Chapter 532: The Website Gong Qi Discovered, Knowing the Blade and Using It Well

The two Zone Chiefs received the note paper, utterly unaware it was a death warrant, and successively wore expressions of tearful gratitude, offering profuse thanks that even made Lou Duan feel a bit soft-hearted.

After the two left.

Only then did Lou Duan sigh, striding back to the study; he familiarly took a U Disk from the drawer, inserted it into the computer, and entered a triple-verification password.

"Esteemed Bronze Member, welcome back."

The gilt pop-up that sprang onto the screen made the corner of Lou Duan's mouth curl up slightly.

There hadn't been this kind of treatment before; back then Lou Duan was merely an ordinary member.

However, after he generously donated several sums of "construction funds" to this website, his membership level rose.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue upgrading the website's badge, but going further up, donating money alone wasn't enough; other conditions also had to be met.

(30 tasks published, 5 tasks accepted.)

He stared at the data panel in his personal center: 3/30, 0/5.

At this moment a chat window automatically popped up, the familiar 【Clown】 avatar jumping happily.

Lou Duan had long grown accustomed to this customer service who was online 24 hours a day.

Whether day or midnight, 【Clown】 was always online and always replied in seconds, as if living in the Internet 24 hours a day.

But Lou Duan didn't think deeply about these details; for him, as long as the website could help him kill people it was enough, the rest fundamentally didn't matter.

Familiar process, familiar payment.

Lou Duan nimbly finished uploading the two Zone Chiefs' information; after the review was completed, he also provided the key address to 【Clown】.

Then he struck the keyboard, extremely smoothly:

【Request 24-hour expedited processing, I can pay extra!】

【Clown】 replied with a laughing face. jpg.

Gong Qi held up his photo-taking phone; because the sneaking-photo angle was limited, he could only capture the scene of Lou Duan entering the study and sitting at the computer to operate, yet could not know what exactly he was tinkering with on the computer.

However, this didn't stump Gong Qi.

Since he already knew the other party's physical address, infiltrating the other party's computer was simply too easy for him.

Slender fingers tapped out a blur of afterimages on the tablet; one minute later, Lou Duan's computer screen was projected in real-time onto his tablet computer.

The dark-red-toned strange website made Gong Qi's eyes brighten:

"A killing website? Interesting."

Gong Qi did not log into the "Libra" URL; he merely silently peered at Lou Duan's computer screen like a ghost, while at the same time unobtrusively committing the "Libra" net's URL to memory.

"Go back and try logging into this website to see; moreover, Little Junior Brother might also be interested." Gong Qi silently calculated in his heart.

"Those two Zone Chiefs came out of the elevator and are now walking toward the parking lot; do we move now?"

Song Ping'an's urging voice came from the side, cutting off Gong Qi's train of thought.

If it were someone else, right now they'd probably rush downstairs to kill immediately, just to complete the task Feng Mu assigned at the fastest speed.

But Gong Qi, when doing tasks, didn't blindly pursue speed; he was a perfectionist.

Like playing a game, he never pursued a speedrun, but pursued a 100% full-plot, full-collection, full-hidden perfect ending.

Right now, he gazed at the chat log between 【Clown】 and Lou Duan on the tablet, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind, and a more wonderful and interesting idea spontaneously emerged.

Unlike ordinary tool people, this belonged to Gong Qi's strong subjective agency.

This kind of strong subjective agency sometimes created better effects, brought unexpected surprises, but sometimes there might only be accidents.

It greatly tested Gong Qi's ability, and also greatly tested Feng Mu's control.

"No rush, there's still time before dawn; let's quietly follow them first."

Gong Qi's mouth curled into a venomous-snake-like sinister arc, and he said excitedly,

"Since Lou Station Chief carefully selected a burial cemetery plot for the two of them, why don't we help them enjoy it?"

Song Ping'an frowned; he didn't like adding branches outside the plan, which would undoubtedly increase risk.

However, the person leading the team to execute the task this time was Gong Qi, so his word was final.

Gong Qi swept a glance over the several people; from their faces he could read what they were thinking.

"Even if they doubt, because Little Junior Brother had me lead the team, in their hearts, even if unwilling, they'll still completely obey and execute my orders, tsk tsk... these guys revere Little Junior Brother practically like a god~"

Gong Qi felt a bit envious of Little Junior Brother's ability in this regard; he also wanted to learn it.

Inside the car.

The phone vibrated slightly twice.

Feng Mu received two text messages.

One was from Song Ping'an, reporting in detail the changes during task execution — not informing, but a meticulous report striving to let the Minister know every single detail.

The other was from Gong Qi; the content was much simpler, mainly just an address, concise like a takeout order.

Feng Mu put down the phone, his face revealing no joy or anger.

Two subordinates with vastly different personalities — in his eyes there was actually no high or low, only how he himself used or controlled them.

Feng Mu's past life plus this life, two lifetimes of accumulated management and personnel-control experience actually wasn't much, but thanks to the 【Culinary Art (33/1000)】 that unknowingly upgraded to High Level, whether directing downward or managing upward, he did quite well.

Feng Mu clearly never cooked a single meal, yet honed Culinary Art to High Level — truly no one else.

Probably controlling people like wielding a knife is the same principle.

Like a chef's knives: cleaver, paring knife, meat-chopping knife, boning knife, fruit knife... each has its proper use.

You can't use a bone cleaver to carve radish flowers, nor use a fruit knife to chop spare ribs.

The key lies in knowing the blade and using it well!

"The current problem is, the bone-chopping cleavers in my hand that can smash hard bones are a bit too few!"

Feng Mu thought over the knives in his hand: Song Ping'an, Jiang Li, Guan Zhong, Liu Yi and the rest of the Internal Investigation Department subordinates — all loyal off the charts, but insufficient in combat, barely usable as fruit knives.

"Hopefully once I fully control the Second Prison and activate the Base Vehicle, this thorny problem can be solved.

"At worst, send me a few 'Famous Knives'!"

Feng Mu's train of thought was slightly somewhat scattered, then his mouth corner curled upward, revealing a faint smile, and he turned his head to give Liu Yi an address.

"Let's go, take a look over there!"

"Yes!"

Liu Yi did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did he ask further, directly starting the vehicle and racing toward the destination.

Forty minutes later, a newly built housing complex at the edge of the Nine Districts, with a very low occupancy rate.

Row upon row of brand-new slab buildings stood on the ground like freshly carved coffins, waiting for their owners.

Two Zone Chiefs got out of the taxi.

These two weren't overly stupid either; they knew that to hide they had to conceal their tracks well, so halfway they decisively abandoned their own car and switched to a taxi.

After getting out of the taxi, they carefully entered the complex, eyes scanning left and right; the surroundings were empty of people, silent to the point of being eerie.

"Hidden enough."

The one on the left rubbed his hands, his exhaled white breath condensing in the cold night,

"Besides Station Chief Lou, in a short time, even ghosts couldn't find this place."

"Right, Station Chief Lou is truly a good leader; you say, Zhou Hu fled in fear of punishment, the Patrol Bureau has been unable to catch him — could it be that Station Chief Lou hid him too?"

The two looked at each other, feeling they might have uncovered a hidden warm truth, hehe laughing foolishly as they walked into the building.

They took the elevator and arrived at the corresponding floor.

When the one on the right entered the electronic lock password, the cold light of the metal keys reflected his complacent smile.

With a soft "click," the heavy "coffin door" slowly swung open...

(End of Chapter)