Zeng Dajiang.
I had only ever heard his name, never seen him in person.
But I could sense from Master Qi, Little Demon, and Sister Lin that they all greatly admired Zeng Dajiang. Even Master Qi, so skilled and proud, looked like a primary school student mentioning his teacher whenever he spoke of him. That was rather thought-provoking.
Master Qi lived in the basement of this apartment building.
Could this apartment building be their base?
Or perhaps it was Zeng Dajiang's headquarters.
Who knew what other strange people might be living in this apartment building? They were probably all connected to Zeng Dajiang in one way or another.
When we reached our respective doors, Sister Lin once again invited me to her place. I said no—I needed some quiet time alone to go through the materials.
She leaned over and glanced toward our side. "Huh? You actually helped him clean up his room? People really are different."
It was just cleaning up a room. Was that worth making such a fuss over?
She said, "All right, then I won't disturb you. I'll go back and rest. If anything comes up, just come find me."
With that, she went into her room first and shut the door.
I returned to my room and immediately opened the files, reading through them one by one. Strangely, after nearly six hours, I did not feel tired in the slightest. My eyes did not even feel strained.
That would have been unimaginable in my world.
Of course, those six hours had been timed using that watch.
The information was indeed rather chaotic. There were major matters and trivial matters, and some people had even sold out their neighbors' daily habits, along with the preferences of those close to them.
I truly felt sorry for the