Blood Debt Must Be Repaid in Blood

Yuezhou City, Yue Rong District, Yue Ming Garden.

In the five-story villa in the center of the park, Pei Yurong, the owner of Hundred Demons Workshop, raised her wine glass and said to everyone, "The first glass of wine is to our deputy owner!" Du Wenming stood up and picked up his wine glass.

Last night, Du Wenming successfully completed his mission and was promoted from a marginal figure in the Hundred Demons Workshop to Vice Workshop Master. "A second toast to everyone's valiant performance on the battlefield!"

In last night's series of cases, some members of Hundred Demons Workshop played a key role. After this test, some of these members will become the backbone of Hundred Demons Workshop. A large number of the original backbone members were killed by Du Wenming, and they need to be replaced.

Among these newly recruited members was Gu Hao, the communications chief of the Dark Star Bureau.

"The third toast is to our dreams, the palace of dreams we forged with our blood and faith, which is about to shine with dazzling brilliance. Now, we invite the Devil Master's messenger to offer us guidance, encouragement, and blessings!"

A blond, blue-eyed man in a black robe stood up and addressed the crowd. He spoke in Lafsha Language, which most of the people present couldn't understand, but Du Wenming could.

His words were nothing special; he emphasized that this was a hard-won victory. After the Magnetic Storm Weapon was officially completed, the Devil Master would descend upon the land, and the war would begin. From now on, the Hundred Demons Workshop would serve the Devil Master Chernobog even more devoutly and create more achievements under the Devil Master's guidance.

The workshop owner, Pei Yurong, translated the Devil Master's words, keeping the basic meaning the same, but making some adjustments to the description, elevating the affirmation of achievements and the encouragement for the future to a higher level.

"Many tough battles await us. Our Magnetic Storm Weapon has completed its initial testing. This is a new sword we forged for the Devil Master with our lives."

Once the Devil Master conquers this planet, we, as Devil Master most loyal followers, will become the first lords of this world. We will gain endless life, unparalleled glory, a noble status, and inexhaustible wealth!

Today, we raise our glasses to offer our sincere blessings to the Devil Master; tomorrow, we don our battle armor and present the Devil Master with a garland of victory! The crowd clinked glasses, creating a very lively atmosphere.

Du Wenming offered a word of caution. "Master, at this crucial juncture, such a concentrated celebration might cause trouble."

Pei Yurong smiled and said, "There are some things you don't understand. You've had a smooth life in the first half of your life, and you haven't experienced enough to know the difficulties of controlling the big picture."

We won this battle at Hundred Demons Workshop, but we suffered significant losses. If we don't bring our core members together and reward them adequately, morale will stagnate. Without unity, who will fight for us? Who will fight the remaining tough battles?

Pei Yurong used to be a teacher, and she would lecture endlessly on grand principles, which Du Wenming found extremely annoying. But he had to endure it, Du Wenming was still waiting to collect his money.

After the cocktail party ended, the ball immediately began. Pei Yurong carefully selected more than fifty women from among the members of the Hundred Demons Workshop to serve as dance partners for the Devil Master's envoys and the meritorious officials present. As the music began, the crystal chandeliers with their Western courtly flair illuminated the smiling faces of each newly promoted member.

In the magnificent villa hall, elegant silk gowns swayed gently on the dark yellow carpet as they nestled in their arms, as if offering the most beautiful flowers to the strongest warriors.

The lighting was a warm yellow, the wallpaper was warm yellow, the carpet was warm yellow, and the dress was warm yellow. Even the rhythm and melody of the waltz carried a sense of luxurious warmth and yellow.

Du Wenming sighed inwardly, realizing that Pei Yurong truly had a special fondness for dark yellow.

The first dance at the ball had just begun, and Du Wenming already sensed a peculiar atmosphere—hot and restless. And after the ball, even more restless events were to follow.

This arrangement was to last for three whole days, and Du Wenming was deeply worried. He couldn't quite accept the madness of the Hundred Demons Workshop Pavilion, which was one of the reasons he had distanced himself from it in the first place. Pei Yurong arranged for several women to invite Du Wenming dance, but he refused them all.

This displeased Pei Yurong, who detested spoils. "I made these arrangements because I have the ability to ensure everyone's safety. You'd better not worry about things that aren't your business."

Du Wenming nodded and said, "I didn't mean to question you; I'm just not used to this kind of occasion."

"Then you'll have to learn to adapt. There will be more and more occasions like this in the future!" Pei Yurong said with a stern face. "If you don't want to stay here, go and carry out your mission. The Devil Master has delivered Smiling Thousand Hands's reward. Go and give it to Smiling Thousand Hands."

Du Wenming was more than happy to oblige. He took a wooden box, drove to Smiling Thousand Hands's residence.

Smiling Thousand Hands lived in a small building in an urban village. Clothes were hanging out to dry downstairs, and salted fish were drying outside the window. It looked like an ordinary family in the suburbs of Yuezhou. Unless they received solid information, no one would believe that the ancestor of the thieving cultivator lived here.

Du Wenming, carrying the wooden box, knocked on the door. A voice from inside, Smiling Thousand Hands, responded, "Come in." Upon reaching the living room, Du Wenming put down the box and saw Smiling Thousand Hands sitting in a recliner, drinking tea. "Senior, thank you for your hard work last night."

"This is not just hard work; I've suffered huge losses on this job." Smiling Thousand Hands a wry smile and poured Du Wenming a cup of tea. Du Wenming thought the way he poured the tea was a bit strange.

Smiling Thousand Hands's tea-pouring posture was indeed strange; he had to cover the rash on his hands. Du Wenming picked up the teacup and said, "Senior, are you injured?"

Seeing Du Wenming pick up the cup, Smiling Thousand Hands smiled slightly, "Yes, I'm injured, quite badly. I see you seem to be injured too." Smiling Thousand Hands deliberately looked at Du Wenming's hands, wanting to see if the pus from the cup was stuck to his hands.

If the disease is transmitted to Du Wenming, Hundred Demons Workshop will definitely think of a way to cure it.

Du Wenming did indeed have scars on his hands. "I was injured by Inkwell Scholar. Those useless guys from the Dark Star Bureau couldn't hurt me."

Smiling Thousand Hands stared at Du Wenming for a moment, then seemed to notice something. "Why is Zhou Badou always able to find you? Did he leave a mark on you?"

"He did leave a mark at first, but I had someone remove it. After I went to Outer State, it wasn't so easy for him to find me. These last two times, he must have found out my whereabouts through other means."

"The mark was removed?" Smiling Thousand Hands was skeptical. "Who removed it for you?" Du Wenming answered truthfully, "It was He Jiaqing, a fine young man from your Daoist sect."

Smiling Thousand Hands nodded repeatedly. "This young man is indeed quite good. How did he remove the mark for you?" Du Wenming was taken aback, not understanding why Smiling Thousand Hands was asking such detailed questions.

But there was nothing secret about it. Du Wenming answered directly, "He looked at me for a while, then reached out and took out the mark. It only took about ten seconds."

Smiling Thousand Hands frowned slightly: "After reaching out, it took about ten seconds?" "Yes," Du Wenming nodded, "This kid's technique is pretty fast."

"Hmm, pretty fast!" Smiling Thousand Hands nodded again. "Little Du, you need to be careful." "What do you mean by that..."

Smiling Thousand Hands used the teacup lid to stir the tea leaves in the cup, then gently blew on the tea. "Nothing much, just a reminder to be more careful in the future."

He Jiaqing, it's only right that you take a closer look at the markings. In our line of work, scouting the area is crucial. It doesn't matter if it takes a long time, three to five months is fine, but when it comes to actually doing the work, you can't be slow. Even peeling a piece of skin takes ten seconds or so. I don't think this kid has much talent; he's not cut out for this job."

Picking the skin refers to stealing the wallet.

The moment He Jiaqing removed the mark from Du Wenming was described by Smiling Thousand Hands as "peeling the skin." The previous observations were described as "stepping on the plate." It took about ten seconds to remove the mark, Smiling Thousand Hands felt was too long.

Was he implying that He Jiaqing had handled the matter poorly, or was he implying something else? Du Wenming wanted to ask a few more questions, but then Smiling Thousand Hands pick up his teacup. Smiling Thousand Hands was about to see him out, so Du Wenming had no choice but to get up and take his leave.

After Du Wenming left, Smiling Thousand Hands opened the wooden box, which contained ten sealed glass bottles, each containing a hand soaking in water.

At the severed wrist was a metal sphere. Smiling Thousand Hands opened a bottle, touched the sphere, and it emitted a hissing sound, steam billowing out. The five fingers of that hand trembled one by one, a signal that the adjustment was complete.

Smiling Thousand Hands picked up his hand, sighed, and said, "The things in this Inner State are really fancy. We'll just have to make do with them."

Du Wenming returned to the villa and, listening to the waves of laughter coming from the main hall, could basically guess what was going on inside. Du Wenming didn't want to get involved in this kind of situation.

Bypassing the hall, Du Wenming went directly to Pei Yurong's bedroom. Pei Yurong had drunk quite a bit, and her emotions were slightly agitated. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Du Wenming's neck, saying tenderly, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Du Wenming wasn't keen on dancing; Smiling Thousand Hands's words had left him quite worried. He Jiaqing was too slow—what secret was hidden here?

Pei Yurong turned off the lights and lit the candles; it seemed the dance was inevitable.

Even if you're unwilling in your heart, you have to show it on your face. At this moment, you absolutely cannot spoil Pei Yurong's mood.

The candlelight flickered, and the melody of the waltz "Sleeping Beauty" echoed in the bedroom. Du Wenming, holding Pei Yurong's hand, twirled lightly on the soft carpet.

His Dance Steps were elegant and precise, each turn exuding a graceful composure, while Pei Yurong, whose face was usually serious to the point of being domineering, now seemed to melt away like frost, revealing a rare tenderness.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, Du Wenming took the opportunity to make a request. "I need a laboratory to prepare for the next step of research."

Pei Yurong nodded. "Okay, I'll choose a location for the lab for you tomorrow. I'll also assign you a group of assistants to ensure you can complete your research smoothly." Du Wenming understood that this was to have someone monitor him.

Pei Yurong also wanted the research findings on the boundary.

It's alright, I can endure all of this, as long as I can get the money, as long as I can get the equipment, as long as I can survive the deadly epidemic within five days, I can endure everything else. Speaking of the epidemic, Du Wenming had a strange feeling.

After returning from Smiling Thousand Hands's place, he felt his symptoms had lessened considerably. It wasn't a feeling of the symptoms being suppressed, but rather a feeling of being cured.

Seeing his condition improve, Du Wenming's spirits also lifted considerably.

Pei Yurong blew out the candle, and bursts of laughter filled the room.

Sugar cube stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and did not knock.

Haitang Guo stepped forward, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't knock on the door. Chen Changrui sighed and knocked on the door.

A woman opened the door and saw three people standing there.

She didn't recognize the two women, but she had seen the man before; he was her husband's colleague.

She invited the three men into her home and asked somewhat nervously, "Old Chen, what brings you here? Where's Lao Shen? Why hasn't he come home? He hasn't been home for two days. Is he away on another business trip? Like last time, gone for half a month?"

Chen Changrui carefully chose his words and tentatively said, "Manager Shen had an accident, and well..."

"What kind of accident? Aren't you selling electrical appliances? Isn't he your sales manager? What kind of accident could he have?" "Yes, well, it was a safety incident. He was over in the workshop..."

"What's he doing in the factory? Isn't he in sales?"

"It's like this: during work hours, I took a client to the workshop, there was an accident, and then I never came back..."

Chen Changrui had prepared thoroughly, reciting his script several times, but when it came time to actually speak, his delivery was a complete mess. "Don't lie to me, Old Chen, what do you mean by 'not coming back'?" Shen Jingye's wife pulled out a fruit knife. Begonia and Tangkuai were both very nervous, but Chen Changrui waved his hand dismissively.

He knew that Shen Jingye's wife often used a knife to hurt people, but in reality, apart from Shen Jingye, her knife rarely hurt anyone else.

"I cooked his favorite wontons. When is he coming back?" Shen Jingye's wife rubbed a knife against Chen Changrui's face. "He... he's not coming back..." Chen Changrui's voice choked.

"Don't talk nonsense! Tell him to come back. I'm not angry with him anymore. I'll never use a knife against him again. If I go back on my word, I'll cut off my own hand." She threw the knife away.

"Don't be impulsive, listen to me first."

"I really know I was wrong. He can hit me or yell at me, just let him come back!" "Well, he won't come back, please..." Chen Changrui couldn't speak.

The candy was left at Shen Jingye's house in case his wife did anything rash. Chen Changrui returned to his office, rubbing his temples incessantly.

The phone rang again; it was my superior calling once more.

Chen Changrui has reported this countless times, and he no longer wants to report it.

After work, Chen Changrui suddenly received a message with five words: "Seagull's Call". Chen Changrui wanted to reply to the message, but after thinking for a moment, he called back directly.

Is the information reliable?

"Director Chen, no one can claim to have 100% reliable information. I can only say that the source is relatively trustworthy." "Where did you get your information?"

"Please don't ask about that. I risked my life to deliver this information to you." "Tell me again..."

"I can't talk to you anymore, I have to hang up now." Chen Changrui looked at his phone one last time.

The Seagull's Call.

He called his secretary, Liu Ning: "Has Director Li returned yet?"

"No, he's been searching for clues about Hundred Demons Workshop with Tangyuan and Light Bulb, he's almost gone crazy, and no one can stop him!" "There's an organization called Seagull's Call, can you help me find out their address?"

Liu Ning vaguely remembered this organization: "Director Chen, this doesn't seem to be an organization of Dark Energy User." "Check it out first."

Chen Changrui hung up on Liu Ning and immediately called his superior.

The following morning, Director Gao Yina arrived at the Dark Star Bureau, Chen Changrui reported the intelligence report again. Director Gao first asked, "Is Director Li Qi aware of the relevant situation?"

Chen Changrui shook his head and said, "Director Li doesn't know. He's currently investigating the clues about Hundred Demons Workshop with all his might. If I tell him this, I'm afraid he might take drastic measures." Gao Yina sighed and said, "You also know that this kind of action is drastic?"

Chen Changrui shook his head and said, "I want to get permission from my superiors to investigate the Seagull's Call's organization first."

Gao Yina said, "The Seagull's Call is a literary society, a literary society composed of literature lovers from the Huan Kingdom and Lafusha Country. You say that this literary society is the core organization of Hundred Demons Workshop? Such an absurd argument must have some basis."

"This is a clue I obtained through special channels."

"Then tell me about your special channels!"

"This channel cannot be revealed."

"How could your superiors possibly approve your actions? The Hundred Demons Workshop incident has already put a lot of pressure on us, and we are now at the center of the demonic debate."

"Are we in the eye of the storm?" Chen Changrui, somewhat agitated. "Hundred Demons Workshop has committed so many heinous acts; they murdered our bureau chief, and now we're facing public condemnation?"

"Director Chen, please calm down. So far, you haven't produced any evidence to prove that Hundred Demons Workshop was responsible for this series of heinous incidents. The current public opinion is placing Hundred Demons Workshop in the position of the victim!"

Chen Changrui raised his voice. "The incident that occurred at the Dark Star Bureau was the Hundred Demons Workshop's cover-up operation!"

Gao Yina's tone was equally forceful. "Where's the evidence? You have absolutely no evidence! The only clue you can offer is the cause of death of the victims in this incident. You've concluded that they died from Dance Cultivator techniques, which is similar to Du Wenming's usual methods."

This is not substantial evidence. Even if the evidence is solidified and Du Wenming's suspicion is confirmed, you still cannot prove that Du Wenming is a member of Baifeifang!

"We can't find any substantial evidence related to Hundred Demons Workshop, and now you want to investigate a literary society. If this continues, how many international disputes will we cause?" Chen Changrui was speechless.

Yes, it's his fault for being useless. Li Qi captured someone alive, but he still couldn't get a confession from them. If he was too tactful, it was useless; if he was too direct, the other party might explode.

Gao Yina stood up and said, "Director Chen, before taking any action, I hope you can maintain the rationality expected of a professional."

Furthermore, if Director Li Qi is unable to fulfill his duties as head of the Dark Star Bureau, we will send someone to replace Director Shen. Please prepare for the handover of responsibilities.

Gao Yina is gone.

Chen Changrui sat silently in his office for a long time before taking out his phone and calling Li Qi.

Liao Zihui stood by the office window, watching the sunset over Pro State, and then looked at the record in his hand.

This is Jiang Mengting's new piece of music. Liao Zihui wanted to send a copy to Shen Jingye, but before he could send it, he received a message from the Dark Star Bureau.

Over the years, she and Shen Jingye have had their ups and downs, and there have actually been quite a few conflicts between them.

Shen Jingye wasn't exactly a good person either; he did a lot of things behind people's backs.

But he's gone just like that...

"You probably won't be able to get revenge now. There are too many things to consider in Outer State," Liao Zihui muttered to himself. "If this were Pro State, a bastard like him wouldn't even survive..."

Liao Zihui choked up halfway through his sentence.

Secretary Ling Sujun knocked on the door and said, "There is someone named Jia Heqing who wants to see you."

"Jia Heqing? I've never heard of him..." Liao Zihui paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Please invite him in."

Ling Sujun didn't know Jia Heqing either, but since Liao Zihui had nodded, Ling Sujun invited him in.

The man looked to be around forty-five or forty-six years old. He was wearing a woolen overcoat, a bowler hat, and had a mustache. His attire was very sophisticated, suggesting he was of high status.

After exchanging a few pleasantries and taking their seats, Liao Zihui went straight to the point. "Young Master He, how dare you! Do you know you're a wanted criminal? How dare you come to the Guanfang Hall?"

Jia Heqing is He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing explained, "General Envoy Liao, if it weren't for something important, I wouldn't dare to step foot in front of you even if you gave me a hundred lives."

Liao Zihui smiled and said, "You're here for your family business, right? You shouldn't have come to me about this!"

He Jiaqing nodded and said, "I know, this is Li Qi's fault."

Liao Zihui advised, "It's best not to go to Li Qi now. He's about to go crazy. If you say something that blows him up, you'll lose all your business."

He Jiaqing came prepared. "I know a little about what's going on in Outer State. I'm just worried that I might say something inappropriate, so I've come to ask you to pass on my message. I can do Li Qi a favor. I know where Du Wenming is."

Liao Zihui was taken aback. "You can't just make this up."

"This is utter nonsense. If you don't believe me, I can tell you Du Wenming's whereabouts right now. I just beg you to be merciful and let me go."

Liao Zihui said, "I need to discuss this with Li Qi, but as I just said, Li Qi is almost going crazy. This is no joke; even I don't dare to contact him easily. You say you know Du Wenming's whereabouts, there must be a cause and effect here, right? If Li Qi asks, I need to be able to explain it clearly, right?"

He Jiaqing simply told the truth, "Du Wenming has a mark on his body, left to him by a master. He can't remove it himself, so he asked me for help."

Because Du Wenming was ruthless, I didn't want to offend him at the time, so I helped remove the mark from his body. But just in case, I put another mark on him, so I definitely knew where he was.

I just didn't expect that Du Wenming would bury the mark I removed on Li Qi's territory, which caused the misunderstanding between Li Qi and me. I would like to take this opportunity to clear up the misunderstanding, and I would like to trouble you to act as a bridge between us!

Liao Zihui nodded slightly. "Okay, I trust you. I'll contact Li Qi right away."

In the morgue, all the staff were asleep, so Li Qi used Music Box to put them all to sleep. "The butterfly has flown away, its heart is gone too; in this desolate long night, who will come to wipe away my tears?"

It's a craving for dependence, a craving for love; old ties are hard to sever, leaving only heartache.

He sat alone beside Shen Jingye's corpse, holding a wind-up record player, playing "Wild Grasses and Flowers Meet Spring" over and over again. Li Banfeng tried the Fool Cultivation Skill, but failed.

The psychics sensed it; according to their deductions, Shen Jingye's soul had already departed when the body was discovered. The needle slid to the end, and the song finished.

Li Banfeng put down the record player and returned to Portable Abode. He took off his jacket and sweater.

He changed into a white shirt and wore a black tie.

He put on a black suit, fitted at the waist and broad-shouldered, a style unique to Pro State. He took a top hat from the closet and put it on.

As he stepped out of Portable Abode, he glanced at Shen Jingye. "Little Shen, come to my office later." He then lowered the brim of his hat.

Chen Changrui went to the Carrier Section and asked for several Dark Energy Carrier.

The Carrier Section asked about its purpose, and Chen Changrui smiled and said, "Take it back and do some research. I'll complete the procedures tomorrow." Back in his office, Chen Changrui lit a cigarette.

The core organization of Hundred Demons Workshop has been identified, but no one is paying attention.

He had previously contacted Gao Yina, Gao Yina did not support his investigation. He then contacted Li Qi, but he could not get through to Li Qi by phone.

He sent a message to Li Qi, telling her about the Seagull Literary Society, but Li Qi n't reply.

Who else can I turn to now?

If none of you care, I'll take care of it myself.

There needs to be an explanation for this matter.

Chen Changrui drove to Yue Ming Garden in Yue Rong District.

Yue Ming Garden is a private garden, and how to enter the park is the first problem that comes to mind.

Two kilometers from the park gate, Chen Changrui parked his car by the roadside and put on a black down jacket. This down jacket was very thick and heavy, a Dark Energy Carrier with the attributes of Shut-in Cultivator.

Shut-in Cultivator and House Cultivator possess similar abilities, with talents that go unnoticed by others.

Using the down jacket, Chen Changrui evaded the park's security guards and slowly made his way to the five-story villa in the center of the park.

This villa is home to the president of the Seagull Literary Society and a dozen key members, who hold Literary Salon here every month for several days. Today is one of those Literary Salon, and the parking lot in the park is full of cars.

There were quite a few people there.

If Seagull Literary Society and Hundred Demons Workshop are indeed the same organization, judging from the number of vehicles, all of Hundred Demons Workshop's main members will be present.

Chen Changrui had fought against them in a series of heinous incidents before and knew that they were quite powerful. Even though there were no clear professional divisions, the members of Hundred Demons Workshop had mastered a large number of spells in different fields. When there were many people, the spells would cooperate with each other, making it extremely difficult to deal with them.

This was only when encountering ordinary members. Chen Changrui knew that Du Wenming was definitely a member of Hundred Demons Workshop. If he encountered him, given the current levels of both sides, Chen Changrui would surely die.

He had no desire for revenge; he only wanted to find a clue, some concrete evidence. Shen Jingye's body was still in the morgue, and things had to come to a conclusion. Chen Changrui activated the recorder on his chest. Even if he never returned, he had to at least record this footage; he had to at least prove he had been there!

Upon reaching the vicinity of the villa, Chen Changrui first observed the positions of the bodyguards.

Based on his experience, people of this caliber would have no shortage of bodyguards, but Chen Changrui observed for a long time and found neither bodyguards on guard duty nor even the greeters at the door.

Chen Changrui was a high-level cultivator, and he was not mistaken; there was indeed no one around the villa.

Today is Literary Salon, and many people have come. Why is the villa so deserted? Could it be that the information we gathered earlier was wrong, and the Literary Salon this month is not being held here? Even if the information was wrong, Chen Changrui didn't want to come to a disappointing place.

Go inside the villa; you might find some clues.

More than a hundred meters from the villa gate, a pungent fishy smell hit us.

This was the smell of blood; at this distance, a high-level observer's sense of smell wouldn't be wrong. He strode into the villa; the red carpet in the corridor was incredibly sticky.

Chen Changrui glanced down and thought the carpet's color was strange. Near the base of the wall, the carpet's original color seemed to be a dark yellow. Had the carpet been stained red?

Yes, it was dyed red; that's the smell.

Following the corridor into the hall, the crystal chandelier was still lit, its dim yellow light swaying gently to the beautiful "Sleeping Beauty Waltz," its glow contrasting with the patches of bloodstains on the walls, floor, and tables.

A dozen or so people were on the sofas, heads down, leaning against the backrests, half-lying, half-sitting. Dozens more were lying in the center of the hall, some prone, some supine, in various postures.

A man was hanging on the wall, a Feather Duster piercing his chest. He was pressed against the wall, still struggling.

Gu Hao.

Head of Communications at the Dark Star Bureau.

Blood trickled down the wall, and Gu Hao could still make muffled sounds from his throat. Chen Changrui approached Gu Hao and asked in a low voice, "Who killed these people?"

"Li, Qi, he came in, danced first, and then killed them all..." Li Qi saw the message sent by Chen Changrui.

Chen Changrui continued, "What exactly was the task Director Shen assigned you? Why didn't you tell Director Li?" Gu Hao replied vaguely, "I just told him..."

"What exactly is the mission?"

"Coordinates, the coordinates of the Magnetic Storm Weapon. Director Shen asked me to tell Li Qi, and I just did..."

Chen Changrui wanted to take Gu Hao back for verification, but looking at the location of the Feather Duster, it seemed he wouldn't live that long.