Chapter 1782: Chapter 1781: Intelligence (Major Update Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Who?"

Skavi pushed the window open, looking at the pale sky, then turned around to glance at the sides beside him. He frowned tightly.

"Is there anything unexpected?" Katelei slightly furrowed his brows, observing around Skavi, his gaze swept past the bedside, and he whispered, "There’s no one else here."

"My ’friend’ once left an extraordinary artifact," Skavi slightly furrowed his brows, withdrew his gaze, and reached out to close the window. He looked at Katelei behind him and gave a somewhat apologetic smile, "It can sense some extraordinary power not belonging to this house."

"You mean, someone came in here with me?" Katelei raised an eyebrow slightly, speaking in a somewhat displeased tone.

"Of course not, you’re my most important ally on the board," a moment of gloom flashed through Skavi’s eyes, he looked at Katelei and smiled, "This might be a very dangerous transcendent. To protect your safety, we might need to impose a bit of martial law and search this intruder out of the villa."

Katelei observed Skavi’s expression, seemingly trying to discern whether Skavi was lying or teasing him.

Eventually, he whispered, "Alright, what do I need to do?"

"You don’t need to do anything," Skavi shook his head and whispered, "The extraordinary item left by my friend will automatically respond. It’s an artifact far beyond mortal power; that intruder cannot escape no matter what."

He seriously said, "You can wait on the sofa for a while, the martial law has already begun, and once I catch that intruder, everything will be clear."

Katelei looked at him, after a brief pause, nodded slightly, and sat on the sofa beside him, "Alright, I’ll wait for your news."

He Ao also nodded slightly beside him, glanced at Skavi, and then looked into the depths of the villa.

A certain cold aura suddenly burst from the underground of the villa, bringing a terrifying and suffocating oppression, sweeping across the entire villa.

The light, already cold, at this moment, seemed to be a slender blade, piercing into the skin with a chilling coldness.

Sitting on the sofa, Katelei subconsciously shrank slightly.

Outside, the sound of howling wind came, then the door of the office naturally opened, a ghostly wind blew into the office and over the fur on the sofa.

Although the specific appearance of this ghostly wind couldn’t be seen, a certain invisible resentment and anger had already spread in the entire space.

Sitting on the sofa, Katelei observed all this, slightly frowning, "Ghost?"

"Just some transcendent tricks," Skavi chuckled, took a wine glass from beside, filled it with wine, and handed it to Katelei, "When we do things, practicality always comes first. Whatever the power, as long as it can be used for us, is good power."

"For example, the power of the Church of the Grim Reaper?" Katelei glanced at the wine glass Skavi handed over but did not reach to take it and continued to ask hoarsely, "When you were leveraging the Church of the Grim Reaper’s power, did you consider how much trouble these cults could bring to the group?"

The cold wind swept through the room with hatred and anger but seemed to have found nothing, passing through the door and flying towards the other side of the room.

Yet the atmosphere in this meeting room did not warm with the departure of the cold wind, instead, it became colder.

"Did you listen to some rumors without a definite source," Skavi placed the wine glass beside the fireplace, smiled somewhat helplessly, "Indeed, we had a small collaboration with the Church of the Grim Reaper, but I’ve explained to the board that it’s just some basic trading, we pay money, they provide strength, merely that, and nothing deeper."

"Just for a little collaboration, the ’friend’ of the Church of the Grim Reaper helped you set up extraordinary security at home?" Katelei raised his head, looking at Skavi.

"You’re misunderstood, this item is also bought from a friend," Skavi chuckled, "I still emphasize that the group’s cooperation with the Church of the Grim Reaper is very limited, as for the influence of the Church on us···"

He paused slightly, gazed at Katelei, and continued, "Just as I said at the board meeting, as long as the media and the public don’t know about something, that thing never happened. And the media can be controlled by us."

He looked at Katelei, whose expression remained unchanged, and further said, "Even if something really happens one day, we can cut ties immediately and blame everything on the Church of the Grim Reaper."

"I hope you indeed did nothing as you said," Katelei stood up slightly, gazing calmly at Skavi, "Now, has your ’friend’ finished searching? Did he find the ’uninvited guest’? Can I leave?"

Skavi paused slightly, seeming to listen to something, his expression darkened for a moment, then he quickly switched to a smiling face, looked at Katelei, "Of course, you can leave anytime, as I said, this search wasn’t about you, my dear ally, I’ll see you off."

Katelei gave him a glance, didn’t say much.

The butler opened the door and brought Katelei’s hat and cane.

Katelei took back his things, walked along the corridor, and headed outside.

Skavi accompanied Katelei all the way to the door, where a luxury car was already waiting.

Before getting into the car, Katelei looked at Skavi and calmly said, "I will submit the information I obtained to the board, the final judgment will still wait until the board meeting and be decided by the board."

"Of course, that’s what we should do." Skavi nodded, watched Katelei get into the car, the door closed automatically, and watched the luxury car drive away.

After the car completely left the garden, he lowered his gaze and cursed softly, "Idiot."

Clink, clink——

The hall behind seemed to have a ghost wind pass through, causing the giant chandelier to jingle.

He turned around, looked at the butler, "Is that ghost thing still in effect?"

"Yes." The butler lowered his head and softly replied.

"These idiots from the Church of the Grim Reaper didn’t tell me they gave me an extraordinary item with a bit of Angel designation, they said it could detect all extraordinary movements, help block all transcendent assassins, but why did it turn out to be such a ghost thing? It’s useless and caused trouble."

In the jingling of the chandelier, Skavi took a deep breath, "Contact the people of the Church of the Grim Reaper, have them turn this thing off for me."

"Yes." The butler nodded slightly.

Outside the garden, the luxury car drove out of the gate, entered the narrow road, and gradually drove away.

——

The morning light of dawn shone into the simply decorated bedroom through the window.

Heish rubbed her eyes on the desk, sat up straight, eased her stiff cheeks, and smiled somewhat helplessly, "I actually fell asleep sitting here."

She raised her head, glanced at the dawn light outside the window, then subconsciously turned back to look behind.

A vaguely shaped figure stood quietly there, smiling at her.

Her eyes slightly paused, then she chuckled softly, "Jess, did you finish your business?"

"Yes, finished." He Ao looked at her, smiling and nodding, "Thank you."

"No trouble at all," Heish chuckled, "The information you needed wasn’t difficult."

"I know," He Ao smiled, "you are the most professional intermediary in Vitland."

His presence gradually faded with the words.

"That’s right," Heish slightly raised his eyebrows, then lowered his gaze and stared at the spot where the presence had disappeared. After a pause, he said softly, "Until next time."

"Alright." A gentle response echoed in the void.

—

Wilderness outside Dawn City

The muddy convoy stopped at the edge of the wide commercial road.

Mud covered the bodies of the white trucks and stained the armored vehicles painted black.

The dawn light illuminated the edge of the sky, and at the front of the convoy, the door of a leading armored vehicle opened, and a man stepped out, lifted his head, and gazed at the faint glow on the eastern horizon.

The outline of a magnificent city faintly emerged beneath the dawn light, revealing itself at the end of the vast plain.

"Is that Dawn City?" A figure walked up behind the man, looking at the huge city sprawling beneath the dawn light, like a giant dragon lying on this vast wasteland, couldn’t help but swallow and marveled.

"It’s much bigger than Fro City."

"Bigger than Trollon too."

"Bigger than Rock City."

"In comparison, our city seems like a little infant."

"Bathing in the dawn light, it’s so beautiful."

"Of course, after all, it’s called Dawn City."

Chattering voices rose behind the man as more individuals gathered.

"Alright, alright, everyone hurry to eat and prepare to depart, the consortium has cut off several commercial roads," the man turned back, gazed at the figures behind him, and smiled, "we have to take a much longer detour, most likely won’t arrive as planned, but if we move quickly, we can still hope to reach Dawn City before tonight, then we can have a bath in the city."

"Okay!!!"

Fierce cheers erupted from the crowd.

As the cheers continued, the man glanced once more at the mud-spattered white truck, turned back, gazed again at the magnificent city under the dawn light, and let out a long sigh,

"We’re back."

—

Ains

The dawn’s radiance spread forth from the eastern sky, passing through the towering skyscrapers, traversing the air tracks, dragging long shadows, casting onto the top of dilapidated walls.

Draped in fur, dressed in a claret gown, with flowing brown hair, a noblewoman leaned against a red sports car, fetching a gilt rose cigarette box from her exquisite handbag. Taking a slender cigarette, she placed it in her mouth and used the electronic lighter at the box’s end to light it.

The gentle dawn light shone between her fluffy hair, outlining enchanting shadows.

She inhaled lightly on the cigarette, her somewhat weary eyelids lifted slightly, and then she raised her hand to check the time on her bracelet.

Buzz—

Meanwhile, from the depths of the low wall nearby, came faint rustling sounds, and a slender, slightly stooped man wearing a white shirt, gray jeans, and a simple light jacket gradually emerged from the shadows.

The man glanced at the cigarette the noblewoman held in her mouth, slightly swallowed.

The noblewoman raised an eyebrow and directly closed the cigarette box, tossing it to the man.

The man hurriedly caught it, carefully opened it, took out a cigarette, placed it in front of his nose for a deep sniff, then pinched off the filter, held the cigarette in his mouth, and lit it with an electronic lighter.

Finally, he closed the cigarette box and returned it to the noblewoman.

"No need, it’s all for you," the noblewoman removed the lipstick-stained cigarette from her mouth, exhaled a mouthful of smoke, looked at the man, and asked softly, "You mentioned you have intelligence on the organizers of the last big protest?"

Upon hearing the noblewoman’s words, the man first lowered his head, looked at the cigarette box in his hand, carefully examining the gilt patterns, and cautiously pocketed it.

Then he looked at the noblewoman and said softly, "Madam, it’s like this, I’ve recently encountered a little trouble."

"Lost in gambling again? Twenty thousand," the noblewoman directly retrieved a slender metal strip from her handbag, seemingly a hardware wallet, "It’s all cryptocurrency, you know how to withdraw, right?"

"I know, I know." The man eagerly reached to take the metal strip.

But the noblewoman slightly withdrew her hand, leaving the man’s reaching hand grasping at empty space.

She gazed at him calmly, stating, "We’ve collaborated before, you know the consequences of deceiving me."

The man’s eyes locked onto the metal strip, slightly swallowing, then he lifted his head to look at the noblewoman, "Madam, I assure you, the information I’ve got is definitely genuine!"

The noblewoman tossed the metal strip to him, "Speak."

The man immediately reached out, wiped it, carefully pocketed it, then looked at the noblewoman and smiled, "Madam, you know, that last big protest didn’t just scare the President, but also offended the consortium lord’s dignity, after all, this is Ains, and we can’t let those audacious brats act recklessly, so ’someone’ took action to ’dispose’ of them all."

"Continue." The noblewoman took a drag from her cigarette, calmly stated.

"Hey," the man chuckled, "Of course, this is common knowledge, anyone slightly involved in intelligence in Ains knows those brainless brats are dead, but the information that follows is known only to me."

The noblewoman took a drag of her cigarette, turned her head towards him.

"After those brats were disposed of," the man continued, "Their bodies were first moved out of Ains by ’someone’, taken to a nearby satellite city, then were extracted by another group from that city, camouflaged as a commercial convoy, the latter part is crucial."

The noblewoman raised her head, gazing at the man.

The man, with his head lowered, proceeded, "That convoy transporting bodies was ’intercepted’ en route."