Chapter 127: Except for being useless, everything else is fine (Thanks to Madman Yan Fei for the alliance leader)

Among the Twelve Supreme Goods, in terms of combat power, everyone acknowledges that Ether is undoubtedly a sewer profession, even weaker than Ember. Generally speaking, this type of person should be disliked by people and kicked out of a hero's party because they can't keep up with everyone's rhythm, running off to some remote area to live their slow life.

People 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; have few people who can fight died? Dozens or hundreds died in Yacheng last night alone.

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

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

Never underestimate the Ether information network.

Just look at the Beishan District.

If something happens, Wen Wen can slack off, Old Zhang can soak in tea for health, and Xiao An can go out and play with Ji Jue. But if Tong Hua were to slack off and fish, half of the entire branch would be finished.

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

Ether has no combat power.

Ether also doesn't need such a thing as combat power.

As long as a Heaven-Chosen is alive, they can't escape the need for Ether—what happened? Am I in trouble? Is 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. Whatever passes by must leave a trace, and the Eye of Ether is the reader of all this.

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

Look at the Tong family. For so many years, they have sat steadily in Yacheng, becoming more prosperous day by day. In every storm, they have chosen the winner and made the right important decisions, earning half of Yacheng as their own. They don't even have many enemies... Even if they did, they were cleared out long ago and couldn't become a threat.

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

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 just 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 price is hard to estimate...

Such huge assets are enough for all the Ether Heaven-Chosen in the entire Haizhou who hear about this to take out their water basins, tarot cards, dice, pendulums, astrolabes, and other gear to see if this Tang Monk meat is at their doorstep.

Up to now, only eleven people finding him is already thanks to the effective interference of the disruptors hired by Uncle Lin!

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

Uncle Lin comforted: "Except for Yubo's blurred location, Ether can't read anything else. Unless the other party can hire a Heavenly Human to act, it is foolproof."

Actually, the last sentence was also nonsense.

If a Heavenly Human were really interested in this worldly wealth, 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 a disrespect to his own life.

Moreover, even if they knew Chen Yubo's location, the Ether Heaven-Chosen might not necessarily act. They might sell the information, or they might just take a look and lose interest.

The opponent hasn't even shown their face yet, 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.

These days, Ether Heaven-Chosen also know what's good for them. Who would be bored enough to peek at the Bai Lu hunters of the An family? Even just possessing the An family bloodline is enough to interfere with the peeking of most Ether techniques.

But immediately after... when the crystal ball reached Ji Jue's hands, three dazzling red dots clearly appeared!

They didn't even try to hide, without any processing, just like a Trojan horse placed on a computer desktop, leaving Ji Jue stunned on the spot.

Three?

Thinking about it a little, one of them should be Tong Hua. Even if she was fully prepared, Wen Wen definitely wouldn't completely ignore him. And the other one, if Ji Jue guessed correctly, 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 condition 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 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 Heaven-Chosen, he hadn't offended any living people; those he offended were basically already dead. When did he attract the attention of an Ether Heaven-Chosen again?

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

Leaving the remaining two as calm as before, even increasing their intensity.

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

Ji Jue wiped the sweat from his forehead, deeply realizing another truth—some things are like cockroaches in a coffee machine, pop-ups on a computer, pork rice for ten yuan a bowl that comes with two side dishes and a fried egg... life is fine as long as you can get by, don't be bored and look for trouble.

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 to 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 move, he withdrew his gaze.

Completely unaware that his throat was only a negligible distance away from intimate 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, how about you, brother? Haven't seen you before."

"Hello Brother Goldie." Ji Jue smiled and shook his hand: "I'm from the Beishan District area."

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

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 running lines from her side and was beaten until they were half-paralyzed, and they still haven't crawled up yet. What line of work are you in?"

Ji Jue answered: "Home appliance repair, and by the way, I trade some parts to make a living."

"Sigh, that's a bitter life too."

Goldie sighed, lit a cigarette himself: "Life is hard now, the big shots 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, make money together, I'll share a spot 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 spot for others."

"Hey, 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 grizzled, slightly old man not far away urging: "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 watching the scenery lightly, and was stunned again, as if he finally understood he had made a mistake, and sat over there in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"Old Lin, you have to give the brothers a straight answer. How is the boss's condition? The brothers are in a mess, someone has to stand up and do things."

Before the grizzled man finished speaking, a 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're in such a hurry to come out and die, 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 doing this for the brothers, for the society!"

"The boss was harmed and is in the hospital, and I haven't seen you worried at all." Xu Jun raised his eyebrows: "On the contrary, you're jumping up and down, and you're in close contact with the uncles."

"This morning, one of my brothers saw someone having morning tea with Lei Yaoxing's people at Hengfa. Was that person you?"

"Mr. Xu, don't you dare spit blood!"

"I think spitting blood might not be the case." The person next to him glanced at him coldly: "Anyway, Old Fu, this isn't the first time you've been two-faced. Selling out brothers to sell out for a good price is your style."

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

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

"I'll 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'll fuck your mother, does it make sense?"

"At this juncture, the society is like this and you're still arguing..."

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

"Hey, 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 cowering, afraid 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 these days, when you come out to mix 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."

"People must be able to live first before they are qualified to talk about loyalty."

"Now the boss is dying, and some people want to change piers, want to jump ship 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 consider it clearly—"

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

At this critical time of wind and rain, Uncle Lin, who spoke, had no intention of softening or comforting, nor did he have any hesitation... But such a tough tone, under the pressure brought by Lei Yaoxing, actually felt a bit like being tough on the outside but weak on the inside, making Ji Jue, who was eating melons on the side, pause slightly.

It's not that it wasn't persuasive, but it actually had a kind of beauty that persuaded people to quit, making Ji Jue, who was eating melons on the side, pause slightly.

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

Expressions shifted, 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 positions were revealed in hesitation and swaying.

"Sorry, Old Lin."

The first to stand up and break the silence was a bearded middle-aged man, who was exactly the Heaven-Chosen 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 juncture, you can take the initiative to leave without stabbing in the back, that's already doing your utmost."

"Now that the boss is gone, I, an assistant, have no qualification to call on 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, finally nodded, and couldn't even look back, lowering his head and hurrying away.

With the first leader, then came the second, the third...

Soon, six Heaven-Chosen left the scene, leaving only three sitting in their seats, unmoved. And among the others managing business in various aspects, some also hesitated to stand up, go downstairs to settle business, and leave.

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

The number of people left was less than one-third of the original.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Isn't everyone out here to make money? Talking about loyalty to Bai Lu is a joke, and besides, being able to stand up and make a cut without stabbing in the back is already being a good brother.

And among those who stayed, their positions might not be firm, maybe they were just waiting for a price.

The meal wasn't finished, there was only parting, no meal.

And after waiting for a long time, no one stood up again. Uncle Lin spoke again: "No one else 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, his face flushed: "Coming out to mix 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 egg Lei Yaoxing!"

The words were sonorous and powerful.

It's a pity that it would be even better if his voice didn't tremble.

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

The man called Seventeen smoked a cigarette and said indifferently: "The boss pays, 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... me, me too..." The young man named Ah Yi stood up nervously to answer, then after saying half, 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 am I not a Heart-Pivot?

Is it because my desires are not strong enough, not enough, so many Supreme Goods have come to visit, but Heart-Pivot brother doesn't even look at me?

It's a pity that he didn't have any talent for Ether, didn't learn to read micro-expressions or anything. At this moment, after watching the whole excitement, he could only sigh that it seemed like that, 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, bother you to 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 do things for you."

"Bother you to worry."

Old Lin pleaded, "Can't leave hidden dangers."

In case a traitor is left behind, everyone can't sleep, can't leave the worms under their eyelids.

Ji Jue sighed.

"Fine."

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

Staggered, each different.

In everyone's stunned look around, Ji Jue raised his hand and pointed to the two people who received the calls.

"This one, and this one."

As soon as the words fell, blood sprayed.

Burning black smoke and sparks appeared from Uncle Lin's hands, flashing and disappearing. Then, the head of the man named Seventeen detached from his shoulders.

Thick 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?"

"Yes, what is going on?"

Ji Jue supported his chin, his eyes lowered: "Someone said they were loyal, but secretly contacted others to swallow Chen Xingzhou's inheritance tonight. Even, after getting the money, Young Master Chen's head can be used as a certificate to invite credit and reward 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, slamming the cup in his hand to the ground: "Where did this little bastard come from, talking nonsense that people are traitors, 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 who knows where slander 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 and turned, reflecting panicked and suspicious faces in the rotation.

A sigh of helplessness.

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

He originally thought about mentioning it to Old Lin after the meeting and letting him handle 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 thoughts like the legendary Empress, nor was he an Ether, couldn't judge the truth of a person's words...

But he had a Mechanical Descent!

Although Mechanical Descent isn't omnipotent, except for the part that can't, it's still quite capable!

Doing traitor work these days 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, not even a few fishermen wearing helmets, so... even the Boundless Communication doesn't want to spend effort on basic investment. The whole mountain, within a radius of more than ten miles, has only one signal tower, and it's built right next to the villa!

Ji Jue didn't even have to go out, just looked at the window by the stairwell and connected.

Then he realized, this thing is really too convenient.

In today's modern society where everyone is inseparable from their phones and will feel uncomfortable if the signal drops a bar, it's like opening the whole map instantly.

Any phone that approaches will automatically connect, Ji Jue doesn't even have to spend effort to flip through them one by one!

Unless it's satellite communication or encrypted calls with Boundless Communication VVVIP, any circulating data can't escape his eyes.

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

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

He touched the signal tower the day he arrived, went to the basement to touch the network server, left a default command, and then checked another wave this morning.

With Tower Brother and Server Brother, let alone the secret dealings between traitors, even who secretly uses the villa's WIFI to download cat movies at night, or searches for which cheap cat food is the most cost-effective, I know.

Right, Chen Yubo?

It's a pity that Chen Yubo can't laugh now either.

Rather, he can't hold back his tears.

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

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

The map is revealed and the dagger is shown, only cruelty remains. ===== CHAPTER 128 =====