Chapter 129

[Tongtian Sect Leader: Got it!]

Zhang Yuanqing replied to the message, filled with anticipation. A dozen seconds later, his phone "dinged," and the file was sent.

He eagerly opened the file. First, he saw a one-inch photo. The woman in the photo was about forty years old, with a refined and elegant appearance. She was neither flirtatious nor weak, possessing a simple and capable aura.

However, she was not Chen Shu.

Zhang Yuanqing's first reaction was that Qian Liang had found the wrong person. The Chen Shu in the information was not his mother but someone with the same name.

"No, the facial features are different, but the temperament is too similar. Chen Shu is such a smug, self-righteous strong woman, a little princess, decisive and domineering in her work."

She must have used disguise, but was it necessary for an ordinary person to disguise? Even if she had contact with Lingjing Xingzhe, she would only be a peripheral figure.

Zhang Yuanqing continued reading and immediately understood.

The information showed that Chen Shu was the professional manager of the folk organization Jishi Society, the public helmsman, responsible for almost all of Jishi Society's external publicity and business.

Tianfa believed that Chen Shu was just a puppet on the surface because she was not a Lingjing Xingzhe. However, Tianfa had not yet investigated the powerful figures behind her.

Jishi Society currently has two confirmed Overlords, fourteen Saints, and numerous Transcendent individuals. The strength exposed to the public alone is enough to make it an A-level force.

In the Free Federation, folk organizations are divided into four categories.

They are A, B, C, and D in descending order. D-level forces have more than two Transcendent individuals, mostly gangs. C-level forces have more than two Saints, mostly companies with good profitability. B-level forces have one Level 6 Saint and multiple Level 4 and 5 Saints, often small capital groups or consortia.

A-level forces have one or more Overlords.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the information repeatedly, with only one thought echoing in his mind: Is this my mother? Is this really my mother? It must be someone with the same name.

There's no way my mother is so awesome!!

In the restaurant, there was a lot of noise, and people were coming and going. Zhang Yuanqing sat in the corner, stunned for a long time.

This was different from what he had imagined. In his mind, his mother was a wanderer who had taken his dead father's clone overseas to escape enemies.

With her intelligence, business acumen, and knowledge of Lingjing Xingzhe gained from her deceased husband, she successfully contacted the Lingjing Xingzhe world in a more open-minded area and did a decent business.

Essentially, she was just an ordinary person.

But the Chen Shu in the information was not a peripheral figure at all. She was simply a major figure among Lingjing Xingzhe, a big boss in a bandit's den.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuanqing was the kind of old driver who wouldn't panic when things happened. He quickly calmed down and began to think.

Chen Shu must be an ordinary person. There was no doubt about that. She was not a Lingjing Xingzhe. Palace Master wouldn't hide it from him. The information Tianfa provided was quite accurate.

"Mom is just an ordinary person. It's impossible for her to build a large organization. There must be someone supporting her behind the scenes. The person who can support an A-level organization must be the official or the evil faction. Who else does she know?

"I see, it's you, Mr. President. This is an easy conclusion to draw. Mr. President meets almost all the conditions. He is the strongman behind Chen Shu. Chen Shu is just his spokesperson."

In addition, Zhang Yuanqing remembered that Fu Xue once told him that the folk organization Jishi Society in the Free Federation was preparing to sponsor him, but Zhang Yuanqing flatly refused.

Was his mother trying to give him pocket money?

Fu Xue and his mother actually knew each other. What a small world. Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software, then opened the Bounty Hunter app and searched for tasks related to Jishi Society in the Silver and Bronze bounty lists.

This organization was a bit low-key. He searched for a long time without seeing any related tasks, but he accidentally saw a reward related to himself: Investigate the murderer in the Rooster Bar murder case.

Was this a task issued by Tianfa or the Biological Alchemy Society? Unfortunately, he couldn't accept Silver-level tasks yet, or he could have played a game of self-harm. Zhang Yuanqing put away his phone and got up to walk to the cashier: "Check out."

In the afternoon, he accepted two tasks, one was to collect debts, and the other was to clean up the black gang forces in a street in the Queens district.

Zhang Yuanqing was deducted two hundred points of morality by Lingjing after killing the gang members.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the taxi he was riding in was struggling to move on the road during rush hour.

"It's too congested. It's even more congested than Songhai. If I had known, I wouldn't have taken a taxi. It took half an hour to drive five kilometers. The bladder quality of the New York office workers is very high!" Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself that his bladder was good too.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the taxi finally arrived at Chinatown and drove into the main road.

On the way, Zhang Yuanqing saw several police cars and an ambulance parked by the roadside, as well as a vast crowd of Chinese Americans standing around, mixed with blacks and whites.

Was there a fight? Zhang Yuanqing lowered the car window and looked outside.

Because of the traffic jam, the taxi was driving slowly. He happened to see two police officers carrying a stretcher out of a building. The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, revealing a dark green arm.

Huh? This is a sign of corpse transformation. Zhang Yuanqing frowned immediately. As a Night Watchman, zombies and wronged souls were within his domain.

The corpse on the stretcher was surrounded by resentment, and yin energy was condensed in the flesh. If the resentment was not removed and the yin energy was not eliminated, it would turn into a yin corpse within three days.

Was someone refining yin corpses in Chinatown? The ambulance and the food truck were gradually left behind. Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze and did not continue to pay attention.

"Beep~"

Zhang Yuanqing entered the password and returned home. He saw Annie wearing yoga clothes, sitting on a soft cushion in the living room, performing a split, strengthening her body flexibility.

The profession of love and desire also requires occasional combat. It is necessary to keep the body active through exercise.

"Sect Leader, have you eaten yet?" Annie puffed out her chest and deliberately stretched her body, her face full of: Look at me, look at me quickly.

Annie had been working hard to create an ambiguous atmosphere recently, hoping to spark the flames of love between Mr. Primordial and herself, but the current Primordial Heavenly Lord was not what he used to be. He could easily manipulate emotions and calm desires.

With her charm ability suppressed, she had no other choice.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuanqing was immune to her seduction and said with the posture of a domineering CEO!

"Annie, pick a charity tomorrow and help me donate one million federal coins. I killed a group of gangsters today, and two hundred points of morality disappeared."

After speaking, he entered the bedroom, locked the door, closed the windows, Zhang Yuanqing placed his phone vertically on the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, and dialed Guan Ya's video call.

The video rang for more than ten seconds, and Guan Ya slowly answered the call, soaking in the bathtub, revealing her milk-like smooth shoulders, her eyes gazing at the camera.

"Your face is not good-looking, I want to see Primordial Heavenly Lord." She frowned.

Zhang Yuanqing changed back to his own face and smiled, "Miss me?"

Guan Ya smiled and said, "I can't miss you, all I see is a mosaic!

She changed to a comfortable position, lying on the edge of the bathtub, humming, "Little brat, you haven't made a video in so many days, are you lingering in the love and desire profession in New York?"

Zhang Yuanqing told her about his experiences in the past few days, mentioning the Bounty Hunter task, and the landlady's family. They chatted for half an hour before Guan Ya prepared to take a shower and hung up.

While his real girlfriend went to take a shower, Zhang Yuanqing dialed Aunt Magic's video call again.

In the video, Xiao Yuan, with a fair face and bright features, appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's sight.

She was mature and cold, still charming, but there was a hint of sadness between her brows, like a lilac after the rain.

The destruction of the hotel team was like a difficult-to-heal wound, left in her heart.

"At this time, we should thank time, because I miss you but I don't dare to miss you." Zhang Yuanqing's tone and eyes were very gentle.

Xiao Yuan's voice was light and faint, "What?"

"Because when I miss you, all I see is a mosaic." Zhang Yuanqing said.

That cold and fair face immediately melted like spring snow, with a hint of tenderness.

"How is it going abroad?" Xiao Yuan was not Guan Ya after all, and couldn't race with him.

Zhang Yuanqing repeated the daily routines he had just told Bai.

Xiao Yuan listened patiently, and when he finished, she also told her lover about her recent situation. She and Kou Beiyue were now living in Songhai and had become Fu Qingyang's informants.

They were now avengers in the shadows, tracking the Southern Faction and Dark Night Rose.

"Beiyue has become much calmer and more silent. I am very happy to see him grow; although it is in this way." Xiao Yuan sighed softly.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, the video call ended with Zhang Yuanqing's affectionate confession. Finally, he dialed the Video call to the Stop Killing Palace Master.

Unlike Guan Ya and Xiao Yuan, she answered in seconds. Zhang Yuanqing saw a red dress appearing on the screen. The Palace Master was resting her chin on her hand, gazing at the camera with curved eyes.

"Oh, I was just about to call you. Do you think we are telepathic?" Zhang Yuanqing squinted at the crescent moon under the mask and hummed, "Palace Master, let's not beat around the bush. I know you want to sleep with me." After saying this, he didn't give the Palace Master a chance to continue teasing him and said, "That teleportation scroll of yours, was it given by the Demigod President of the Merchant Guild?"

"It was given by your mom." The Palace Master generously admitted.

"It was given by my mom. Who is her son?" Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice.

"I've been investigating Chen Shu recently, and I have some clues. I'll ask you, when my headache broke out, did Chen Shu ask the Merchant Guild for help when she took me abroad to see a doctor?"

The Palace Master smiled and said, "You already have the answer yourself."

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and said, "So the real boss behind Chen Shu's Jishi Society is the President of the Merchant Guild."

The Palace Master nodded.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "I understand."

So his mother knew Mr. Bill of the Merchant Guild, so Mr. Bill had always been kind to him, and he sold the Perfect Human Skin to him.

Thinking about it now, it was indeed unreasonable. Although he had already shown his talent at that time, he was only in the Transcendent Realm after all. Even if the Merchant Guild wanted to invest in him, it was impossible to directly invest in a Karma-type item.

The President was not only an old acquaintance of Zhang Zizhen, but also Chen Shu's boss.

The connection between the Merchant Guild and his family was deeper than he thought.

Three days passed in a flash.

Other people's mornings are awakened by alarm clocks, while Zhang Yuanqing's mornings are awakened by the landlady's quarrels.

Opening the quilt, he walked barefoot to the balcony, only to find that he had forgotten to close the window last night.

Zhang Yuanqing poked his head out and saw the landlady arguing with the owner and his wife of the breakfast shop next door. She was fighting two people with ease. She was wearing a nightgown, her waist was thick, and her spittle-flying demeanor was a beautiful scenery in Chinatown.

This was the fourth time Zhang Yuanqing had seen the landlady arguing with her neighbors. At first, he would pay attention to the reason for the quarrel, but later he found that the landlady didn't need a reason to quarrel at all.

When she was in a bad mood, she would just go out. Cao Chao and Cao Qianxiu, who were wearing school uniforms, stood aside and watched the show, watching their mother dominate the world.

Occasionally, someone would pass by, linger for a moment, and say a few words of encouragement.

At this time, Cao Qianxiu raised her head and looked at Zhang Yuanqing.

She lowered her head, took out her phone, and edited a message.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing's phone dinged. He went back to the bedside to pick it up and took a look.

[Cao Qianxiu: At eight o'clock tonight, I'll take you on a trial mission. If you pass the assessment, you'll be a member of the Anti-Black and White Alliance. Remember to cancel everything else. I'll tell you the content of the assessment when I get back from school.]