With a plan in place, Dai Mubai and the others no longer ran around like headless flies. The seven split up. Rather than specifically searching for Tang San, they each investigated the places he often worked and held meetings.
Sure enough, in just two hours, they gathered intelligence from relevant personnel in every department, analyzed it, and determined the approximate times Tang San visited the Agriculture Department, Works Department, Worker-Peasant Council, Red Assembly, Tang Sect, and other places throughout the day.
However, among the seven, Ma Hongjun had gathered the least information.
This displeased Dai Mubai. "Fatty, you're no good. Why did you gather so little information? Don't tell me you were slacking off?"
"I already tried my best!"
Ma Hongjun suppressed his anger. Gathering intelligence was not as simple as going to a designated place and asking someone a question. If they refused to answer, he could not lose his temper; he had to find someone else, or even go somewhere different... Because of his Evil Fire, coupled with all the rapid movement, memories of his old long-distance running training to lose weight resurfaced. His emotions grew increasingly chaotic, and he was even on the verge of exploding.
"Hongjun, don't get angry. Boss Dai is just joking with you. Wasn't this how we all used to be?"
The moment Oscar heard Ma Hongjun's low voice, his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly used his third soul skill to create two Crystal Spirit Sausages. As soon as Ma Hongjun opened his mouth, he shoved one into it.
"Cool off!"
"Don't let the Evil Fire take over your mind!"
Ma Hongjun smacked his lips twice. Just as he bit through the first Crystal Spirit Sausage, Oscar stuffed the second one toward him. He quickly covered his mouth and cried out, "I'll