Putting down the map, Wang Nanguo walked towards Zhiwu.

There's no choice but to walk; there are too many cars on the road. Wang Lu Feng also wore the Beast Selection Waist Bag on him.

If the car gets smashed, the car window is a minor issue, but losing the Beast Selection Waist Bag would leave you with nowhere to cry. Some foolish thieves smash any non-local car they see, regardless of whether you're from the Investigation and Arrest Bureau.

...

Shi Yuan City.

Bai Xiaolong finally found the sewage treatment plant mentioned by Su Yue.

Indeed.

There was something strange about this place.

Today isn't a holiday, and it's not the weekend, nor is there any special occasion, yet the plant inexplicably announced a day off.

There's something fishy.

Bai Xiaolong pretended to be a passerby, deliberately walking past the reception room.

Under normal circumstances, the door of a reception room wouldn't have a double security door, which makes it even stranger.

Bai Xiaolong couldn't be bothered to waste his Qi Blood.

He found a hardware store.

"Boss, give me the most powerful electric saw."

With the cordless electric saw in hand, Bai Xiaolong transformed into a chainsaw dragon.

Ringing, ringing.

The phone from the Martial Arts Network rang; it was a call from Meng Yang.

"Speak."

Bai Xiaolong said.

"There's a mission, wanna join? There might be some benefits."

Meng Yang said.

"Not going."

Bai Xiaolong directly refused.

He had a premonition, the task assigned by Su Yue this time would yield great rewards.

This is an intuition as a Martial Artist.

"Come if you want, don't regret it."

Meng Yang hung up the call.

"Not looking at my electric saw, would I regret it?"

Bai Xiaolong sneered.

Looking at the time, there were still more than two hours before 10 o'clock, so there was no rush.

First, go have breakfast.

...

Yangchang City.

Xu Baiyan found the mining site of Iron Crane Village.

Unfortunately, this mining site was in a state of suspension; she inquired with the villagers and found out that it had been shut down about a month ago.

The cautious villagers even asked Xu Baiyan if she was a journalist, as they're planning to file a complaint against the mining site for disturbing the residents, demanding compensation.

Xu Baiyan fled in panic.

The villagers were asking for exorbitant compensation, which even owning a mine wouldn't cover.

It was already past 8 o'clock.

Xu Baiyan found a spot and directly jumped into the mining site.

Suddenly.

She saw a few first-class Martial Artists wandering around.

There was indeed something wrong.

Xu Baiyan quickly hid and cautiously started searching for Plant No. 3.

...

Yang Lezhi encountered a situation similar to Xu Baiyan.

The stone processing plant had already been shut down, but after sneaking into the factory area, he noticed several workers dressed as Martial Artists patrolling; they were clearly on watch.

Yang Lezhi also became alert.

However, the factory manager's office wasn't hard to find, and he easily locked in on the location mentioned by Su Yue.

...

Last night, Mu Cheng had already infiltrated the plastic factory in Yongqu City.

Sure enough, there was something suspicious.

A plastic factory that had been inactive for over ten days, yet in the middle of the night, the cafeteria lights were on, with people coming and going.

These people in the cafeteria eating boxed meals and instant noodles must be crazy.

Su Yue's intel was spot on.

Mu Cheng was hiding in a concealed spot, constantly checking the time.

She had a strong feeling that something big was about to happen.

...

Southern Imperial Capital.

Although it was early morning, the streets were already bustling, office workers battling on crowded buses as usual.

Recently, on the streets of the Southern Imperial Capital, there were noticeably more foreign faces, coming and going, marveling at the Divine Land's food and culture.

The diplomatic delegations from various countries had also settled into the Divine Land Reception Hotel.

The grand diplomatic hall was ready, just waiting for the multinational meeting to officially start at 10 o'clock.

Countless journalists, wearing work badges, had set up dense rows of recording equipment in advance.

This time, the purpose of the Divine Land's multinational meeting was to pressure the surrounding small countries, urging them to unite and guard the Wet Ghost Tower, taking responsibility for the entire human race on Earth.

Meanwhile, countless Legion Martial Artists from the Zhenqin Corps had already been lying in wait around the great hall.

The Martial Artists involved in guarding here were at least fifth-class.

There were over 100 Grandmasters.

Zhenqin Corps General: Wang Yetao.

Yan Gui Corps General: Yan Chenyun.

Zhao Qi Corps General: Lin Dongqi.

The three generals were stationed on the third floor of the hall, defending against all hidden dangers.

The streets of the Southern Imperial Capital seemed chaotic and noisy, but the Investigation and Arrest Bureau had already mobilized countless personnel from various cities. As long as anyone caused trouble on the street, someone from the bureau would appear within two minutes.

The defense of the Southern Imperial Capital was like a fortress.

Wang Yetao sat on a sofa on the third floor, pondering whether there were any remaining vulnerabilities in the Southern Imperial Capital.

Reasonably, with Lin Dongqi and Yan Chenyun both here to watch over, unless the alien race breached ten Wet Ghost Towers consecutively, no slip-ups would occur in the Imperial Capital.

However, Wang Yetao's eyelid couldn't help but twitch.

He felt a constant sense of unease.

Inside the great hall, a few ordinary journalists wearing work badges were quietly tinkering with the equipment in their cameras.

Even though they were members of the Yangxiang Race, they were ordinary people, and given the number of journalists present, everyone would overlook them.

Performing a little trick would be easy.

Also, their objective was simple.

It was to wait for the order to arrive, then cut off the great hall's screen and directly project the image transmitted by the Yangxiang Race onto the great hall.

The exact content of the broadcast was unknown to these journalists.

Their task was merely to ensure the broadcast was successful.

This wasn't difficult.

Time ticked by second by second.

The road outside the Southern Imperial Capital's diplomatic hall had been sealed off, with Divine Land's foreign affairs officials present, ready to receive each country's diplomatic delegations.

Wang Yetao, draped in general's attire, personally stood guard outside the great hall.

Yan Chenyun and Lin Dongqi stood behind the glass on the third floor; although they hadn't come down, they remained highly vigilant.

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