...Should I go?
Ming Po pondered.
The main issue was that the location the other party provided... was simply too remote. No matter how he looked at it, it seed like a trap.
To explain just how remote this place was to soone unfamiliar with the concept, one could put it this way...
The housing prices near Ming Po's ho were around a hundred thousand per square ter, and Gao Fan's Anchor Point was likely around a hundred and fifty thousand.
But the secondhand housing prices near Fengxian New City Station could drop below twenty thousand.
To modern adults, describing how beautiful or dreamy a house is often falls on deaf ears. But if you bluntly state the house is worth thirty million, they will imdiately gasp, "Wow, that must be a really nice house."
It would take Ming Po about an hour or two just to get there by subway. If he took the high-speed train for that sa amount of ti, he could have reached Ningbo.
Moreover, Ming Po had never been there before.
He was completely unfamiliar with the area and currently had no way to check a map.
If he were ambushed during the eting, he would have almost zero chance of escaping.
"...I still have to go."
Ming Po finally made up his mind. "Even if it is a trap, I have to go."
He needed to confirm one thing: exactly who was targeting him.
He had witnessed Ai Shiping being crushed to death by a Void Truck. At that mont, he realized soone was after him—only, the only people alive who should have known his na at the ti were Lawyer Chen and Lin Ya.
That was why Ming Po had confronted Lawyer Chen earlier.
Now, his plan to capture Lin Ya was also to determine whether she was innocent.
And now...
The lady nad Naless from the previous ga had suddenly called him using so special thod, claiming that soone was trying to kill him.
Yes, a phone call.
The common knowledge about Deceivers that Gao Fan had shared absolutely did not include this kind of thod.
The world Deceivers inhabited had no signal whatsoever. The networking and communication functions of mobile phones were entirely useless. That was precisely why Deceivers had to communicate near public transportation hubs like subway stations or bus stops.
Although this thod was incredibly primitive, it had to be done...
Deceivers had no news, no newspapers, no internet, not even a neighborhood gossip network. If they did not actively gather intelligence using their own legs, mouths, and ears, they could easily fall months behind other teams.
But if they could use mobile phones to communicate remotely, it ant they possessed an overwhelming intelligence advantage over other teams!
The battles between Deceivers were wars of information.
Who frequently used which Title, what strategies they preferred, what abilities they possessed, what weaknesses those abilities had, and how to counter them... all of this was unimaginably precious intelligence. If information was a one-way street, the victor would be virtually decided from the very beginning.
This proved one thing.
The team Naless belonged to, or the group she was affiliated with, was not a small cluster huddling together for warmth like Gao Fan's, but a massive alliance with a significant degree of organization and professional intelligence sources!
When such a group explicitly focused their attention on him, trying to run and hide was aningless.
He had to face them head-on, make open contact, and gauge their attitude toward him.
Furthermore, there was another possibility...
The one who assassinated Ai Shiping might not have been Lin Ya and Chen Bingwen, but this unknown enemy.
But... why would that person kill the wrong target?
Ming Po thought for a mont and decided not to switch his Title.
Although Detective made him appear far more harmless and its special ability could help him find more useful clues...
It also ant he would lack frontal combat power.
The Werewolf Title had not evolved yet. While it boasted superior endurance, its combat power was noticeably weaker than Frankenstein. Moreover, as a Title from the Domain of Slaughter, it might invite further targeting. It also sowhat affected his sanity, making it inconvenient for communicating with strangers.
He still did not know if a fight would break out this ti...
The only pity was that Ming Po was not a weapons enthusiast. He did not have any armor, longswords, or compound bows at ho. He did not even own a dagger.
However, after rummaging through his house for a while, he did find so handy "tools" for self-defense.
An old adjustable wrench.
It was about thirty centiters long.
Ming Po had not bought it, nor did he know how to use it properly. But it looked like a hamr and was quite comfortable to hold.
Ming Po weighed it in his hand with satisfaction and tried swinging it a few tis, producing sharp whooshing sounds through the air.
"...No wonder so gas strictly forbid bringing items inside."
Ming Po smiled and stuffed it into his inner coat pocket.
It seed he really could bring quite a few useful things!
This gave Ming Po a bit of inspiration, so he stuffed two screwdrivers into the outer pockets of his trench coat.
Then, he left the house feeling quite satisfied.
He still did not wear a mask... He only wrapped a scarf around his neck to conceal the stitches and discoloration, casually covering the lower half of his face.
Perhaps because it was nearing noon.
When Ming Po took the subway out this ti, he finally spotted other Deceivers in the station.
Those Deceivers all wore masks, surgical masks, or hoods. Every single one was bundled up tightly.
They gathered beneath the advertising pillars in the station, lowering their voices as they discussed sothing.
But they did not interact with Ming Po. They rely glanced at him before walking past.
And when Ming Po approached them, they vigilantly ceased their conversation.
It was not until Ming Po was far away that they resud their whispering.
Ming Po noticed that the gazes they directed at him harbored hidden fear—
Clearly, any Deceiver bold enough to walk the streets showing their "true face" was no simple character.
The journey of over an hour was simply too boring.
By the ti Ming Po finally arrived, he could not help but yawn.
He lazily watched the sparse, black-and-white crowd exit through the subway doors. Once most of the people had left, he tightened his scarf and slowly walked out.
Almost instantly, he saw the girl standing not far from the entrance.
Unlike other Deceivers.
She made absolutely no attempt to hide her face—
She wore neither a mask nor sunglasses.
Instead, she sported red eye makeup and wore decorative cat ears on her head.
She looked exactly like a cosplayer.
"Yo."
Ming Po strolled over lazily and greeted her in a low voice. "I'm here."
His voice sounded quite feeble, even a bit impatient.
If Ming Po had been dragged all this way by false information or so sort of prank... he wouldn't mind making the other party pay.
The girl, however, seed entirely devoid of vigilance as she turned around casually. "Mr. Frankenstein?"
It was the exact familiar voice that had rung out over the phone.
But upon seeing her face clearly, Ming Po's footsteps paused.
He narrowed his eyes. His left hand, shoved into his pocket, instantly gripped a screwdriver. Then he casually continued walking forward.
"—You're not Naless."
Ming Po's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing her cheek, while his screwdriver-wielding left hand simultaneously aid at the girl's wide-open left eye.
"Who are you?"
Ming Po's still sowhat drowsy voice echoed.
The screwdriver in his left hand appeared to be the threat... which was why people rarely realized that Ming Po's right hand was the true, lethal killing move.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Frankenstein..."
But "Naless" rely smiled, showing not a hint of tension.
Her body suddenly lted into a cloud of mist, slipping free from Ming Po's grasp. She drifted backward for two ters before reassembling.
By then, she had morphed into a different appearance.
—It was exactly the "Naless" Ming Po had previously t during the Deceptive School ga.
"For so people, appearances can be altered... right?"
She smiled, speaking with profound aning.
"Hmph."
Ming Po did not reply. He simply slipped the screwdriver back into his pocket.
He adjusted his scarf again, covering the lower half of his face.
The other party's ability proved she was not simple, either.
With that established, Ming Po finally had the patience to hear what she had to say.
To discuss...
Why she knew soone wanted him dead, why she knew his phone number, and why she was able to contact him.
"Where to?" Ming Po asked coldly. "You don't expect to just stand here chatting with , do you?"
"Whatever works."
The girl grinned and leaned in close. "But...
"—We have to escape first."
The mont her words fell, she violently shoved Ming Po.
The next instant, a gunshot abruptly rang out!
A crimson muzzle flash flared through the gap between them.
Had Naless not shoved Ming Po, the bullet would have likely blown his head off.
Ming Po was instantly startled, his pupils dilating.
...A gun?
—How could soone have a gun?!
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