At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

"Have Fifth Brother take two unfamiliar faces to handle this, and make sure it's done efficiently! Hmm, I think that couple from the Northwest would do; nobody in Shenzhen knows them! But don't get involved with the foreigners, understand?"

"The Lu family is in big trouble right now, so why not make some money? But... if foreigners want to kill foreigners on our soil, we'll just watch the show. If something really serious happens, we need a way out, understand?"

"Understood, Third Master." Yao Qi nodded.

The banquet came to a complete end.

On the way back, Mu Xueke said to Chen Geng, "Emmas has a very busy schedule these days. Tomorrow he's going to visit the deep-water port and several technology parks, and the formal business talks don't start until the day after. I need you to accompany him the whole time. Also..."

She paused, glanced at Chen Geng, and said, "Is it convenient for you to go back to your place? We might need to communicate frequently these next few days. I'll have someone book a room for you in this hotel under the company's name, just a few floors below mine. It'll be more convenient, and... safer."

She spoke the last three words very softly, but Chen Geng understood them.

Having been embroiled in a series of major incidents, his residence may not be safe, and staying in a well-secured hotel would certainly be more secure.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu, for your trouble." Chen Geng did not refuse.

Mu Xueke's Peninsula Hotel was not far from the Raffles Hotel, and they arrived quickly.

"Someone will send you your room number later. Get some rest. See you in the lobby at eight o'clock tomorrow."

While waiting for the elevator, Chen Geng caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of someone standing quietly in the shadows of the fire escape diagonally opposite.

The man was wearing a dark hotel waiter's uniform, of medium build and ordinary appearance. He was holding a rag in his hand and had his head slightly bowed, as if waiting for instructions or a break.

But Chen Geng sensed something extremely subtle about the man's posture—it was too steady, unlike that of an ordinary waiter. His breathing was almost inaudible, and his presence was so low that if Chen Geng hadn't been so perceptive, he would have almost been overlooked.

Seemingly noticing Chen Geng's gaze, the man raised his head and looked at Chen Geng.

Those were calm, even somewhat cloudy eyes, but the instant their gazes met Chen Geng's, Chen Geng seemed to see a faint, fleeting glint of light flash across the depths of those eyes, so fast that he thought it was an illusion.

The elevator dinged, and Mu Xueke was about to enter when she saw the "waiter." She paused for a moment, then nodded slightly to him, her tone carrying an unusual respect and a hint of barely perceptible intimacy: "Uncle Gao!"

The waiter, addressed as "Uncle Gao," bowed slightly to Mu Xueke and said in a flat voice, "Miss!"

Then, he glanced at Chen Geng again, his gaze seemingly taking in Chen Geng from head to toe, inside and out, before lowering his eyes again, resuming his inconspicuous demeanor, pushing open the fire escape door, and disappearing silently, as if he had never been there.

Chen Geng felt a chill run down his spine!

Uncle Gao?

This person is unfathomable!

That glance he gave Chen Geng felt even more pressure than when he was facing Lang Hehe.

Lang Hehe's aura is outward, sharp, and carries the smell of gunpowder; while Gao Tian is inward and profound, like an ancient well or a cold pool, its depths unfathomable, yet it instinctively makes people feel danger.

"Chen Geng, what's wrong?" Mu Xueke asked.

"It's nothing, Mr. Mu. And who is this?" Chen Geng asked knowingly.

"He's a friend my father sent... to help out. Don't worry about him, he doesn't usually bother us at work... Get some rest."

Mu Xueke briefly touched on the topic, clearly not wanting to discuss it further.

"Okay, Mr. Mu, you should get some rest too."

Chen Geng swiped his card and entered his room.

The room was spacious and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a dazzling night view.

But Chen Geng had no interest in appreciating it. He locked the door, drew the curtains, and sat wearily on the sofa.

So much happened in just one day.

He glanced at the time; there were still a few minutes until midnight.

The intelligence we obtained today, especially the confirmation of the connection between "Miranda" and Aimas, is of great value, but it also brings more mysteries.

We must give Lang Hehe an explanation tomorrow, which means that the intelligence updated tonight is crucial and must contain key information about "Viper" and "the inside man"!

He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and waited.

The azure interface in his consciousness refreshed precisely on time, and three new pieces of information appeared in Chen Geng's mind, word by word.

[Intelligence 1: In the early hours of this morning, the US military, in conjunction with intelligence agencies, launched a top-secret operation codenamed "Decapitation." This operation marked the first large-scale deployment of the sixth-generation "Swarm" AI autonomous combat drones and "Spider" nano-reconnaissance robots developed by Emma Morgan's "X" Technologies. The target successfully infiltrated the core security area of ​​the capital of Arizona, simultaneously and precisely eliminating seven high-ranking military and political officials, including the supreme leader.]

Chen Geng's pupils constricted sharply... A killing machine manufactured by Emmas's company?

Used directly for assassinating heads of state?

This news is appalling! It is not only an international political earthquake, but also puts Emma and his company in extremely dangerous focus.

Considering the Green Hell Legion's assassination attempt on him, this is probably not just a matter of business competition or terrorist attacks; it may involve deeper interstate covert warfare, technological competition, or factional purges.

This intelligence is of great value, but it offers very limited help in resolving his current crisis.

[Intelligence 2: Two members of the "Green Hell Legion" have infiltrated the Aimas expedition team. One is Carl Vincent, the accompanying technical security advisor, whose cover is that of a retired CIA technical support officer, proficient in electronic surveillance and counter-surveillance; the other is Lisa Chen, Aimas's personal image consultant assistant, of mixed Chinese and American descent, whose cover is clean.]

Chen Geng's spirits lifted!

The mole's identity has finally been revealed!

This intelligence definitely needs to be communicated to Lang Hehe. Although there's still no news from Viper, two inside agents are enough to report back!

However... he promised "before tomorrow night", and it's only just past midnight now.

Let's take a look at the third piece of intelligence first...

[Intelligence 3: Two wanted fugitives from the Northwest—Wang Jinlong (male, 37 years old, skilled in combat, weaponry, and disguise) and Li Caifeng (female, 35 years old, skilled in poison, concealed weapons, and intelligence gathering)—have been hired to eliminate Xiulian and her son, Zhang Xiaoqiang.]

Unable to directly locate Yu Xiulian and her son, the assassin will disguise himself as a high-end client and visit "Xinyue Housekeeping Company" this morning, attempting to extract or force information from Cui Lanzhen regarding Yu Xiulian's whereabouts and contact details.

Mother!

Chen Geng's heart was instantly gripped tightly by an icy hand, almost stopping its beating.

No matter how important the first two pieces of information are, they are not as important as one ten-thousandth of the danger my mother is facing!

There was no time to think about why someone would hire an assassin to kill Yu Xiulian and her son!

My own mother absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble!

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Geng immediately issued the order in his mind: "Provide analytical guidance for the third intelligence report!"