Chapter 939: 580, the last thing
“Boss… woman, among these people, who is really the boss?” Zhang ngchan asked softly.
He still wasn’t sure if the person in front of him was indeed the boss lady, as it was only Yangyang who had unilaterally acknowledged it, so he hesitated slightly when addressing her.
Yangyang glanced at him: “You’d better call that in full, otherwise others might think your boss is quite feminine.”
With that, Yangyang looked at a shop assistant: “Hey, bring those two outfits for him to try on, find a suitable size for him.”
In the mall of the Fifth District, Yangyang was taking a little boy shopping. This was sothing Qing Chen had asked her to do, to help get so clothes and a new phone for the little boy.
Just like any normal boy would receive from their parents.
Zhang ngchan’s old phone was long shattered and barely functional — he had no idea how it was still working.
At this mont, the little boy with the new phone was curiously searching news happening in City 22, knowing it was related to the boss.
In the Federation, dia outlets were as nurous as the hairs on a cow. Apart from Hope dia, almost all were shalessly using sensationalism to attract traffic. Unscrupulous dia like “New Federation Daily” never cared if their reports were true or not.
Thus, another dark profession was born in the Federation, independent courier reporters.
These independent courier reporters didn’t belong to any dia outlet. They road the city, searching all cri scenes to get first-hand materials. Whoever could film the clearest, most detailed, and complete report could sell their news at a high price.
Once, the most notorious independent courier reporter in the Federation was Duan Daowei. At a murder scene, knowing the victim urgently needed rescue, he didn’t call the police and instead fild the entire murder process.
Later, he wasn’t satisfied with just filming and began creating murder cases for himself to shoot.
Currently, the entire Federation’s dia was rushing to report on the happenings in City 22. The first was the assassination attempt on Jindai Yunhe, and the second was the successive assassinations of Jindai Consortium Ti Travelers.
The dia listed many suspects, even without any evidence, they put all who were suspected online.
And Qing Chen’s photo was mixed in among the suspect images.
Zhang ngchan had never seen Qing Chen’s real face, but he knew ‘Chen Sui’ was not the boss’s true form, hence his curiosity.
Yangyang glanced at him and said, “He is your boss. He’s the one who has to tell you himself… Ah, you’re his first courier, aren’t you? Shouldn’t there be so sort of ritual? How about I go kill that person from the Dragon Pattern Gang for you as a celebration, to ward off bad luck!”
Zhang ngchan’s mouth twitched; how could this boss lady have such a jumpy thought process?
He cautiously asked, “What kind of person is the boss?”
Yangyang looked at the ceiling and thought for a mont: “A coward? I drove over his face with a tire, and he was still saying goodnight to rkaba.”
Zhang ngchan couldn’t help but laugh; what kind of nonsense was this? It seed like if he wanted to know what kind of person the boss was, he would have to observe for himself in the future.
Then, Yangyang suddenly beca uncharacteristically serious: “That boss of yours, and his circle of people, they all appear cold on the outside, but have a fire hidden inside, with romance deep in their bones. They never stay in one place for too long, nor will they ever live an unchanging life; the stars and the sea are their true ho.”
Listening to this, Zhang ngchan felt so longing and then suddenly beca despondent.
He suddenly asked, “Boss lady, will you and the boss leave City 22 afterward?”
Yangyang gave him a strange look: “You have to go too. He asked to take you with us; the things here can be left to Lao Luo and the others, you don’t need to stay here forever.”
“Huh?” Zhang ngchan was suddenly delighted again.
At this mont, Federation dia once again reported the news that the sniper in City 22 had shot again and successfully escaped.
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In the pitch-black sewer, Qing Chen sat on a damp, decaying pipe, holding a phone: “Hey, you’re from the Jindai Consortium after all. Isn’t it kind of bad to keep secretly telling the tis Jindai Sorajima uses the Cloud Mirror?”
In the sewer, only two tiny openings on the manhole cover let light through, shining on his head.
In two days, Qing Chen had escaped countless pursuits by the Jindai Consortium, not because of his exceptional evasion skills, mainly because Jindai Yunlo kept sending him tip-offs.
Every ti Jindai Sorajima used the Cloud Mirror, they found a way to relay the information to Jindai Yunlo, and then Jindai Yunlo would promptly relay it to Qing Chen…
With such an insider, it was hard for Qing Chen to be caught even if he wanted to be.
Over the phone, Jindai Yunlo laughed and said: “We’re friends, aren’t we? How could I let a friend die at soone else’s hands? I have to kill you myself.”
“You’re a real weirdo,” Qing Chen sighed: “You must really crave friendship or sothing.”
There was a montary silence on the other side of the phone before Jindai Yunlo calmly said: “From the day I was born, I entered the entire Jindai internal affairs database. Soone was always observing my growth and giving the strictest education. But all this wasn’t to make serve the clan; it’s because my father was rely a small figure within the Jindai, and I could beco a vessel for so big shot at any ti. In such a cursed clan, how could there be true friends?”
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