Game Invasion: A new term for each level

The two stopped in front of an office.

Pei Feng said, "I'll go in first to report the situation. I'll come out, and then you can go in."

Yang Hui gave an OK sign.

Pei Feng knocked on the door, turned the doorknob, and went inside.

Yang Hui looked at his phone and agreed to add him as a friend.

This is all about connections.

The King of Bodyguards in the Nation: Hello, Sister Ya, I am Yang Hui.

Chief surgeon! But gripping the steering wheel: Why is your green bubble name so weird?

Yang Hui typed: "I opened my own firm to provide protection for people in game instances."

Although it's still in its early stages and there's not much work to do yet.

Surgeon! But holding the steering wheel: "Then aren't you making a killing?"

Yang Hui: I'm only at level eight now, so I'm just starting out like a slow bird that has to start flying early.

"Master Surgeon!" But holding the steering wheel: "Sorry, I forgot your level. If you reach level 10 and can enter a D-level game instance, I can actually introduce you to a good job."

Yang Hui raised his eyebrows. Although he couldn't accept the challenge now, it didn't mean he couldn't level up!

He has already reached level eight in just a few days. This leveling speed is like riding a rocket!

Yang Hui quickly typed: "Sister! Sister Ya! I'll reach level ten in a couple of days! Please introduce me to her!"

Tang Siya was lying low on the wild sportbike at this moment.

Speeding through the streets at night.

In the blink of an eye, passersby heard a whistle, and she swept past the roadside as if flying at low altitude.

Her ample thighs clamped between her sides.

His all-black leather outfit made him look mysterious and fierce.

At the intersection, the red light is on.

Tang Siya stopped in front of the zebra crossing wearing a helmet, one long leg outstretched for support.

She saw Yang Hui's message and typed:

"You've got a sweet tongue~ Come find me again when you're level 10, I'll introduce you. That guy's got plenty of money, just ask Kuku for a price and it'll be done."

She was in a good mood and stopped at the zebra crossing. Her graceful figure made pedestrians crossing the road unable to help but glance at her.

Boom!

Tang Siya turned her head and saw a handsome, wealthy young man roll down his car window, stylishly remove his sunglasses, pat his flashy yellow Porsche, and ask:

"Hey beautiful~ wanna go to a bar later?"

Tang Siya raised her middle finger and said, "Get lost! Go home and play with your mother!"

The green light comes on.

The motorcycle beneath her shot off like an arrow.

In the back seat of the Porsche, the rich kid's friends pointed at him, slapped their thighs, and laughed: "Haha! Clown!"

The car was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

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Yang Hui silently gave himself a thumbs up. Although he didn't know what the process was for the Bureau's Level 10 registration or whether he could pass it, taking on the work first was definitely not a problem.

Don't worry about whether you can do it or not, just book the job first.

The phone flashed, and Yang Hui glanced at it, his heart stopping abruptly.

"Surgeon!" But holding the steering wheel, he said, "This is your bill. You must be very rich. People who can afford bodyguards aren't short of money. I'll charge you 20 this time."

20w?

The manager, who only had 20,000 yuan on him, shattered gently.

Yang Hui smiled wryly: "I don't have that much money on me right now. Let me transfer 10,000 yuan to Sister Ya first."

Looking at the loose change that had come from different channels, Tang Siya asked, "How much do you have on you?"

"It's over 20,000. I've already transferred 50% to you, so now you have 10,000 left."

Yang Hui also posted a crying cat emoji.

Tang Siya thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll take 10 from you, and deduct 50% from the price. You can owe me the rest."

"Yay!"

Yang Hui sent many more kneeling and thanking emojis.

She thought to herself: Sister Ya is such a kind person.

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Pei Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight, facing the desk.

I just finished explaining the operation in the wilderness to Captain Zhang Yi.

However, Yang Hui's part was omitted.

As they said, Yang Hui entered the octagon and won, and then they escaped.

Zhang Yi sat at his desk, wearing glasses and a simple black oversized shirt with a hard-shell brown jacket over it.

Behind him was a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside was already plunged into darkness.

The messy desk was covered with many files.

The most eye-catching item was a beautifully wrapped pink gift box, which seemed out of place with the serious items on the table.

Pei Feng showed no curiosity, but simply continued to provide information:

"After comparison, the tattoo on Mao Juan's wrist matched closely with the one on the wrist of the man photographed outside the stadium, and the source of Mao Juan's tattoo was found."

"It was an orphanage that went out of business more than a decade ago. Their director used to be a tattoo artist. Because he had lost children, a group of children had torch-like tattoos on their bodies."

Zhang Yi rubbed his temples: "Is it still possible to contact that dean?"

"The director died not long after, the orphanage was sold, and the children were scattered. We haven't had time to track them down yet. All we know for now is that Curly came from this orphanage."

Zhang Yi: "In that case, there's a high probability that the person outside the stadium was also a child from an orphanage, only now he's grown up."

Pei Feng said definitively, "Yes! The next step is to find out where those children are now."

Zhang Yi nodded: "More than ten years have passed, so it won't be easy to investigate. However, once we know the specific style of the tattoo and the person's background, we can focus our investigation on Beicheng."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Try not to let the logistics staff put themselves in danger. Once you have a fixed place to stay, go there yourself."

Pei Feng hesitated for a moment before asking, "Then... should we bring Yan Yiming along?"

Zhang Yi also became conflicted, rubbing his temples.

Yan Yiming's family is quite wealthy; his parents both have high-end professions, and joining the Administration Bureau makes them feel very proud.

Of course, having a law enforcement officer's son makes their careers even smoother.

However, Zhang Yi still couldn't ignore the fact that Yan Yiming was too young.

So he was always paired with Pei Feng on missions, so as not to be left to deal with those dirty things alone.

Although joining the management bureau and enjoying generous benefits comes with a series of risks.

But now, facing a dangerous event whose details are unknown, Yan Yiming still lacks experience.

He had gone through several game instances with Pei Feng before, but he was still too naive when it came to the wickedness of human nature.

But right now, the third team is really short-handed.

Zhang Yi said, "Let him stay on the perimeter. If it really doesn't work, I'll ask another team leader to send you some helpers."

The North City Administration Bureau is divided into several teams, each with its own jurisdiction.

They usually work independently, but there's an underlying competitive tension between them.

This stadium massacre occurred in the territory of the third team.

In terms of severity, this incident is actually considered moderate for Beicheng.

After all, there are always some people who can't control the power of their words, which can lead to serious incidents.

Everyone has a devil inside them, and the term "vocabulary" is the switch that gives them the power to unleash violence.

Hearing Zhang Yi say he was going to call for help, Pei Feng was speechless. He didn't believe Zhang Yi would lower himself to do that.

In the end, it was up to Mr. Xu, the person in charge, to negotiate.

"How did Yang Hui perform on the mission you took with you this time?"

"His performance was truly phenomenal, like a demon descended from heaven, comparable to a celestial being! If Yang Hui hadn't been born, the northern city would have been plunged into eternal darkness—it couldn't be better."

Pei Feng started spouting nonsense, praising his good brother to the skies.

Zhang Yi raised his hand to interrupt him: "Alright, how about I go with you to investigate? Consider it a trial run for you two."

Now it was Pei Feng's turn to be conflicted.

The image of Yang Hui dying in the car was still vivid in Pei Feng's mind. If he had really died then, Pei Feng would never have forgiven himself.

It was he who dragged Yang Hui into the wilderness gathering.

Pei Feng hesitated and said, "I'll handle the investigation. Let him stay on the perimeter; I'll do the dangerous frontline work."

Zhang Yi nodded appreciatively, handed a file to Pei Feng, and said, "You said you killed Black Mask back then?"

"Yes! In that case, the wilderness gathering in the North City will fall apart, and now is precisely when they are at their weakest!"

The Wilderness Gathering, which targeted the Bureau's personnel, certainly deserved a severe crackdown.

However, the process still requires approval, otherwise the black-masked individuals would have already disappeared.

Zhang Yi sighed and said, "You should finish reading this file. To be on the safe side, go and get some mental health medications and supplies."

Pei Feng opened the file on the spot.

What comes into view are just a few lines of text.

Whoever puts on the black mask becomes the black mask!

Whoever kills Black Mask will be haunted by him forever!

Does he seem like he'll never die?

Zhang Yi said, "Someone did the same thing as you before, and he committed suicide six months later."