The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

After speeding underground for dozens of kilometers, the view finally opened up ahead.

The warm rays of the sun shone on their faces, almost bringing Song Feng and Chen Gou, whose faces were bruised and swollen, to tears.

"Finally out!"

I looked down.

The dwarf general dug a tunnel underground in Baiyun City.

The exit is located on a cliff overlooking the sea.

"cliff?"

"ah!!"

The cliff is at least fifty meters high; if you fall off it, it's no different from jumping off a fifty-meter-high building.

Just as Song Feng was about to release Magnet Bro to save the day, the Dwarf General calmly said...

"Hey! Don't panic! Don't forget, this is an amphibious high-speed combat vehicle! Taurus One, transform!"

Song Feng felt as if the chariot beneath him was disappearing and reappearing, growing larger and smaller in an instant.

After undergoing a complex transformation, the Taurus No. 1 tank became a kayak-like contraption with a long, sharp bow.

What was originally just a convertible has now become a boat with an open canopy in all directions except for the floor.

Song Feng still called out Magnet Brother and asked him to control the descent speed of the strange ship to prevent it from crashing to pieces.

The dwarf general was displeased.

"Mr. Song, this shows a lack of trust in the quality of our Taurus No. 1 tank."

Song Feng thought of how the roof of the car flew off as soon as this guy opened the car door the moment he saw him, and nodded firmly.

"They don't trust me at all."

After a gust of wind swept across the face, the transformed Taurus No. 1 slammed heavily onto the water's surface.

The waves crashed in, soaking the three of them to the bone.

Chen Gou was so angry he laughed.

"Great! I got all dirty on the ground just now, but now I'm all clean."

The dwarf general approached the ship's wheel and, in an era beginning in the 4th century AD, found himself without a visual control panel. His rough fingers fiddled with a bunch of mechanical buttons and knobs.

"Taurus One, full speed ahead!"

Chen Gou was startled.

"Full speed ahead again! You've transformed so much now that there are no seats left, are you planning to make us go into the sea to feed the fish?!"

Dwarven technology: life and death are uncertain.

That's really unreliable.

Luckily, Magnet Bro was nearby. He simply rubbed two seatbelt-equipped seats together by hand and nailed them to the boat.

Song Feng and Chen Gou grasped at a straw as if it were their only hope.

Chen Gou repeatedly praised Magnet Bro.

"This clone of yours is incredibly useful! I love it!"

Magnet Guy raised his chin.

With an expression that says, "Of course, we're still T0."

"Whoosh—"

A grayish-brown canvas rose from the boat, billowing and rustling in the wind.

The small boat bobbed up and down with the waves, essentially staying in one place.

Song Feng and Chen Gou exchanged a glance, their lips twitching.

"No, General, is this your full-speed advance?"

Hammer Nasha coughed and said.

"Hmm... the propeller got stuck when it deformed, so it can only be propelled by wind. But if it deforms again, I think it should be able to open successfully, or else..."

"Forget it! Let's leave it at that. We're not in a rush."

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the sky.

When Song Feng looked up, the familiar red-tasseled spear gave him a headache.

"Hahaha! Song Feng! I finally caught you!"

Magnet Brother was speechless and pointed at Qian Yuehong angrily.

"You woman, you're like a persistent ghost!"

The wings on Qian Yuehong's back were incredibly fast, far exceeding the speed of the dwarf general's dilapidated ship.

In the blink of an eye, she hovered in front of the wrecked ship. With a flick of her red-tasseled spear, a red laser shot out from the tip, causing the seawater in front of the ship to boil. Song Feng and the others were once again soaked to the bone.

Chen Gou was so angry that he jumped up and down.

"These clothes I just dried with a high-temperature talisman, your mom..."

After thinking about it, I decided not to scold them.

The person in front of me is a hegemon, and he's equipped with advanced technology.

Qian Yuehong said solemnly.

"Song Feng, I don't want to use violence against you, but I hope you understand that it's really hard for me to do my job because you've escaped from me time and time again."

Moreover, I am inviting you on behalf of the National Palace.

If you are the Song hexagram, this is the country you built single-handedly.

"If you were to take up residence in the National Palace, you would have the authority to allocate resources nationwide. Isn't that enough to allow you to take a look?"

Song Feng stood amidst the wind and waves and spoke in a deep voice.

"The problem is, I'm not Song Gua. Will your superiors still give me the things they promised? If I go in, will I ever get out?"

"You...aren't Song Gua? But you clearly have the same ability to create clones as him."

"I can't explain it to you in just a few words. In short, I have my own plans. I will go to the palace one day, but not now. Captain Qian Yuehong, you should leave. Your equipment is practically a death warrant in front of Magneto."

Qian Yuehong's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

She was so excited after discovering Song Feng's whereabouts that she forgot about Magneto and only cared about finding Song Feng, forgetting to take off the metal equipment she was wearing.

Where are you going?

Hammer-na-shabi said with a chuckle.

"Isn't it obvious? He's going to our Giant Kingdom. Otherwise, what would I, a dignified general, be doing here as a boatman?"

Qian Yuehong said, feeling very depressed.

"Why would you rather go to the land of foreign tribes than to the royal palace? What kind of logic is that? Do you think foreign tribes are more trustworthy than the royal palace?"

"Basso Detective Agency".

Song Feng's sudden mention of this company left Qian Yuehong somewhat bewildered.

"What do you mean?"

"Go check their recent business. One of their tasks seems to be investigating my information. They also have an additional mission: kill me if the opportunity arises."

"So what if I find out?"

"See who issued this task to the company. I don't have the information resources you have, so I can't decipher their database, but you belong to the Zhenjun Division, so you should be able to."

"Just because of this, you don't trust the Empire and think we'll hurt you? That's illogical."

"This company was originally an intelligence organization of the Chinese government. Later, due to ethnic wars, institutional reforms in China, and other historical reasons, this intelligence organization was disbanded."

Those who lost their jobs at the time banded together and used their connections and resources to start a commercial detective agency, which is now known as Basso Detective Agency.

Qian Yuehong frowned.

"So you don't trust the Royal Palace? My AI just searched for relevant information for me. All of this happened seven hundred years ago. What does it have to do with the current Royal Palace?"

"You should investigate who issued the task first before coming to me. You'll always be able to find me eventually."

Qian Yuehong glanced at the eager Magnet Brother, but ultimately controlled the wings to take off, letting the wrecked ship pass by.

As the dirty canvas gradually disappeared below the horizon, Qian Yuehong felt heavy-hearted.

The team members came to her side one after another.

"Captain, why did you let them go?"

Qian Yuehong crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers gently tapping her arms.

"I'm afraid our mission isn't that simple. Let's go, let's head to the Basso Detective Agency first!"