After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

【kill!】

That word slowly faded from my consciousness.

Gong Yuelong opened his eyes. In the darkness, there was only the red glow of the cigarette butt and the sound of his breathing.

He wasn't surprised; in fact, he felt a sense of calm, as if he had expected it.

The system was on the same page as him, or rather, the system validated the necessity of the most extreme option in his mind.

But killing is an outcome, not a plan.

He refocused and issued more specific instructions:

[Intelligence System: Consider how to execute? Specific methods? Timing? Steps? Risks and costs?]

This time, Blue Light did not provide an answer immediately.

This is not a simple information retrieval, but rather the construction of a dynamic, multivariate murder model.

Every detail can affect success or failure, and every step requires consideration and response.

[Thinking...]

[Model construction...too many related factors...]

Estimated completion time: Approximately 168 hours (7 days)

A cold, impersonal message appeared.

A week.

Gong Yuelong slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, leaned back in his chair, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The fact that even the intelligence system needs so much time to plan shows just how complicated this matter is.

Wu Jinshui was not the kind of henchman that Wu San could easily deal with.

He was a local tyrant with a fixed sphere of influence, core henchmen, and a network of connections.

He is bound to be cautious in his actions, and to resolve the issue of him cleanly, thoroughly, and without leaving any future troubles, it is definitely not as simple as breaking a leg.

This requires meticulous planning, precise timing, accurate execution, and... flawless post-event handling.

Any mistake in any step could lead to utter disaster.

The fact that the system takes time precisely illustrates its complexity and danger.

He stubbed out his cigarette and remained silent in the darkness.

Wait a week? Sure. He has the patience.

This week is a good opportunity to let Cao Dayong and his team find out more about the surrounding situation, and also to let Boss Li see that he is handling the old man's matter according to the rules, so as to lower the other party's vigilance.

However, he also had to be prepared for the worst. If Wu Jinshui's pressure intensified or if the project encountered obstacles that needed to be addressed immediately, he couldn't just wait around.

[Additional Instruction: Before the final plan is finalized, provide currently feasible short-term strategies. Prioritize methods that create chaos, delay action, or increase internal uncertainty. Risks must be manageable.]

The blue light flashed, as if accepting a new task branch.

[Analysis in progress... Estimated time: 12-24 hours.]

That's more or less.

First, we need some usable tactics to get through this week and disrupt the opponent's formation.

Gong Yuelong stood up and walked to the window.

The city lights in the distance looked exceptionally clear against the night sky after the rain.

Difficult?

Of course it's difficult.

But now that we've come this far, we either get crushed by the other side, or... we need the determination and ability to uproot them completely.

His eyes were calm.

The system needs a week to devise a complete solution.

He needs this week to stabilize the situation, gather information, and execute some appetizers.

More importantly, he needed this week to mentally prepare himself and his men for the real storm to come.

Once the intent to kill has been formed, all that remains is to wait for the most suitable knife and the opportune moment to wield it.

Everything was normal until then.

We should offer our condolences, conduct thorough investigations, and engage in project negotiations.

……

The courtyard with its character-deciphering design, early morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the air still carried the damp chill of the night rain.

Gong Yuelong changed into an old vest and walked to the cleared space under the old locust tree in the yard.

Without warming up, they immediately got into position.

Stand with your feet apart, knees slightly bent, and fists loosely clenched in front of your chin.

The movements looked smoother than in the past few days; they were no longer purely brute force but had a bit of taut elasticity.

He stared at the void ahead, slowly exhaled, and then began to move.

The left jab is quick and short, like a probe. The fist is retracted, the center of gravity shifts slightly, and the right straight punch is immediately sent out. The shoulder follows, the power pushes up from the soles of the feet, passes through the waist and hips, climbs up the spine to the shoulder blade, and finally bursts out from the knuckles.

The air was torn apart with a soft snap.

It's not as crisp as before, but it's more substantial.

He didn't stop, he started assembling.

A jab followed by a hook, a sidestep, and then an uppercut.

The footwork, coordinated with advancing and retreating, is simple yet each step is firm and solid, without any hesitation.

Sweat quickly seeped from his forehead, trickling down along the taut, firm muscle lines.

The vest clung to my back, soaked with sweat.

He practiced those basic movements repeatedly, not pursuing anything fancy, but only striving for smoother power in each punch and a more stable center of gravity in each movement.

His muscles began to heat up and swell, bringing a familiar soreness, but he felt a sense of relief instead.

After practicing for an unknown amount of time, the eastern sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Gong Yuelong stopped his stance, stood still, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.

He swung his arms, feeling the muscles in his arms and shoulders throbbing, full of power and the relaxation that comes after exhaustion.

There has been little progress, but there has been some.

My punches are more accurate, my footwork is more agile, and most importantly, I have a clearer understanding of how to generate power.

It's not about brute force, but about the coordination of the whole body, like swinging a hammer when forging iron, with the waist and stance as one, and the power flowing throughout.

Just then, the door to the west room creaked open.

Widow Qin immediately spotted Gong Yuelong, shirtless and drenched in sweat, in the courtyard, and paused in her tracks.

Gong Yuelong turned his head, and their eyes met.

Instead of immediately lowering her head to avoid him as usual, Widow Qin glanced at him a couple more times.

My gaze fell on his strong, bulging chest, glistening with sweat, looking quite impressive.

"Brother Gong, practicing your kung fu?" she greeted him warmly.

Gong Yuelong turned around upon hearing the voice: "Sister Qin, good morning. Get some exercise."

Widow Qin looked Gong Yuelong up and down with a simple and direct gaze, which seemed to be admiration, envy, and even more so, longing.

"You look much more energetic than before," she smiled.

"That should give you enough energy, right?"

"He looks like someone who can keep things going all night."

Gong Yuelong paused for a moment and looked at her.

Widow Qin had already turned around and bent down to pour water.

From this angle, she's wearing a light, casual summer nightgown with a not-too-low neckline, giving off a sweltering summer vibe.

After pouring the water, she straightened up, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, she turned back and glanced at Gong Yuelong again, this time her gaze quickly sweeping over his firm abdomen before she whispered:

"It's cool in the morning, so dry yourself off and put on your clothes quickly, don't let yourself get sweaty."

After saying that, he turned and went back into the house without waiting for Gong Yuelong's response.

As the door closed, one could faintly hear the sound of someone humming a tune.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Gong Yuelong stood still, holding a towel in his hand.

Qin the Widow's words and her gaze.

I was flirted with by a widow?

He looked down at his strong, muscular chest, then at the closed door.

撩？

He twitched the corner of his mouth, wiped his face vigorously, and put on his coat.

The body is the capital of revolution.

If you train harder, you'll not only be able to handle the dangers outside, but it seems... you might also attract some different attention.

This feels pretty good.

When a person has ability, they have confidence in whatever they do.

This skill can be a punch thrown, a well-calculated account, a project that can be secured, or it can also be... the knife in one's heart that knows when to flash.

The stronger your body becomes, the more at ease you feel.