A New Identity, a Pleasant Partnership

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service."

Um?

Zhang Fusheng frowned; he couldn't get through to his father on the phone.

I called my mom, but the number was still disconnected.

He slapped his forehead, then remembered.

My dad is a 'Night Watchman'.

When Night Watchman moves to a new city and settles in a new Lower-Level District, their identity file will be updated.

The name may remain the same, but the past experience and other information will be updated.

The telephone and other equipment were also replaced.

It can be considered a somewhat unnecessary security measure.

"That Lin Dongxi guy, we don't know where he is yet. He's probably already left the Waiting Area, otherwise..."

As he thought about it, he returned the phone to Liu Cuihua and thanked her.

"Is the Waiting Area just ahead?"

Zhang Fusheng looked curiously into the distance, where he could vaguely see the legendary 'Waiting Area,' which was actually a small city.

Yes, after entering the Waiting Area, you need to stay for three days before you can transfer to another city.

The Waiting Area is the hub of the entire Golden Province, with a large flow of people. Over time, it will naturally develop into an urban area.

Of course, it's the kind of place that basically has no permanent residents.

Liu Cuihua nodded lightly:

"Yes, the Waiting Area is just ahead. By the way, were you an illegal immigrant?"

The old butler also frowned and said:

"Young man, it looks like this is your first time in the Waiting Area."

"To travel from the Waiting Area to other cities, identity verification is required."

He reminded him:

"You still need to go through a three-day review process to prevent cult members from spreading. Do you have Level 2 Pass?"

"I think so?"

Zhang Fusheng asked somewhat uncertainly.

He originally had it.

But then again...

Since the Investigation Bureau has even abandoned, or rather, 'silenced' the operatives who carried out the mission,

So, this person who came from Jiangzhou

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head and said:

"I got my Level 2 Pass in Jiangzhou. I had already bought a flight ticket to the Waiting Area, but something went wrong and I missed my flight."

He explained:

"After escaping from Jiangzhou, I really had no other choice but to come up here by smuggling. I don't know if the Level 2 Pass still counts."

Liu Cuihua raised her phone:

"It's no big deal, I'll check for you. You remember your ID number, right?"

"I remember, I remember."

Zhang Fusheng nodded and watched the girl make a phone call.

"Hello, Uncle Chen, it's me, Cuihua."

"I know, I know, I'll be back soon. Don't mind my dad. Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask Uncle Chen to help me investigate someone."

"Yes, that's right, his name is Zhang Fusheng, and his ID number is..."

A string of gibberish.

For a long time.

Liu Cuihua put down her phone and frowned, saying:

"We checked, the person was from Jiangzhou, and is currently deceased. The recorded cause of death is the Jiangzhou cult incident."

She comforted him:

"It's not a big problem. Once you're in the Waiting Area, just go and register to have your identity restored. As for the issue of smuggling, the Investigation Bureau will investigate for a while, but you have Level 2 Pass, so it's not a big deal."

"Dead state."

Zhang Fusheng narrowed his eyes, unsure of what would happen if he reapplied for his identity.

It's possible nothing will happen, but more likely, the Investigation Bureau will silence them all.

If the truth about the Jiangzhou incident were revealed, it would be an outright and utter scandal.

Things have gotten a bit complicated.

He suddenly asked curiously:

"You checked my identity information so easily just now. What does your family do?"

Liu Cuihua didn't hide anything and said frankly:

"My father is the Deputy Director of the Chongyang City Public Security Bureau."

Oh?

Deputy Director of the General Administration of Customs in a medium-sized city?

Zhang Fusheng's eyes lit up. Getting himself a new identity shouldn't be too difficult, right?

As long as you don't use your original identity information, the Investigation Bureau won't pay attention to someone as insignificant as you.

But why should this person help me when we have no relation to each other?

Forehead?

Coercion?

Zhang Fusheng scratched his head; he couldn't bring himself to repay kindness with enmity.

"Alright, let's talk in the Waiting Area first," the old butler said casually. "Once we get to the Waiting Area..."

Zhang Fusheng and the old housekeeper both frowned at the same time. The former made no move, while the latter suddenly pulled Liu Cuihua away.

The next second, a small crater appeared where the latter had been standing!

"Bounty hunter??"

The old butler's expression changed, and he immediately looked towards the waiting area in the distance—it was too late to run there!

Outside the Waiting Area, there is no law enforcement.

Liu Cuihua was still in shock:

"Bounty Hunter?"

"Um."

The old butler looked grim.

"Simply kill him. Wang Tianlong's revenge has come; the master has been investigating him recently."

The other side must have its own intelligence, which means that these hunter teams are fully capable of dealing with Eleventh Refinement martial artists.

He grabbed the young lady and the boy named Zhang Fusheng, turned and fled, pursued relentlessly by several hunting squads.

Zhang Fusheng seemed to be deep in thought, and did not choose to act immediately—the opportunity had arrived.

"Wrong."

As they fled, sweat beaded on the old butler's forehead.

"There are martial artists who have Twelve Refinements of cultivation. And there's more than one!"

He unleashed his potential, a vast power surging from his aged body, his flesh and bones bursting together as he frantically fled towards the Black Market he had come from!

Although the vendors in the Black Market are all small fry, the Black Market owners are no ordinary people.

There are rules against taking action in the Black Market.

Although those hunter squads were very fast,

However, they were too close to the Black Market and hadn't gone far. With a desperate burst of energy, the old steward managed to rush into the Black Market area before the powerful martial artists caught up!

He was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and exhausted from the exertion, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Several hunter teams also came to a stop outside the Black Market.

"You run pretty fast."

A hunter captain spoke coldly:

"Old Zhou, we want that Nuwa, what do you think?"

In the Black Market, an old man smoking a pipe strolled by:

"That won't do. You can't fight once you're in the Black Market. That's the rule."

The hunter captain's expression darkened:

"Old Zhou, this person was personally requested by Boss Wang from Chongyang City. Do you know Boss Wang?"

"Who is it?" the old man said with a smile. "Never heard of it."

The hunter captain seemed quite wary of this old man, and said in a deep voice:

"Boss Wang, Wang Tianlong, Chen Qiusheng's third apprentice."

The old man's expression hardened.

In the Black Market, Zhang Fusheng slightly raised his head.

Chen Qiusheng?

He had heard the name Miss Mingyue mention before; she was his senior uncle whom he had never met.

Then this Wang Tianlong

My own senior brother?

He smiled silently. What a coincidence.

Several hunter squads stood outside the Black Market, and the leader of the hunter teams continued:

"Old Zhou, you know Old Man Chen's identity. You probably don't want to offend him, right?"

The old man puffed on his pipe again, and remained silent for a moment:

"These are my rules. If I break them today, who will want to set up a stall here in the future? How am I supposed to take a cut?"

The vendors and customers watched him.

The old man put down his pipe:

"However, I also have rules here. This isn't a place that provides free shelter. Guests have to leave once every hour they're inside."

"Wait an hour."

The captains of the several hunting teams exchanged glances, and one of them snorted:

"An hour is fine too."

The old butler looked grim. "An hour?"

Even if we notify the master now, he wouldn't be able to get over from Chongyang City in an hour!

This is troublesome.

This is a huge problem.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and Liu Cuihua's face turned slightly pale.

She was just about to call her dad when...

The stowaway boy who had been kindly rescued from the pit suddenly spoke up:

Let's make a deal.

The old butler and Liu Cuihua subconsciously looked at the boy.

Zhang Fusheng said gently:

"Since Miss Liu's father is the Deputy Director of Chongyang City, arranging a new identity for me shouldn't be a problem, right?"

He pointed to the hunter squads outside:

"I'll kill them for you, and Director Liu will give me a new identity, how about that?"

The old butler was dumbfounded. Had this boy lost his mind?

The "Old Zhou" in the Black Market and several vendors also cast curious glances at the fool.

Just then, Liu Cuihua's phone connected, and a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end:

"Little Bao, you've finally decided to call your dad?"

Before Liu Cuihua could speak, Zhang Fusheng took the phone from her hand:

"Is this Director Liu?"

On the other end of the phone, the middle-aged man frowned:

"Who are you?"

"Here's the thing." Zhang Fusheng switched the voice call to a video call and spoke into the hands of the bounty hunters outside, giving them a brief overview of the situation.

On the phone, the middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly.

"Director Liu," Zhang Fusheng patiently recounted the details of the transaction again, then asked:

"You should be able to find my personal information. I'm completely innocent; I'm just labeled as dead."

He smiled and said:

"But I don't want to regain that identity; I want a new one, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone didn't answer, seemingly giving instructions or asking questions. After a moment, he turned the microphone back on and said in a deep voice:

"Your name is Zhang Fusheng, right?"

"I contacted several hunter teams, and they arrived there within three hours. I also saw the identity file that Old Chen just checked; the photo is indeed yours, there's no problem."

I don't know why you're so confident.

"But if you can just stall for three hours, forget about giving you any new file information, you won't even get anything."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhang Fusheng interrupted:

"So the deal is done? I like negotiating with straightforward people."

He handed the phone to the bewildered Liu Cuihua; the camera was still pointed at the hunter team outside. The next second...

The people in the Black Market, along with the middle-aged man on the other end of the video call, watched as the boy disappeared from the spot.

Puffs of blood mist exploded in the distance.

Middle-aged people through the camera,

Watching those hunter captains, who were at the level of great martial artists, roar and howl, only to be smashed to pieces by that frail-looking boy.

17 seconds.

It lasted 17 seconds.

Under the blank stares of onlookers, Zhang Fusheng smashed the last bounty hunter into mincemeat, clapped his hands, and walked back with a grin.

He took the phone from the dazed girl, flipped the camera, and pointed it at himself.

"Director Liu, it's been a pleasure working with you?"

The middle-aged man in the video was dumbfounded.

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