Earlier, when Wu Chang saved the Negotiation Master, she ntioned that while escaping, she noticed a player near the centipede puppet, attacking her together with it.
She used her big move to blow off one of his hands, and only then did he flee, injured.
According to the Negotiation Master’s subsequent speculation, the person’s intentions were very clear, showing excessively vigorous aggressiveness in coordination with the centipede puppet. The movents of the puppet were likely directed or guided by him.
The Cursed Dungeon is monopolized by the Four Major Organizations, making it difficult for ordinary players to enter. Even if they get lucky and enter randomly, due to the dungeon’s rules, the sa player cannot enter multiple tis.
Soone who knows the behavior of the dungeon’s monsters well and can control or guide them must have close ties with the Four Major Organizations.
A player with close ties to the Four Major Organizations, instead of helping Wu Chang gather intelligence, is killing other mbers of the organizations, making his identity obvious.
He is either a remnant of the Evolution Sect or acting under Lin Jiang’s orders.
Wu Chang had not forgotten that his primary goal in entering the Cursed Dungeon was to eliminate Lin Jiang and reclaim the highest authority of the Four Major Organizations from his hands.
This matter concerns both the real world and the Desolate Realm and is not rely a task for Hou Jingchuan; if the Four Major Organizations fall completely into the hands of the Evolution Sect, and the Bright Society sends people to control both realms, Joy will not let him off easily.
Helping Hou Jingchuan is also helping himself.
Lin Jiang must not be allowed to leave the dungeon alive.
Right now, finding the one-handed man could lead directly to Lin Jiang; if he doesn’t deal with this trouble, he won’t be able to eat or sleep in peace.
The car stopped at Romance Street, one of the three major slums in Sigef City, where the lower class of the city gathers.
Black, brown, undocunted workers, refugees, and the heavily indebted near bankruptcy...
This place is also known as the last stop before holessness because living here is akin to having "unwelco" written on one’s identity info.
Even the simplest odd jobs, employers are reluctant to hire people living on Romance Street.
The one-handed man resides here.
Firstly, because it’s cheap here, and secondly, because it’s chaotic enough.
There are many destitute disabled people on Romance Street, and losing a hand here is considered a minor injury; nobody will pay attention.
Except for White Old K.
Wu Chang and his group got off the car outside Romance Street as luxury cars would be too conspicuous and could alert their target; they had to proceed on foot.
As soon as they stepped past the Romance Street sign, it’s no exaggeration to say the air was filled with nurous new elents.
People living here mostly wouldn’t buy deodorants; with their spare money, they’d rather buy more packs of leaves.
The strong body odor and pungent leaf scent perated the entire street.
Apart from these nauseating slls, Wu Chang also sensed the scent of death.
In a short ti, many people had died here.
Miles covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and pointed at a gray-brown three-story building, saying:
"According to our intelligence, the one-handed man lives in there. To prevent targeting the wrong person, we thoroughly investigated the guy’s background."
"The one-handed man calls himself Deep; he suddenly appeared on Romance Street three days ago. We asked a few smart kids on the street, and they said when they first saw Deep, his hand wasn’t missing."
"Deep works in a small restaurant kitchen on the outskirts of Romance Street, joining with four others who also live on Romance Street and are being watched by our people."
Wu Chang nodded after hearing this and said to Miles, "Well done."
A smile appeared on Miles’s face; since the inclusion of the Negotiation Master and Colton, he felt squeezed in White Old K’s circle.
In terms of networking, he couldn’t compete with the Negotiation Master; in vision and knowledge, he couldn’t match Colton; regarding combat, he had no prowess.
Being sidelined in one matter after another made him dispensable; if this continued, he would eventually be optimized out.
To avoid being optimized, he had to carve out a new path, choosing intelligence as his focus.
Now, it seems his work was progressing well.
Miles continued, "Last night at eleven, after Deep finished work, he didn’t leave his room. He should still be inside now. Boss, should we have our people go in?"
Wu Chang shook his head, saying, "I’ll go myself, you all stay outside."
Miles knew better than to ask unnecessary questions; seeing the boss’s insistence on acting alone, he didn’t dare interfere, so he and his team remained outside to stand guard.
Wu Chang strode into the building where Deep was temporarily residing, the intense sll nearly overwhelming him at the entrance.
Frowning, he pressed on, feeling the malicious stares from the surroundings.
He was in a hurry and didn’t change his clothes on the way; his suit jacket was left in the car, but he still wore a dress shirt and vest, the fabric’s quality unmistakably high.
To the building’s residents, he was a fat sheep presenting itself willingly; skimming so profit off him could keep these people going for months, even a year.
Wu Chang could even hear the sounds of guns being cocked behind more than one door.
He sighed, smashing the thin wall to his right with a punch, pulling out a man with a dark face as if an antagonist from Conan’s world, seizing him by the neck.
The man struggled in the air, well aware, dropping his pistol and surrendering.
Wu Chang flung the man to the ground, asking, "Do you know Deep, a guy missing a hand?"
The man nodded.
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