Chapter 124: Except for being useless, everything else is fine (Thanks to the alliance leader Crazy Yanfei)

Among the twelve supreme goods, in terms of combat power, it is generally recognized that Ether is undoubtedly the sewer profession, even weaker than Ember. Generally speaking, this type of person should be disliked by everyone, and even if they were in a hero’s team, they would be kicked out for not being able to keep up with everyone’s rhythm, running off to some remote countryside to live their slow life.

Those who think this way have basically cooled down.

What’s the use of being able to fight? There are so many old silver coins in this world; are there few people who can fight who have died? Dozens or hundreds died in Yacheng last night alone.

The underworld is not just about fighting and killing, nor is it just about human relationships—compared to Ember, who can only have basic human rights after making it big, Ether is much more popular!

After all, you don't have to buy alchemical items, but you always have to know where you accidentally dropped your house keys...

Never underestimate the information network of Ether.

Just look at the North Mountain District.

If something happens, Wen Wen can not work, Old Zhang can soak tea for health, and Xiao An can go out to play with Ji Jue, but if Tong Hua slacks off, then the entire branch is half-dead.

If it weren't for Tong Hua yesterday, Wen Wen would have fallen into the pit by now; how could she have pulled herself out in time?

Ether has no combat power.

Ether also doesn't need such things as combat power.

As long as a Chosen One is alive, they cannot escape the need for Ether—what happened? Am I in trouble? Is there some grandson harming me? Where is the enemy hiding? And does she love me?

In theory, everything that happens must have a cause and a result. Everything that passes by must leave a trace, and the Eye of Ether is the reader of all this.

Even at high levels, manipulating fate and modifying reality is not just empty talk.

Look at the Tong family. For so many years, they have sat firmly in Yacheng, becoming increasingly prosperous. In every storm, they have chosen the winner and made the right important choices, earning half of Yacheng as their own, and they don't even have many enemies... Even if they do, they were cleaned up early on and couldn't become a climate.

Just this ability to make a fortune in silence is much stronger than those guys who lick blood on the edge of a knife just to earn some funeral money.

If you could just pick up money on the ground by bending over, who would still fight and kill?

If Ji Jue had this ability, he would definitely be a ten-thousand-year-old coward behind the scenes.

Under the tracing of the Ether Path, running away and hiding are completely useless.

As long as there is a hair, a personal item, or even a photo, even if Chen Yubo escapes to the ends of the earth, he will be caught.

Over four billion in funds and shares whose prices are hard to calculate...

Such a huge amount of property is enough for all the Ether Chosen Ones in Haizhou who hear about this to take out their water basins, tarot cards, dice, pendulums, astrology instruments, etc., to see if this Tang Monk meat is at their doorstep.

By now, only eleven people have found him, which is already thanks to the interference and shielding of the people Uncle Lin hired!

"Please rest assured, as early as when this manor was built, the boss hired a Mirror-path Chosen One to set up a Fog Secret Ritual."

Uncle Lin comforted: "Except for Yubo’s blurred location, Ether cannot read anything else. Unless the other party can hire a Celestial to take action, it is foolproof."

Actually, the last sentence was also nonsense.

If a Celestial were really interested in this worldly wealth, then Chen Yubo had better immediately take the initiative to kowtow and ask the big shot to accept it. Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to his own life.

Moreover, even if they knew Chen Yubo’s location, the Ether Chosen Ones might not necessarily take action; they might sell the information, or they might just take a look and lose interest.

The opponent hasn't even shown their face yet, so there’s no need to scare yourself.

After Chen Yubo finished testing, this crystal ball was taken by Xiao An to play with.

It was immediately empty and clear.

In this day and age, Ether Chosen Ones also know what’s good for them; who would be bored enough to spy on the Bai Lu hunters of the An family? Even just possessing the bloodline of the An family is enough to interfere with the prying of most Ether techniques.

But then... after the crystal ball reached Ji Jue’s hands, three dazzling red dots clearly appeared!

They didn't even have any cover, no processing, just like a Trojan horse placed on a computer desktop, leaving Ji Jue stunned on the spot.

Three?

Thinking about it, one of them should be Tong Hua; even if she was fully prepared, Wen Wen definitely wouldn't ignore him completely. And the other, if Ji Jue wasn't mistaken, should be his teacher.

He is an apprentice of the workshop, and the signed forms are all in the teacher’s hands. With Professor Ye’s collection and accumulation, checking his status is as simple as playing.

These two made Ji Jue feel settled and relieved, but... who is the last one?!

Ji Jue scratched his head, unable to figure it out.

It couldn't be that Young Master Lou couldn't swallow this loss after suffering, and wanted to know Ji Jue’s movements day and night to find a chance for revenge, right? That shouldn't be; even if the Lou family is big, they shouldn't be that unable to lose.

Then who is it?

Since becoming a Chosen One, he hadn't offended any living people; those he had offended were basically already dead. When did he attract the attention of an Ether Chosen One again?

And as if sensing Ji Jue’s detection, one of the three red dots flickered to signal and then disappeared.

Only the remaining two remained as calm as before, and even increased their intensity.

Okay, it can be confirmed that the remaining two are acquaintances.

Ji Jue wiped the sweat from his head and deeply realized another truth—some things are like cockroaches in a coffee machine, pop-ups on a computer, pork knuckle rice that costs ten yuan a bowl and comes with two cold dishes and an egg... Life is fine as long as you can get by, don't look for trouble when you’re bored.

Just pretend you don't know!

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the sea, doing nothing, sighing and lamenting.

But in the restaurant, it gradually became lively.

"Eh? Hello, you two."

A young man with dyed yellow hair and wearing trendy clothes walked in, sat next to Ji Jue, and hammered his shoulder like an old friend, causing Xiao An to cast a glance. Seeing Ji Jue’s fingers moving, he withdrew his gaze.

Completely unaware that his throat was only a negligible distance away from close contact with an iron sheet, the young man covered in gold chains chewed gum, "Just call me Goldie. I hang out in the South Mountain Road area. Everyone calls me Brother Goldie. What about you, brother? Haven't seen you before."

"Hello, Brother Goldie." Ji Jue smiled and shook his hand: "I’m from the North Mountain District."

"Oh, then your life is miserable, brother."

Goldie was shocked, pulled down his sunglasses, and looked carefully: "That woman from the Anquan Bureau is fierce as hell. Last time I heard from a friend that someone was caught trying to run a line from her side and was beaten until they were paralyzed; they still haven't crawled up. What line of work are you in?"

Ji Jue answered: "Home appliance repair, and I dabble in some parts to make a living."

"Sigh, that’s a bitter life too."

Goldie sighed and lit a cigarette himself: "Life is hard now. The big bosses in the city are fighting to the death, and small fries like us might end up dead on the spot any day. Want to come to South Mountain Road? We’re all Boss Chen’s people, let’s help each other out, make money together, I’ll share a venue with you!"

"No need, there are too few people, can't do it." Ji Jue said helplessly, pointing to Xiao An sitting opposite: "Just two people, how can we watch a venue for others."

"Sigh, don't be polite. How about we find a place to sing after the meeting?"

Brother Goldie was talking excitedly, his eyebrows dancing, and wanted to say something else, when he heard a gray-haired, slightly old man urging not far away: "Ah Mao, why are you talking nonsense? Do you want everyone to sit down and wait for you to finish chatting before we start the meeting?!"

Ah Mao was stunned for a moment, looked back at the group of people sitting around the big table with gloomy expressions and heavy hearts, then looked at Ji Jue, who was looking at the scenery lightly, and was stunned. He seemed to finally understand that he had made a mistake and sat over in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Old Lin, you have to give the brothers a clear word. What is the boss’s condition? The brothers are in a mess, someone has to stand up and do things."

Before the gray-haired man finished speaking, the middle-aged man smoking next to Chen Yubo sneered: "What? The boss isn't dead yet, and Uncle Fu wants to jump out and be the successor? I have no opinion, I strongly support it! Since you are in such a hurry to find death, let’s see if Lei Yaoxing considers you a dish."

"Hey, Mr. Xu, don't talk nonsense!" Fu Yuanqing’s face changed drastically, "I’m also doing this for the brothers, for the society!"

"The boss was harmed and sent to the hospital, and I didn't see you being very anxious." Xu Jun raised his eyebrows: "On the contrary, you’re jumping around, and you’re in close contact with the uncles, right?"

"Today, a brother of mine saw someone having morning tea with Lei Yaoxing’s people at Hengfa. Was that person you?"

"Mr. Xu, don't you dare frame me!"

"I think framing is not necessarily the case." The person next to him glanced at him coldly: "Anyway, Old Fu, your two-facedness is not the first time. Selling brothers and selling them for a good price is also your style."

"Ha, you have the face to say that about me?"

Fu Yuanqing was furious: "Who doesn't know that you, Yang Jun, are standing on two boats? Your goddaughter just rolled off Jin Ya Bao’s bed and crawled under Bao Ya Kun’s crotch. Do you think everyone doesn't know?"

"I cold your mother! Your father here has been loyal to the boss, guarding the hospital from last night until now, where the hell have you been?"

"I actually think Xu Jun’s words make sense."

"I fuck your mother, do you think it makes sense?"

"At this critical moment, the society is like this and you guys are still arguing..."

"The boss isn't dead yet, and you want to choose a new boss?"

"Sigh, everyone calm down."

Amidst the arguments and shouting, Chen Yubo, who was sitting in the main seat, lowered his head, not daring to say a word, becoming more and more huddled, fearing that someone would notice him.

But behind him, a low cough suddenly came.

It was Uncle Lin.

In an instant, everything was silent, leaving only the annoying tide outside the window.

"The boss once said that in this day and age, hanging out in society, besides life and death, there is only helping each other in the same boat. It’s okay for brothers to have some problems and shortcomings occasionally."

"People must be able to live first before they have the qualifications to talk about loyalty and righteousness."

"Now the boss is dying, and some people want to change piers and want to pull out in time. I have no reason to force them to stay."

Behind Chen Yubo, the man with his hands behind his back said slowly: "The accountant is downstairs."

"If anyone wants to leave, settle the business and accounts, and you can leave at any time."

"But think clearly—"

His voice turned cold: "Once you walk out this door, we will have no more connection. Whether you go to be Lei Yaoxing’s filial son and grandson, or leave Yacheng, it will have nothing to do with the boss!"

In this precarious critical moment, Uncle Lin, who spoke up, had no intention of softening or comforting, nor did he have any wavering... But such a tough tone, under the pressure brought by Lei Yaoxing, actually had a feeling of being fierce but weak inside.

It couldn't be said that it had no persuasiveness; on the contrary, it had a kind of beauty that persuaded people to retreat, causing Ji Jue, who was eating melons on the side, to pause slightly.

In the long silence, everyone looked at each other. Several times, someone wanted to say something to persuade, but under Uncle Lin’s indifferent gaze, they couldn't speak.

Expressions changed, faces changed.

It was truly wonderful.

At this time, those who were angry and gloomy might not necessarily have ghosts, but those with calm faces might not necessarily be loyal. More people’s stances were revealed in hesitation and wavering.

"Sorry, Old Lin."

The first to stand up and break the silence was a middle-aged man with a stubble, who was the Chosen One sitting on the edge. After hesitating for a while, he finally said: "If the boss were still here, I would go through fire and water, and die without regret, but..."

"No need to say more, I understand."

Uncle Lin waved his hand, his expression turning gentle, and patted his shoulder: "At this critical moment, you can take the initiative to leave without stabbing anyone in the back, which is already fulfilling your duty."

"Now that the boss is gone, I, as an assistant, have no qualifications to ask everyone to sell their lives."

"After working hard for so many years, let’s part on good terms, and see you if fate allows."

The man was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded. He didn't even dare to look back, lowered his head, and hurried away.

With the first one leading, then came the second, the third...

Soon, six of the Chosen Ones present had left, leaving only three sitting in place, unmoved. Among the others who managed business in various aspects, some also stood up hesitantly, went downstairs to settle the business, and left.

In less than ten minutes, the noisy atmosphere in the entire restaurant became desolate.

Those who remained were less than one-third of the original number.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. In this day and age, isn't everyone hanging out just to make money? Talking about loyalty to Bai Lu is a joke to begin with. What’s more, being able to stand up and take the initiative to cut ties without stabbing in the back is already a good brother.

And among those who stayed, their stances might not be firm; they might just be waiting for a price.

A meal wasn't finished, and there was only parting, no food.

And after waiting for a long time, no one stood up again. Uncle Lin spoke again: "No one wants to leave? Ah Yi, Seventeen, Goldie?"

"Old Uncle Lin, what are you saying!"

Goldie didn't know how long he had been holding it in, but his face was flushed: "Hanging out means talking about loyalty. A real man’s word is his bond. The boss’s brother is my bro... cough cough, my family. I’m not afraid of that Lei Yaoxing’s egg!"

The words could be said to be sonorous and powerful.

Unfortunately, it would be better if his voice wasn't shaking.

"Is everyone thinking the same?" Old Lin looked around.

The man called Seventeen was smoking and said indifferently: "The boss pays money and I sell my life. If the boss hadn't helped me settle the usury, I would have gone to sell my kidney long ago."

"Uh... I, I’m the same..." The young man named Ah Yi stood up nervously to answer, and then after saying half, he didn't know what to say and sat down awkwardly.

Others also echoed, but unlike the thugs, those who used their brains spoke much more beautifully, simply falling from the sky, making people feel at ease.

At this time, Ji Jue sighed, why wasn't he a Heart-Pivot?

Is it because his desire is not strong enough, not enough? So many supreme goods have come to visit, but Heart-Pivot doesn't even look at him?

Unfortunately, he didn't have any talent for Ether, and hadn't learned to read micro-expressions or anything. After watching the whole excitement, he could only sigh that it seemed like that, but who was true and who was false, who was virtual and who was real, he really couldn't see at all.

But Old Lin turned his head and looked at him.

His attitude was respectful: "Mr. Ji, could you please take a look?"

???

Ji Jue’s melon-eating action paused for a moment, "I only said I would protect Chen Yubo, I didn't say I would help you do things."

"Please bother yourself."

Old Lin pleaded, "We can't leave hidden dangers."

If a turncoat is left behind, no one will be able to sleep; one cannot simply leave a parasite under one's own eyelids.

Ji Jue sighed.

"Fine."

As soon as the words fell, in the silence, the ringtones of two phones suddenly rang.

Interspersed, each different.

Amidst everyone’s astonishment, Ji Jue raised his hand and pointed at the two people whose phones rang.

"This one, and this one."

As soon as the words fell, blood sprayed.

Burning black smoke and sparks emerged from Uncle Lin’s hand, flashing and disappearing. Then, the head of the man called Seventeen fell off his shoulders.

Sticky blood dripped from the crack, causing a scream and exclamation.

And that bewildered face didn't understand what happened until death.

"This this this this..."

Chen Yubo trembled, wiping the blood on his face in a panic, "What is going on?"

"Yeah, what is going on?"

Ji Jue supported his chin, his eyes lowered: "Some people say they are loyal, but secretly they have already contacted others to work together to swallow Chen Xingzhou’s inheritance tonight. Even, after getting the money, your head, Young Master Chen, can be used as a nomination paper to ask for credit from the new boss."

He paused and looked at the other person: "Right?"

"Fuck your mother!"

Xu Jun, who was being watched by him, was furious and slammed the cup in his hand to the ground: "Where did this little bastard come from? Just saying people are traitors with empty words, I think you look like a traitor! Old Lin, I’ve been working for the boss for so long, are you just going to watch this little bastard from nowhere frame me?"

Old Lin didn't speak, just looked at him indifferently.

Ji Jue didn't speak either, just in his hand, the phone screen flickered, reflecting one panicked and suspicious face after another in the rotation.

A helpless sigh.

He didn't want to do it so blatantly and straightforwardly.

He originally thought about mentioning it to Old Lin after the meeting and letting him deal with it himself.

He didn't want to get involved in the infighting of the Wild Market, let alone play Werewolf with the guys Chen Xingzhou left behind.

He wasn't a Heart-Pivot, couldn't read minds like the legendary Empress, and wasn't an Ether, couldn't judge whether a person’s words were true or false...

But he had a Deus Ex Machina!

Although Deus Ex Machina isn't omnipotent, except for the part it can't do, it’s still quite capable!

Doing traitor work in this day and age is too careless. No carrier pigeons, no secret codes, just sending text messages. What can he do? He couldn't even pretend not to know.

This ghost place is too far from the city and sparsely populated. There aren't even many fishing enthusiasts wearing helmets, so... even Boundless Communication doesn't want to spend effort on basic investment. On the whole mountain, within a radius of more than ten miles, there is only one signal tower, and it is built right next to the villa!

Ji Jue didn't even have to go out. He just took a look by the window of the stairwell and connected.

Then he found that this thing is really too convenient.

In today’s modern society where everyone is inseparable from their phones and feels uncomfortable if the signal drops by one bar, it’s like opening the whole map instantly!

Any phone will automatically connect the moment it gets close, and Ji Jue doesn't even have to spend effort to flip through them one by one!

Unless it’s satellite communication or encrypted calls from Boundless Communication VVVIP, all circulating data cannot escape his eyes.

Calls, text messages, chat software, virtual numbers, short video browsing history...

As long as he says a word, Brother Tower will immediately send all relevant news to his eyes.

He touched the signal tower the day he arrived, went to the basement to touch the network server, left a preset command, and checked it again this morning.

With Brother Tower and Brother Server, let alone the secret communication between traitors, even who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and quietly used the villa’s WIFI to download cat movies, or searched for which cheap cat food is the most cost-effective, he knows.

Right, Chen Yubo?

Unfortunately, Chen Yubo can't laugh now either.

Rather, he can’t hold back his tears.

The moment he sensed Old Lin’s indifferent gaze, Xu Jun had a gun in his hand and, without hesitation, pointed it at Chen Yubo’s forehead.

There was no warmth or intimacy from when they first met and sat down.

The map is finished and the dagger is revealed, leaving only cruelty.