It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 687 [105] The Secret Prisoner

The training ground on the west side, and the dimly lit dungeon 18 stories underground.

The laser net cast mottled dark red shadows on the prisoners.

George Kennedy—the former leader of the Neanderthal Olive Group—slumped in the corner of his cell, his face pressed against the cold floor. His dull blond hair was disheveled, like clumps of withered grass hanging over his forehead.

The suit was long gone, leaving only a ripped shirt covering the emaciated body. The hem of the shirt was stained with dried blood and food scraps.

Hearing footsteps, he struggled to lift his head, his eyes were dark and sunken, and his lips were dry and cracked.

"Qin...Qin Jiandan, you've finally come to see me?"

Standing outside the laser fence, Qin Jiandan's alarm bracelet on his arm suddenly vibrated, and then the entire headquarters sounded a siren similar to an air raid siren.

Qin Jiandan said "One of us" to the alarm bracelet, and the siren immediately stopped. A comical ghost wearing a long trench coat and old police trousers appeared beside him amidst the scattered subspace particles.

George chuckled dryly, then pushed himself up from the ground and leaned against the wall in a half-sitting, half-kneeling position.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person is your father-in-law, Han Tiancheng, isn't he? He and you orchestrated my fake death?"

“That’s right.” Qin Jiandan readily admitted, “After Alexander’s death, the Nian Society will be leaderless. Rosenberg of the Skull Group wants to cooperate with the Night Dragon Society, and the condition for cooperation is that we assassinate you.”

Hearing Rosenberg's name, George was not surprised, but he clenched his fists secretly, his eyes revealing hatred.

A patrol drone carrying a surveillance camera buzzed overhead.

"To avoid failure, the Night Dragon Society sent their most skilled sniper, my wife Mu Yue. However, as the sheriff, Mu Yue is against skipping the trial and executing directly. I also can't bear to make my wife do something against her conscience. After thinking it over, it's better to spare your life."

George glanced at his wrist, which used to be adorned with an expensive watch but was now covered in grime.

"...Just before the bullet hit me, you used holographic projection to create the illusion that I was shot in the forehead, then pulled the real me into the subspace, leaving behind a mutilated corpse dressed the same as me?"

Han Tiancheng nodded. His beer belly had shrunk considerably after he became the comical ghost, but he still carried a hint of alcohol in his mannerisms.

“In Ringstone City, corpses are easy to obtain. I wait near the corpse disposal center and can intercept the sellers by paying a little more money.”

Qin Jiandan stepped forward. The laser fence made his face appear even redder.

"I'm not going to waste any more words. George, I'm sparing your life to keep Rosenberg in check. If one day Rosenberg fails to fulfill his alliance with the Night Dragon Society, I won't rule out releasing you and supporting you to take over."

George snorted coldly.

"Qin Jiandan, don't underestimate me. Now that I'm in your hands, you can do whatever you want with me. I will never betray the Nian Society."

"Oh? So you think it's okay if Nia is controlled by Rosenberg?"

Qin Jiandan's instigation made George's face turn angry.

The metal plate at the food delivery slot was pushed aside, and Qin Jiandan slipped a recording device inside.

"I need to know where the warehouse in Rosenberg that stores phlogiston crystals is located. Could you mark the approximate location on the map?"

George thought for a moment, his expression reluctant, but he finally took the recording device in his hand.

Perhaps it's because prison is too boring...

With a click, the map of Huan Shi City is displayed in a holographic projection.

"Why do you want to know about the Skull Group's phlogiston crystal warehouse? Do you want to detonate it?"

"Detonate it only as a last resort," Qin Jiandan said, his gaze fixed on the holographic map. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. To prevent Nian from betraying us, I need to prepare in advance."

George held the recording device, but took no further action.

“I can mark you, but on one condition. You must inform my two trusted men in the Olive Group—Deputy Leader Glenn Ironfist and Rhino Hogg—that I am still alive.”

"You're overthinking it," Qin Jiandan said. "I won't use this trump card of yours until the very end. You're not in a position to negotiate with me right now."

George threw the recorder on the ground.

"Since that's the case, I have no reason to cooperate. If you won't let me communicate with my confidants, then I have no reason to betray the Nean Society's intelligence. What can you do to me? Kill me, or break my arm?"

Qin Jiandan saw through his act—the recording device hadn't been thrown very far, nor with much force. "No, no, no," Qin Jiandan said, shaking his finger while flashing a villainous smile. "Our Night Dragon Society isn't that barbaric. Very few people know you're being held here. If you don't help us mark the map, I'll bring our senior brother here, and you'll have to relive the 'one night of love, a hundred days of grace'..."

George's eyes widened suddenly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched.

"The senior brother you're talking about... is... is it Ouyang Suixing?"

When Ouyang Suixing returned to the scene, George was attacked and suffered severe local bleeding, forcing him to work while lying down for a long time.

Qin Jiandan nodded slightly: "My senior brother is now the leader of the 'Abnormal Group,' so it's not surprising that he has some unusual quirks. If he knew Mr. George was imprisoned here, he would be overjoyed and would bring rice, flour, and cooking oil to visit him."

George's voice trembled: "Who, who wants his rice, flour, and cooking oil! That naked pervert..."

Closing her eyes, she could recall that inhumane night. Opening her eyes, she noticed that Qin Jiandan looked somewhat like Ouyang Suixing, which terrified her even more.

"I...I understand...I'll mark the map right now...You absolutely cannot hand me over to Ouyang Suixing, or I'll bite my tongue and kill myself! You'll only get a cold corpse! I mean it!"

After receiving the marked map from George, Qin Jiandan handed it to Han Tiancheng, who had been waiting for them. The two then entered the high-speed elevator leading to the ground.

“Father-in-law, as we agreed before, you will place a few bombs according to the markings. If Rosenberg turns against us, we will detonate them remotely. Be careful, in case there are any traps on their end.”

Han Tiancheng nodded and summoned subspace particles to surround himself. Qin Jiandan hurriedly said, "Father-in-law, you've come all this way, won't you go and see Mu Yue?"

"I don't want to see her wearing this ridiculous ghost mask that I can't take off."

Leaving behind his last words, Han Tiancheng vanished without a trace. Qin Jiandan stared at the empty elevator, a sense of loss washing over her.

※※※

The 9th district of the outer city, the location of the Nian Society headquarters.

The underground pyramid stands silently, its endless staircase of pure white stones leading to the top.

Rosenberg ascended the long staircase, his dark military uniform standing out starkly against the pure white space. The skull epaulets swayed slightly with each step, his white gloves were spotless, and his left hand remained pressed against his armpit—where he held the "Civilization Codex" with its human skin cover.

The sacred fire altar sways at the highest point, the air filled with the scent of burning incense and ancient stone, while the acid rain and snowstorms of the outside world are kept out by layers of barriers.

"Hahahaha—the supreme power of the Nean Society is finally mine!"

Rosenberg laughed as he climbed to the top, the light and shadow of the sacred fire altar dancing on his cold, sinister face.

A semi-transparent, pitch-black figure suddenly appeared, kneeling beside him.

Rosenberg understood that his subordinates were using the "out-of-body" ability.

"I asked you to monitor the Night Dragon Society's movements. Have you found anything?"

The shadowy figure reported, "The young master of the Night Dragon Society caused a great disturbance in the inner city, but the Night Dragon Society did not launch a large-scale operation."

Rosenberg seemed quite dissatisfied as he took out the "Purification Manual" from under his arm, tucked it into his chest, and gently rubbed it.

"Destroying the company has been my long-cherished wish. But it wouldn't be good if it allowed the Night Dragon Society to grow stronger. Is there any way to make the Night Dragon Society and the company go to war first...?"

The shadowy figure slightly raised his head: "I think we can have our people use the Kung Fu Jar to acquire martial arts skills and impersonate the Night Dragon Society to attack the company."

"Hmm...I can consider it." Rosenberg began stroking his clean-shaven chin again. He quickly became lost in his own self-admiration.

"The Night Dragon Society is far better than the Company. We could have divided the control of Ringstone City. It's a pity they actually accepted such filthy creatures as the Furei... One day I will purify them as well. So-called allies are nothing but a relationship of mutual exploitation. For the benefit of the Nean Society, I am already prepared to transform into a demon at any time..."

Suddenly, another dark figure appeared in front of Rosenberg, and his voice was noticeably more panicked than that of the first person to use "soul separation".

"Leader! Something terrible has happened! Outside headquarters... there's something outside..."

Rosenberg interrupted the other person with displeasure.

"What happened? Was it an attack by the company, or a betrayal by the Night Dragon Society? It couldn't possibly be a joint force between the company and the Night Dragon Society, could it?"

The dark figure stammered, using a tone of extreme fear to squeeze out the sound from the bottom of its throat.

"Outside... in the sky... an archangel appeared!!"

(End of this chapter)