I, the public enemy

Chapter 33 Recruiting Soldiers

We returned to the South District from the CBD.

Yuan Yue's finance director insisted on taking Wang Qing home, but Wang Qing refused. He got out of the car with Liu Ziwen, who owned an internet cafe.

It was a little after 4 p.m.

Wang Qing came out of a cheap clothing store and spent two hundred yuan to buy another set of clothes, still a black tracksuit, a loser's outfit.

Later we're going to the underground shopping mall, to Mo Zhenxiong's prosthetic clinic, the Hardcore Connection Center.

Wearing Yuanyue's school uniform is very eye-catching.

"I'll leave the school uniform with you for now, and I'll come pick it up another day."

Wang Qing has a lot to do.

But right now, the main task is to deal with the Spider Gang's underground arena.

He even had a classmate named Fu Jun there.

The higher grades are divided into demonstration classes and regular classes.

To reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining, break through this major bottleneck, and achieve near-perfect scores in all subjects, one must meet the admission requirements for prestigious universities.

The demonstration class is full of top students, most of whom have reached a bottleneck and are beginning to relax, while a small number have even broken through to the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

Even in the past, few people reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining before the age of eighteen. The Fangcang shelter's education system was extremely abnormal, a complete filter-like screening.

The students in the regular senior year classes are mostly at the third level of Qi Refining, and some are even at the second level. Their scores in each subject are still some distance from full marks.

An Zhi was in Class 3 because for people like her, it was just a matter of having a student status; they only needed to come once a week to meet the attendance requirement, and which class they were in didn't matter at all.

Fu Jun is at the second level of Qi Refining, and the pressure he faces given the sunk costs from the past is unimaginable.

First, he went to Mo Zhenxiong's place to prepare for the major purge. He needed to recruit more people, and he needed to take action against the Spider Gang, whether it was the underground fighting ring related to the original 714 Artillery or the market share of the Human Essence.

There are many things I can't do myself.

Secondly, the Mercury Group provided all the prizes for the competition, and since there were no competitors, they bought them all.

There are three items in total.

The most expensive item was a top-of-the-line SuperDream helmet from the [Taixu Computing Power] brand. Wang Qing glanced at the price online and saw it cost 800,000 yuan. As expected of Mercury Group, they were incredibly wealthy and powerful, and it seemed they had a strategic partnership with Taixu Computing Power.

Wang Qing needs to take this helmet to Mo Zhenxiong to crack.

Although he had already instructed Yuan Jingang to get one during the day, it would be good to have a spare, and he didn't have much time to search for the cassette tapes. The extra helmet could be used by his subordinates for this task.

The other two items were relatively inexpensive and were considered junk by Wang Qing. One was a bracelet and tactical boots set, but it was far inferior to the set An Zhi was wearing, though it was still a slightly higher-end item.

People in the makeshift hospitals use various items to display their status, including vehicles, trauma team insurance, wristbands, and boots, which also signify prestige.

It's pretentious, but Wang Qing can't use it.

The last one, the cheapest, is somewhat useful: a pair of black-rimmed glasses. It also has a basic spiritual warning device, a smartphone communication module, and a cloud database, allowing it to identify and distinguish the vast majority of items.

It has so many functions that it's almost unbelievable. Although Wang Qing doesn't need many of them, it's still incredibly comprehensive, including thermal imaging and night vision environment modeling, signal shielding, and anti-tracking.

The gift box was too conspicuous; he carried the bracelet and boots in a black plastic bag meant for garbage.

The glasses were very useful to Wang Qing, an old-timer in the cultivation world, so he put them on immediately.

Thanks to strong family genes, Wang Meng is good enough to be a model, and Wang Qing is not far behind. Although he is 1.8 meters tall and wears a cheap outfit with short hair, he has a strong physique and is handsome.

"Damn, you actually look pretty cool wearing it."

Liu Ziwen held Wang Qing's school uniform in his hand, his expression gloomy. It was all over. Brother Qing had already beaten Ye Qinghan to her knees and made her his crossbowman. There was now a pitiful barrier between them.

Wang Qing used his glasses to scan Liu Ziwen's biometric information, but the scan failed to identify him. It seems that not only spiritual consciousness, but also psionic industrial products are subject to information security management regulations.

But it can be solved by simply asking Mo Zhenxiong to use some tricks.

See you at school another day, Ghana.

Wang Qing was about to take a taxi to the underground shopping mall.

I've spent three days with Wang Qing, and I haven't even added him on Fetion. What a failure!

[Chirping away: Anyone have any messages from Wang Qingfei? Send them to me.]

Liu Ziwen suddenly received a message from An Zhi. Because of the robbery a few days ago, he had added An Zhi on WeChat.

Money gives heroes courage: I'll ask around for you.

This finally gave Liu Ziwen an excuse.

"Anzhi wants to add you, Brother Qing. Should I scan your QR code and send you her contact information?"

Liu Ziwen really didn't want to let the big leg fly away; his intuition told him that this guy was going to have a field day.

Wang Qing, however, was on high alert.

The most troublesome thing right now is this woman. We're only in the stage of suspicion, so we can't overreact.

People who can't be brought to justice are easy to deal with, but these people are different. Under the rules of the makeshift hospitals, those protected by the law, especially the descendants of "MG", are a different story.

The matter has now been settled, further confirming the immediate need to recruit and expand the workforce, including all types of people, including those who could be used to carry out the extermination of entire families.

Distributing its power is like the distribution of energy between heaven and earth, like rain and dew sprinkling everywhere without any one side suffering. Losing one corner does not harm the whole, and severing one thread does not damage the foundation. This is why it remains invincible.

"OK."

Wang Qing had already hailed a taxi and added Liu Ziwen on Fetion.

This guy's online name is the same as his virtual account name, both are "Money is the hero's courage".

After getting into the taxi, the meter was officially started.

The starting price is fifteen yuan. Although most places on the 21st floor do not have a day and night distinction, calculated on a 24-hour basis, it costs four yuan per kilometer during the day and seven yuan per kilometer at night due to frequent gang activities. People who can afford to take a taxi in Gray Core City are people with some capital.

We drove towards the underground shopping area.

soon.

[Chirping away, requesting to add you as a contact.]

Wang Qing agreed to the request.

After I accepted the request, the other party did not send any messages.

Wang Qing had been waiting.

At this moment, An Zhi was unaware that a single misspoken statement would lead to Wang Qing's impending major action.

However, things developed in a way that Wang Qing had not expected. Half a minute later...

[Chattering away: Who has a crush on you?! You're crazy! Your watch is broken! Don't go spreading rumors.]

It's alright then, it must have been Liu Ziwen who told her.

[DOKIX3: Pressure Massenet.]

[Chirping away: [frustrated emoji]]

[DOKIX3: Even such a wonderful thing must have its reason for existing. Those three-dimensional humans who hate anime will be wiped out by us.]

[Chirping away: [Husky "Enough is Enough" OK emoji]]

Wang Qing turned off his phone screen. Since Mo Zhenxiong was an illegal prosthetic doctor, he must know a lot of ruthless people. After this matter was over, the biggest threat was still the Spider Gang.

Half an hour.

South District Underground Street, Hard-to-Connect Center.

The punk-style saleswoman with dyed blue hair and a cigarette greeted Wang Qing with a high-street, medium-class gesture, not by waving, but by grasping his hand.

Wang Qing: "..."

Mo Zhenxiong was tinkering with hacking the Mewtwo Helmet in his studio. Yuan Jingang had brought it over at noon. There were very few appointments today. His computer alerted him to the noise at the door, and he crawled out of the studio.

"Brother Qing."

Mo Zhenxiong didn't know why he had come, nor had he told him in advance.

"Seriously, Uncle Mo, you're so old, aren't you shortening this young man's lifespan?"

The punk girl laughed and blew smoke rings.

Mo Zhenxiong was speechless. He wanted to slap him. He wasn't even sure if he could catch up with them even if he were five times older. Anyone who could possess another body in such a harsh environment as the makeshift hospital was a real monster.

Wang Qing placed the Mewtwo helmet on the worktable. "You know a lot of people in this industry, and I want to hire more people."