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

The cheap hotel that the system scanned was called "Tai'an Inn".

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door. The dimly lit front hall was so narrow that it could only accommodate a counter and two chairs. Her eyes adjusted for a moment before she looked at the boss behind the counter.

He was an old man with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, who was writing and drawing on an account book without even looking up.

"A hotel?"

"Okay, I'll get a private room." Jiang Zhiyu took out a few Hong Kong dollars from her pocket and handed them over. This money was exchanged from pounds when she packed up the food earlier.

The old man adjusted his glasses, glanced at her, and then turned to take a key from the wall: "The last room on the left on the third floor, twenty yuan a day, pay for three days in advance."

Jiang Zhiyu took the key; the wooden key tag had "306" written on it in red paint. She carried a canvas bag, pretending it was her luggage, and went up the creaking stairs.

The stairs were made of wood, creaking with every step, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell.

Jiang Zhiyu went to the last room and pushed open the door. The room was small, with a metal bunk bed, a small wardrobe, and a small table by the window, which faced the street.

Jiang Zhiyu let down her guard and lay down on the bed, a sense of peace she had never felt before welling up inside her. The experiences of the past two days felt like an absurd yet real dream, and it made her even more grateful to the original owner of this body.

After resting for a while, Jiang Zhiyu called out, "0047, you stay outside and keep watch. I'm going into my space to cultivate for a bit. This body's strength is still too weak."

[Ok, host. 】

Jiang Zhiyu flashed into the space, gazing at the boxes of crystal cores. She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, picked up a crystal core, and began cultivating.

The energy within the crystal core flowed continuously into her body, circulating throughout her entire body along her meridians. Her skin glowed with a faint luster, her breathing became long and steady, the injuries she sustained from drowning were healing at a visible speed, and her mental strength was constantly rising, expanding her detection range from a radius of 30 meters to 80 meters.

Time slipped away quietly as she focused on her cultivation, until her stomach growled in protest, at which point Jiang Zhiyu slowly opened her eyes. The light outside the window had already dimmed; looking at the time, it was already three in the afternoon.

[Host, you have been cultivating for five hours!] 0047's voice rang out, full of surprise. [Wow! Your mental strength has improved so much! You can now probe much farther! Host, you're amazing!]

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, got up from the ground, stretched her muscles and bones, and felt a slight cracking sound from her bones. She felt refreshed.

"I'm going out to get something to eat and stock up on some supplies." She took the canvas bag out of her storage space and went out the door.

The streets were still bustling with people. Jiang Zhiyu walked along the main street for a while, and a tea restaurant with a "Fu Lin Men" sign came into view. The shop was not big, but the key was that there were quite a few people queuing up, so the food must be good.

Jiang Zhiyu went to the end of the line and soon it was her turn. Just as she sat down, a young man approached with the order book and asked in Cantonese, "Beautiful lady, what would you like to eat?"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the menu and began speaking in fluent Cantonese-accented Mandarin: "A plate of honey-glazed char siu, a plate of roast goose rice, a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, two servings of shrimp dumplings, three servings of siu mai, and..." She paused, "and add a box of satay beef noodles, to go."

The waiter paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Miss, is this all you can finish?"

"My older brother and sister haven't eaten yet, so I'm taking this back to them," Jiang Zhiyu casually made up a reason.

The waiter nodded knowingly and turned to place the order.

Before long, the food was served one after another. The honey-glazed char siu was a bright red color, with a perfect balance of lean and fat; the roast goose had crispy skin and tender meat, and when paired with a bowl of plum sauce, it was simply delicious; the congee with preserved egg and lean pork was thick and creamy, sprinkled with scallions and pepper, and had an irresistible aroma. Jiang Zhiyu first finished a plate of roast goose rice, and then drank a small bowl of congee before her stomach finally felt a little better.

She packed the remaining shrimp dumplings, siu mai, and the prepared satay beef noodles into a lunchbox, carried it out of the tea restaurant, and left.

Jiang Zhiyu walked along the street for a while, then turned into a secluded alley. There were few pedestrians in the alley, and discarded cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner. She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before putting the food into her spatial storage.

Just as I was about to get up and go back, a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from the depths of the alley.

"Tell me! Where are the blueprints?!"

A harsh voice rang out, filled with violent anger.

Upon hearing the words "blueprints," Jiang Zhiyu abruptly stopped and immediately instructed 0047 to scan them.

[Host, several people are fighting!] 0047's voice was urgent. [One of them is breathing heavily and is seriously injured!]

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly. No matter what, as long as the dispute over the blueprints was involved, she had to investigate the situation and get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible. With that in mind, she tiptoed towards the direction from which the sound came.

The alley was dimly lit. Jiang Zhiyu extended her spiritual power and quickly saw the situation inside the alley.

Two figures were wrestling together.

A tall man in a dark shirt, covered in blood, was clearly already severely wounded. Another man, wearing a black vest, held a switchblade; the blade had already pierced the man's body in several places, and blood from his shoulder and side had soaked through his shirt, yet he still held the man's arm tightly with astonishing strength. Two other people lay nearby, their fates unknown.

"Will you talk or not!" The man in the black vest gritted his teeth and pushed the knife tip another inch into the man's wound.

The man groaned, his face ashen, and said coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb!" the man in the black vest roared. "Neither side of us got any information about last night's port incident. You were there too, and your people were investigating these things. You must have taken them!"

Mainland spy?

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow and swept her mental energy over him. The man was 1.85 meters tall, with a lean and strong build and a rugged face. He had the typical appearance of a northerner and an old scar on his left wrist. He looked like a soldier.

0047's voice carried a hint of surprise: "This person is Song Yanzhou, twenty-seven years old, a member of the Mainland Military Special Operations Force, codename 'Qingfeng.' His mission in Hong Kong is to recover the stolen documents."

Song Yanzhou.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

In any case, this blueprint must be sent back to the mainland as soon as possible, but whether this person is worth entrusting it to needs further consideration; it's really troublesome.

She looked into the alley again. Song Yanzhou was clearly about to collapse. If she didn't make a move soon, he would surely die.

Just as the man in the black vest raised his knife and stabbed Song Yanzhou in the neck, Jiang Zhiyu moved.

She took a pebble from her spatial storage, flicked it lightly with her fingertip, and the pebble shot through the air, accurately striking the wrist of the man in the black vest.

"Ah!" The man in the black vest cried out in pain, his hand jerked violently, and the blade veered off course, only managing to cut a thin layer of skin on Song Yanzhou's neck.

He whirled around, glaring angrily at the alley entrance, and shouted sharply, "Who?!"