Yang Yang said.

“Tell me clearly, what are you going to do?” Xu Linsen was amused.

“Shendai Yunhe and Shendai Jing Cheng are leaving City 22 early; I’m going to help fight,” Yang Yang said.

Xu Linsen was helpless. Only this girl would consider this kind of thing a date!

“Do we need to help?” Xu Linsen asked.

“No,” Yang Yang shook her head.

“Did he hire other helpers?” Xu Linsen wondered.

“No,” Yang Yang shook her head.

Jiang Mubei was puzzled, “Those are A-Class experts and the Ten Attendants. Although Shendai Jing Cheng himself isn’t powerful, he has powerful people around him. It’s said that his Airship always carries 24 War Robots, each with B-Class capabilities.”

Yang Yang said, “He said that he’s already finished the most difficult things in this plan. All that’s left is to reap the rewards; this is the easiest part.”

Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other. Would anyone think that assassinating the Ten Attendants and an A-Class expert is easy?

Three hours later, the entire Airport area in City 22 was under martial law, and all civilian and commercial Airships were prohibited from taking off by the control tower.

In the Airport, countless signal lights flickered, and containers were neatly arranged at the edge.

A motorcade slowly arrived. Ordinary people would need to go through strict security checks, but this motorcade didn't. They could drive their vehicles directly to the center.

The bodyguards opened the car door for Shendai Jing Cheng, and the Ten Attendants boarded the plane under the escort of security personnel.

After entering the Class A Airship, Shendai Jing Cheng looked at Shendai Yunhe, who had been waiting in the cabin, “You said that he’s been hiding for seven days. If he had a bigger plan, it would be to kill my father, and the best time would be when I enter the cabin. But he didn’t appear.”

As he spoke, the Ten Attendants suddenly pinched a piece of skin below his neck, tearing off the entire mask.

At the rear of the Airship, the real Shendai Jing Cheng came out, “Since he didn’t make a move, then forget it. Now, City 2-1 is in chaos; we need to arrive as soon as possible.”

The young man playing Shendai Jing Cheng nodded, “Understood, Father.”

This person was none other than Shendai Jing Cheng’s third son, Shendai Yun Xin, the eldest grandson of the family head.

He walked into the command room in front of the bridge and said to the captain, “Take off, go directly to City 2-1 Eight-Forked Port.”

The anti-gravity device of the Class A Airship slowly started up and activated the main Turbine jet engine.

Currently, anti-gravity technology is still not mature enough. This technology has always been a problem that the Federation is trying to solve, so the Airship still needs external engines.

As the “Abyss” Airship slowly took off, four Fighter Jets also took off using electromagnetic catapults in the Airport to protect the Abyss.

Shendai Yunhe sat in the cabin, somewhat puzzled. Did Daybreak really give up?

Half an hour later, Shendai Kongyu sat in the independent network command room of the Garrison Troops, looking at the body carried in outside, expressionlessly cutting open the chest of the corpse for sacrifice.

Her nails cut through the pale and cold skin of the deceased, her mind filled with the thought of quickly ending this, so that after she returned, she could stay by Yunluo brother's side.

The corpse quickly withered, and the fog in the Cloud Mirror cleared.

However, at this moment, everyone suddenly saw a boy and a girl holding hands and flying in the sky in the Cloud Mirror.

They were no longer in City 22!

“Where is this? It looks like the wilderness in the south,” an officer said.

“Wait, look!”

Just below the boy and girl was the Abyss that had just flown away from the Airport!