Chapter 315: Hidden Coordination
“Just wandering around?” Qing Chen asked curiously, “The Federal Group Army here is still waiting for your next order, and you’re just wandering around? Don’t tell me you entered the building to rescue me again.”
“No,” Li Changqing said aloofly, “I really just went in to wander around… How did you come down?”
At this moment, even if Li Changqing wanted to pretend he hadn’t gone to rescue Qing Chen, he still couldn’t help but be curious as to why the young man managed to come out faster than they did.
Wang Bingxu’s hearing couldn’t have been mistaken!
Qing Chen said frankly, “I came down by elevator, of course.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Bingxu visibly started.
When the young man said he came down by elevator, it sounded so matter-of-fact.
Yes, taking the elevator down 12 floors straight was indeed faster than he and Li Changqing taking the stairs, and besides, they had to check every floor on the way down to avoid being ambushed by someone hiding in a corner.
But Wang Bingxu couldn’t help but find it both funny and sad—who would take the elevator in such a dangerous situation?
The young man not only took the elevator but did so both when he entered and exited, bold yet careful!
Many people make all sorts of ingenious plans and fantasies when formulating tactical strategies.
However, when it comes to execution, everyone still opts for the safest approach.
Because life is fleeting, and no one can afford to gamble it away.
At that moment, Li Changqing looked at the injuries on Qing Chen’s arm and asked with concern, “What happened?”
In the distance, Xiao Ying, who had suffered a gunshot wound but was getting no attention, silently watched this scene and shed tears of grievance.
He decided that once he returned to the Outer World, he would apply to Boss Zheng; he too wanted to find a wealthy matriarch from a clan and infiltrate the clan’s inner circle.
If that didn’t work out, he would join the organization of Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen as an undercover agent and experience their unique organizational culture.
At this point, Qing Chen took the initiative to explain to Li Changqing, “During the escape, I was accidentally shot by an assassin and grazed.”
Li Changqing then looked at the bandage on his forehead, “And the head? What happened there?”
“After being shot, I fell down the stairs during the chase and hit my head on the wall. I feel dizzy and nauseous now. The doctor said I might have a mild concussion. After they count the wounded, they’re going to take us to the hospital together,” Qing Chen explained.
Ever since the transmigration incident, he felt that the injuries he had suffered were more than all of those he had experienced in the previous seventeen years combined.
However, compared to what he had gained, these minor injuries were nothing at all.
The Puppeteer’s split had now grown an additional 1.54 meters and was visibly enlarging.
Although the split needed to reach 50 meters to control a second person,
Qing Chen believed that even if he didn’t deliberately meet the Puppeteer’s containment conditions, he would eventually be able to control two puppets at the same time.
At that moment, Eighth Brother was lying on a stretcher, the blood from a wound on his leg had dyed the white stretcher red.
Li Changqing walked over and asked, “Is the injury serious?”
“It’s not serious, not serious. I took three bullets in the right leg, one bullet penetrated one centimeter in, and the other two grazed past the skin,” Eighth Brother described his injuries, feigning strength.
Li Changqing patted his shoulder, “Take care of your wounds. When you return, you will continue to be responsible for the special service team’s work, looking after my safety. From today on, you’re not called Eighth Brother anymore, you’re called Lao Jiu.”
Qing Chen thought to himself, are nicknames given so casually within this clan? But when he looked at Eighth Brother, it was clear that the latter was quite happy with it.
Suddenly, it dawned on him that it might just be a different way of thinking. Eighth Brother… no, Lao Jiu, who took refuge within the clan, truly viewed Li Changqing as his master, loyally and devotedly.
As someone from the Outer World, Qing Chen couldn’t accept being given a name by someone else, but Lao Jiu relished it.
He recalled something his master once said—emperors never disappear; they just change their clothes.
In this world, aren’t clans just like emperors in their own right?
The issue is, the nickname is now Lao Jiu, will it change again in the future to Lao Shi, Lao Er, or Eighth Brother?
There probably won’t be such high numbers; that old fellow likely won’t last that long.
A normal person won’t last that long, either.
At this very moment, an officer from the Federal Group Army approached Li Changqing, “Boss, the blockade has been completed, we are prepared to conduct a thorough sweep of the building.”
“Did you catch the person I wanted you to catch?” Li Changqing asked.
“Caught him, he’s in the High Sky Tower 300 meters away,” the officer responded, “When you completed the beheading inside the building, his communication signal was captured by our information technology vehicle, and he’s now in custody.”
Upon hearing this, Qing Chen started to ponder. Li Changqing had mentioned before that a powerful figure from the Deer Island family, having failed in the City No. 1 struggle, had quietly infiltrated City No. 18.
Li Changqing’s first move upon returning was to capture this person, but had been unable to find him until now.
Qing Chen thought that the one Li Changqing had knocked down from the building was him; it turned out that the main culprit was another, and Li Changqing had successfully captured him.
Li Changqing then indifferently ordered, “First, pull out all of his teeth for me, then take him to the Secret Prison for Yue Er to interrogate him personally. Besides, Wang Bingxu, go to the black market and pass the news to Su Xingzhi, let him spread the word.”
Yue Er? Qing Chen had thought that the Yue Er by Li Changqing’s side was just an ordinary secretary; now it seemed she was indeed a ruthless character.
Wait a second, there is also a Yue Er in the chat group…
Qing Chen fell into deep thought, it couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it? The key question was, who would use their Inner World name as an Outer World ID?
And the name Su Xingzhi was also very familiar to him.
It was this person that Uncle Li Dong had asked Qing Cheng to find when he was sent back to City 18. Qing Chen even knew his address.