A Lone Blade Meets the Assembly

"Wait—what the fuck did you just say?"

The plastic fork in Shi Qiang's hand clattered into the broth of his Master Kong braised beef noodles, splashing soup onto his wrinkled gray jacket and leaving several dark stains.

But he did not notice. His entire body had gone rigid, with half a noodle still in his mouth, forgotten and unchewed.

That damn game called "Three-Body" was inextricably linked to the mysterious Frontiers of Science organization, making it one of their key surveillance targets over the past few months.

How many resources had they deployed to figure out what was going on inside? The astrophysicists and sociology professors they had brought in—weren't they all among the best minds in the country?

And what had come of it? It had been over half a month, and not a single person had cleared it.

Yet Zhang Qi had gone in for only a few hours?

And he had just cleared it?!

"More or less."

"After I cleared it, I was given an address and told to go there tomorrow."

Zhang Qi placed the matte-black helmet on the conference table as he answered.

After speaking, he rolled his somewhat stiff neck, producing a string of faint cracks from his joints.

His method of clearing the game had indeed been unusual. He had practically been playing with cheats enabled.

There was no way to replicate that method.

Ordinary players could only be like Wang Miao, gradually gathering information through round after round of civilization's destruction and rebirth, then piecing together the truth of the Three-Body World.

"An address? Where?"

At that, Shi Qiang instantly tossed aside his cup of instant noodles and leaned in, his eyes gleaming like a hunter who had found his prey's trail.

"Yunhe Cafe in the Western District. Three tomorrow afternoon."

Zhang