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Tong Shan was taken aback. He hadn't expected that even after coming to Ji Jue's Workshop to slack off, he would still hear someone talking about work. But when he thought of Ji Jue's usual absurd style and consistently reliable plans, he couldn't help but perk up.
"Go on."
Ji Jue raised a hand and pointed at the screen. An image in one corner suddenly enlarged, displaying a heap of numerical values. Soon, footage from afar appeared before them.
A rather bustling marketplace. Numerous storefronts and densely packed stalls stood beneath rows of white towers, selling everything from dried-up, wilted fruits and vegetables and damp-clumped herbs and spices to hardware, copperware, handwoven blankets, and secondhand clothing...
People streamed back and forth, haggling over prices. Compared to the desolation of other districts, it was a rare scene of bustle and noise.
At a distant intersection, military trucks could vaguely be seen flashing past.
It was a live feed from a surveillance camera.
Mercy Market, now one of the largest markets in all of Tower City.
At last, the image Locked On a storefront in the corner. Flood marks still remained on its sealed door panels, while the garbage at its entrance had been left uncleared. "There's something wrong here."
Ji Jue pointed at the shop.
"You sure?" Tong Shan asked doubtfully. "Where'd you get the information?"
"Mm, just consider it a lead from an informant." Ji Jue grinned, offering no further explanation.
An informant?
Of course there was one.
The werewolf Kelbasu, who had been grabbed by Lu Changsheng and instantly refined into a Tool Person, only to meet a miserable end beneath the Empire's fifth-generation Powered Armor. Back when he had thought he'd found a powerful backer, he had spilled a whole load of useful and useless deductions and