When it comes to demolitions, I'm absolutely top-tier. I can create a hugely powerful explosive unit in an extremely short amount of time. But when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I'm a total weakling. I'm at the bottom of the Luan Long Group, the one everyone can push around. Just because I'm weak doesn't mean I don't know what terrifying power looks like. I can name several people who can crush stones with their bare hands; I just never expected Xia Liang to be a monster on their level.

"Where is Situ Lianxin? The USB drive must have multiple firewalls. Get her to crack it, now. We don't have much time," Xiao Qianxi said, patting the back of the driver's seat.

Explosive nodded. "She's in the safe house. We're heading there now."

With everything in motion, Xia Liang knew that no amount of anxiety would let him teleport. He simply opened the car's mini-fridge, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.

I'm not drinking wine. I'm drinking my tax dollars!

Xia Liang chuckled to himself and slowly poured a glass.

Xiao Qianxi felt helpless. Sometimes, she really couldn't figure him out.

"Why aren't you drinking? This wine isn't cheap," she said.

Xia Liang shook his head, staring intently at the wine glass. When a master is at work, details are a matter of life and death.

The glass before him was filled with crimson wine when, suddenly, Xia Liang's brow furrowed.

"Stop the car!"

The sudden shout startled Explosive.

But as a member of Luan Long, his training kicked in: make the right call in the shortest possible time. Ignoring the car's speed, Explosive slammed on the brakes and yanked the handbrake.

The Cadillac immediately lost control, spinning wildly on the suburban road before crashing into a tree.

The door was kicked open. Xiao Qianxi and Xia Liang leaped out, dragging the bleeding Explosive with them as they sprinted for their lives.

BOOM!

They had only run about ten meters when the Cadillac erupted in a massive explosion, its frame vaulting into the sky.

We're exposed!

That was the trio's single, unified thought. But how? How had the enemy managed to plant a bomb and poison in the car without them knowing?

"The only possibility is that you were suspected while planting your own device," Xiao Qianxi said. "The people from Sanctuary would rather kill an innocent person than let a target slip away."

The presence of the bomb and poison didn't make Xiao Qianxi suspect Explosive—that was the trust between comrades. Xia Liang didn't suspect him either. After all, who bombs themselves for fun?

"Situ Lianxin has been lying low here the whole time, so she shouldn't be exposed. Let's get to the safe house, now," Xiao Qianxi added.

She then pulled two high-explosive grenades from her bag and tossed them into the burning Cadillac to destroy any remaining evidence.

Xia Liang watched, a chill running down his spine. What did the poor car do to deserve being blown up twice?

「…..」

A rundown, solitary courtyard in the suburbs radiated a sense of decay. The feeling inside the house, however, was something else entirely.

It's like a decrepit Pansi Cave, he thought. All sorts of cables and wires snaked across the floor, and the room was cluttered with electronic machinery. The living room was littered with scrap paper and takeout boxes.

The most eye-catching things, of course, were the massive monitors and a pink computer chair. In it sat a young girl, clattering away on a keyboard with two chocolate bars dangling from her mouth. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, big, round eyes, and her hair was done in two thick braids. Her gaze was as lively and clear as spring water. She wore an oversized red T-shirt with a Nezha pattern on it and sat with her legs crossed, leading Xia Liang to suspect she might not be wearing anything underneath.

"Sima Jing, Sima Jing."

After being called twice, the girl with the pigtails slowly turned around. The moment she recognized Xiao Qianxi, she launched herself into her arms like a fledgling returning to its nest, enthusiastically rubbing her head against that magnificent chest.

"Hehehe, Sister Qianqian, you're finally here! This scent, this feeling... I've missed it so much!"

Explosive clutched his bleeding forehead, looking utterly helpless. "Hey, Sima Jing, get me a first aid kit. Can't you see my head is split open?"

Her attitude did a complete one-eighty. Sima Jing glanced at him with disgust. "The first-aid kit is probably in the bathroom. Find it yourself. But I think there are only a few bandages left in there."

Bandages for a split-open head? Still, it's better than nothing, I guess. Explosive walked toward the bathroom, on the verge of tears.

Xia Liang was dumbfounded. This is the legendary number one hacker in Dragon Country? Freaking hell, if you ask this Master, she's the number one foodie! Just look at all the food wrappers in this living room.

"You're Black Flash?" Sima Jing looked at Xia Liang, her tone dripping with hostility.

"Hey, don't get the wrong idea," Xia Liang said, holding up his hands. "Your beloved Sister Qianqian and I don't have the kind of relationship you're imagining. So, it would be best if we could just get along."

Password accepted! Sima Jing's sour expression instantly brightened. She gave Xia Liang a look that clearly said, "Alright, bro, you get it."

It was no secret she'd had a crush on Sister Qianqian forever; everyone in Luan Long knew. Then, one day, news broke that the angelic Sister Qianqian had actually fallen for a mortal—and he was a rideshare driver, of all things.

How could that be allowed? She had been desperate for someone from Luan Long to take over her post in America so she could fly back home and teach that driver a lesson.

Now, the man himself was standing right in front of her. But after his explanation, Sima Jing was quite satisfied and dropped her hostility.

"We can chat later," Xiao Qianxi said, handing her the USB drive. "Crack this as fast as you can. Every second counts."

Business came first. Sima Jing knew what was important. Taking the drive, she sat back down in her familiar chair, her small hands flying across several keyboards at a frantic pace. Her rhythm was light yet precise, as if she were performing a magnificent symphony only she could hear.

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