The 200th Floor's Rare Item

Rare Items from the 200th Floor

Before long, the lead guard trotted over with pen and paper in hand.

He stood to the side, watching Wang Wen write down the intelligence in detail, his eyes darting around restlessly.

Once the information was written down.

He took back the paper and read it from start to finish several times, a glimmer of greed flashing in his eyes.

Intelligence on rare items from the 200th floor of the World Tower was a fortune not to be underestimated, whether used personally or sold off.

Not to mention, the intelligence mentioned fifty *Earth-Shaking Talisman*s!

However, his reason told him this matter could not be hidden; if he embezzled or underreported them, dismissal would be the best-case scenario.

The Guard Department had been oppressed by the conglomerate's climbers for too long; they were in desperate need of World Tower items.

Not for the sake of starting a war.

Just to have a bit more leverage.

Much like certain weapons, one might not necessarily use them, but one must certainly possess them.

Wang Wen tapped on the iron door, reminding the lead guard, "I've given you the intel. If you won't let me out, the least you could do is buy me a meal, right?"

The lead guard tucked the paper away, looked at Wang Wen inside the cell, and sneered, "A meal? Did you kill those people or not?"

Hearing that question again, Wang Wen's expression faded. He stepped back from the door and watched the man outside in silence.

"Still refusing to talk?" The lead guard laughed triumphantly. "Then wait until you've thought it through. Hahaha."

He deliberately patted the pocket where he'd stowed the paper and walked away with a laugh.

Wang Wen squinted, watching the man calmly.

Until the figure disappeared.

Only then did his gaze turn cold. He smiled silently and returned to the corner to sit and rest.

You didn't cherish your last chance. You deserve what's coming.

Inside the Chief's office.

"Sir, this is the intelligence provided by the suspect." The lead guard placed the paper on the desk and introduced it honestly: "Rare items from the 200th floor of the World Tower, *Earth-Shaking Talisman*s. They were defensive items left to him by his parents, which is also the reason he was able to take on fifteen people at once."

The Chief flipped through the paper repeatedly, his eyes shining with excitement. "50 *Earth-Shaking Talisman*s? Why would he be willing to hand over such valuable intelligence?"

"Probably starving to death," the lead guard said with a crooked grin. "He's only had a few sips of water since yesterday, and he just asked me for food."

"Mind your boundaries," the Chief cautioned him. "He is a student at the academy, after all. Making too much of a scene will have negative repercussions. We are just handling official business; there are no shady deals here."

"Understood!" The lead guard hesitated for a moment, looking at the paper with the intel, and tentatively asked, "Sir, who do you think is best to send to retrieve these?"

He remembered clearly that when Wang Wen mentioned the intel earlier, he had said "about 50."

Since it was "about," there would naturally be some variance.

Rare items from the 200th floor—even a single one of such treasures could fetch an incredibly high price on the market.

Enough to pay for a hundred hot pot meals, at the very least.

The Chief looked up at him, pondering with a meaningful expression. "That is actually what I find most troublesome. There are only so many people in the department capable of reaching the 200th floor, and most of them are soldiers under Vice Chief Jiang. As Chief, having to ask him to borrow men for a mission doesn't sound very good."

The lead guard stood at attention and saluted. "This subordinate is willing to relieve the Chief of this burden."

The Chief looked at him suspiciously. "Captain Chen can reach the 200th floor?"

The lead guard smiled apologetically. "I don't have that kind of ability, but I know a friend who does."

"Someone from the outside?" The Chief hesitated. "Is he reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable!" The lead guard patted his chest. "We're brothers who have been through life and death together!"

"Oh?" The Chief raised an eyebrow, fully aware of the man's intentions. The quantity mentioned earlier was vague, leaving plenty of room for manipulation.

However, he also knew that if the water is too clear, there are no fish; if there is no benefit, no one will work themselves to the bone for you. That's nonsense.

After a moment of thought, the Chief nodded. "Since Captain Chen is confident, I will leave this matter to you. The number of *Earth-Shaking Talisman*s the suspect mentioned isn't very specific, so I think as long as you can bring back forty... five, forty-six *Earth-Shaking Talisman*s for the department, it will be a great merit! I will personally go to headquarters to request a commendation for you!"

The lead guard was overjoyed.

He hurriedly saluted, accepted the order, took out his phone to record the details of the intel, and bolted out of the Guard Department to find his "life-and-death brother."

As far as he was concerned.

He never expected things to go so smoothly!

The Chief had clearly seen through his intentions just now, yet not only did he not reprimand him, he even went with the flow and agreed to let him retrieve the items.

It was a windfall from the heavens!

As long as he brought back 46, he would be credited with a merit, which meant he could likely skim three or four *Earth-Shaking Talisman*s for himself, each worth tens of thousands of points!

World Tower items were never hard to sell.

He could easily exchange them for over a hundred thousand points at the Great Plaza or the black market.

Over a hundred thousand points!

His wife had been nagging him incessantly about how he was still just a small squad leader after all these years, and how it would take until the Year of the Monkey for his meager monthly salary to afford a house.

Now, this bastard had nothing to fear!

As soon as the points were in his hands, he would go house hunting!

A down payment of over a hundred thousand was enough to trade for a nice house with convenient transportation!

A real man could finally hold his head high and stand tall!

The lead guard joyfully contacted his life-or-death brother, who was drowning his sorrows in a certain bar.

When they met up, it was only broad daylight, yet that brother was already dizzy and slurring his words.

The lead guard frowned, asking why he was so drunk.

His life-or-death brother took a swig from his bottle, spat out some foam, and gave a bitter smile: "I entered the tower for three weeks in a row, fought like hell to climb to 189 three times, and only earned twenty thousand. I'm not going back in for the last week of the month no matter what! Isn't drinking better than climbing the tower? You came at the right time, brother, let's drink! My treat!"

The lead guard figured he wouldn't be returning to the Guard Department today, so he sat down, grabbed a beer, took a sip, and asked in confusion: "Aren't you capable of reaching the two-hundredth floor? I was the one who registered you, so why only 189?"

"What would you high-and-mighty Guard Department types know!" his life-or-death brother cursed drunkenly. Seeing the lead guard's expression darken, he laughed and patted his shoulder: "Just kidding. I mean, you elite professionals don't make a living by climbing the tower, so you wouldn't understand that a limit floor and a regular floor are two different concepts."

As he spoke, he lifted his bottle and gestured vaguely at a few people in the bar, saying to the lead guard: "Look at those guys. They clearly have the strength to reach the two-hundredth floor, but no one does it. Why? It's thankless work!"

He pointed a thumb at himself: "Take me, for example. I can reach the two-hundredth floor, right? But that's me risking my life! Charging it every week? How am I supposed to live? I'm just trying to scrape by, brother!"

As he spoke.

He tilted his head back and took a large gulp of strong liquor.

The thick liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, soaking his already damp collar, making him appear even more intoxicated.

The lead guard frowned, endured the pungent smell of alcohol as he leaned in, and whispered: "I have a job here. It requires going to the two-hundredth floor to retrieve some items. I have the specific steps. Are you in or not?"

"Didn't you hear a word I just said?" his life-or-death brother cursed drunkenly: "I'm not entering the tower this week! I'm not going in no matter what! Are you deaf?"

The lead guard said coldly: "An Earth-Shaking Talisman worth 30,000 points. If you bring the items out, I'll give you one. Are you in or not?"

The life-or-death brother's eyes instantly cleared. He set down his bottle, straightened his collar, and pulled the lead guard into a secluded corner of the bar: "Good brother! To remember me for such a lucrative path—tell me, what exactly do I need to do?"