With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

When the night was deep and quiet, Jiang Zhiyu returned to her tent, carefully put away the three documents and the list of liaisons, then slipped into her spatial dimension and placed the documents in a conspicuous position.

The space remained as peaceful as ever.

The two tiger cubs were rolling around in a ball, biting each other's ears and making soft, babyish whimpering noises.

Jiang Zhiyu's divine sense fell on them, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

This place is her biggest trump card, and also her most secretive corner. No matter how chaotic or bloody the outside world becomes, this place will always be calm and peaceful, like spring all year round.

She took a deep breath and began to take stock of the supplies in the space.

She doesn't need much physical equipment for this mission—she has a spatial ability, supernatural powers, and the spiritual spring water is the best supply. But there are a few things she needs to prepare in advance:

First, she needs disguises and disguises. She can't show her true face in her private life; she needs at least two or three outfits for different identities. She had previously collected a batch of department store items from Hong Kong in her spatial storage, including some fabrics and ready-made clothes that could be used temporarily.

Secondly, the refinement of her poison-based abilities. Her poison-based abilities have always focused on two attack methods: "poisonous mist" and "corrosive poison," but this time she was going deep into the enemy camp to poison and create chaos—these scenarios required more precise control. She tested it in the space, compressing the poisonous mist to the size of her fingertip, condensing it into a dark green liquid droplet, which hovered in the air and trembled slightly.

It's alright. But not enough.

She collected the droplet and tried again, this time compressing it even smaller and darker in color, almost solidifying into a black bead. She compressed several more in this way and placed them in a conspicuous place.

Third, the spiritual spring water. She filled three jugs to the brim and placed them in the most convenient spot in the space.

After doing all that, she walked around the space again to confirm the location and access routes of all kinds of supplies.

The white tiger cub had somehow appeared at her feet, tilting its head up to look at her, its round, bright blue eyes gleaming, and its tail wagging like a little fan.

Jiang Zhiyu squatted down and reached out to rub its head.

"Sweetie, keep an eye on your brother, don't let them destroy the house."

The white tiger cub tilted its head, clearly not understanding, but enjoying her caresses, and nestled into her palm.

Jiang Zhiyu left the space once she felt she had made enough preparations.

The tent was pitch black, with only a sliver of light filtering through the gap in the curtain. She sat on the cot, silent for a moment, suppressing the warm images in the space, and letting reason prevail once more.

-

The next morning, Jiang Zhiyu was ambushed as soon as she stepped out of her tent.

Ji Buzhi crossed his arms and stood in front of her, his expression complex—three parts guilty, three parts ingratiating, and four parts shameless.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Zhiyu walked around him.

Ji Buzhi stepped aside and blocked her way again: "I heard... you're going on a long trip?"

Jiang Zhiyu paused and glanced at him.

Ji Buzhi immediately raised his hand: "Don't look at me! I didn't find out! I just... I just saw that Old Zhuge was seriously receiving someone these past two days, and then you acted like you were handing over work. Even a fool could see that you're up to something big!"

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and his eyes gleamed: "Can you take me with you?"

"no."

Jiang Zhiyu's answer was crisp and decisive, without even a second of hesitation.

"I haven't even told you where I'm going! Are you already telling me I can't go?"

"You don't need to tell me."

"I don't care, I'll help you wherever you go! Really, you have to trust me!"

"What help can I offer?" Jiang Zhiyu stopped and turned to look at him, her tone flat. "You don't even know where I'm going or what I'm going to do. What help can you offer? How can you help?"

Ji was momentarily speechless, but he never lacked face, a renewable resource.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "No, look at me—I'm quick on my feet, good at running errands and gathering information; I'm smooth-talking, good at getting information out of people; and I'm not bad in combat either, if a fight breaks out, you could push me out and I could hold my own..."

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu still didn't react, Ji Buzhi suddenly became anxious.

Finally, he blurted out, "I speak Japanese! Really!"

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow.

This was something she hadn't expected. This guy, who seemed so carefree, actually knew where she was going!

When did you learn Japanese?

"I learned it from my master when I was a kid," Ji Buzhi said, shaking his head proudly. "My master said that you can only defeat the enemy if you understand them, so he made me learn Japanese. Although I haven't used it much these past few years, I can still have everyday conversations! I guarantee it can be of help to you."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him for two seconds, then shook her head: "No."

"Why?!" Ji Buzhi wailed.

"Because you talk too much."

"I—" Ji Buzhi's eyes widened, "Where am I broken!"

"You're pretty broken right now."

"..."

Ji Buzhi opened his mouth, but was speechless again. He watched Jiang Zhiyu walk away without looking back, and stamped his foot in frustration. In the end, he shamelessly chased after her.

"Jiang Zhiyu! Captain Jiang! Sister Jiang! Grandma!"

"If you call me again, I'll send you back to the bureau to write a six-month report."

Ji Buzhi immediately shut his mouth, but his eyes were still staring at her relentlessly, like a big dog that had been thrown off by its owner, following behind with a pitiful look on its face.

Jiang Zhiyu took a few steps, then suddenly stopped without turning around.

"Ji doesn't know."

"Um!"

"Do you know why Old Zhuge didn't stop me this time?"

Ji Buzhi was stunned for a moment.

"Because he knows he can't stop them." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was soft, but every word was clear. "And you should also know—some things aren't solved by numbers. Staying here and finishing up the cleanup work in the disaster area is far more useful than coming with me."

Ji Buzhi stood there, watching her back, the smile on his lips gradually fading away.

He had actually thought of this before he came.

He was just unwilling to give up, so he decided to give it a try.

When the old Zhuge Liang was seriously meeting with people and having private talks, Jiang Zhiyu was in this "don't ask anything" attitude—this was clearly a big deal, the kind of big deal that he couldn't reach, touch, or even get close to.

But he just wanted to go with them.

Ji didn't know that what he couldn't stand most in his life was being excluded from important matters. Even though everyone in the department was doing it for his own good.

"Fine," he said sullenly, his voice so soft it sounded like he was sulking. "Then I'll stay. Next time there's a mission, please take me with you, okay?"

Jiang Zhiyu then turned her head to look at him, her lips curving slightly. It wasn't a smile, but the gentle curve indicated that she had heard him.

"Study hard after you stay here, and I believe you'll be able to stand on your own two feet someday. I'll definitely take you with me then. I'm not lying to you." She said this, then added, "Don't spend all your time flipping through those useless old books."

Ji Buzhi's face flushed red instantly.

She knew! She really knew everything! He knew he couldn't hide it from her.