Chapter 394

Emergency versus emergency often differs.

The fact and the emperor's judgment are clearly going south while aiming north; obtaining information is not dangerous, even somewhat easy, after all there is a certain person whose combat power rivals an ultimate being, and whose information manipulation is outstanding, a noble king doing the information gathering for him.

Moreover, the target is still the company held by a collaborator of Bar Beast X.

Moon Slack Logistics' subsidiaries undoubtedly imitate the headquarters in many places, regardless of suitability.

Elite training and strict control certainly yield results, but aside from performance, they lose much in other aspects.

For example, the company's database structure is too similar, which itself is a flaw.

This will make our own intrusion far easier than expected.

The designer of the branch's network system might notice this, but rather it's likely the deliberate result, either for convenience or due to demands.

Probably the latter.

Bar Beast X, though a Digimon, has also observed the outside world for too long, including that unqualified collaborator.

This demand may not come from the Moon Slack Symbol, or rather it certainly does not, but his cultivated team, his subordinates, will consciously gravitate toward him.

Imitating the stronger to gain superiors' favor is a common expression in human ideology, a psychology called admiration of strength, which is especially evident among residents of the region designated as Jidong.

The only problem is that Bar Beast X does not think the Moon Slack Symbol is that strong.

But it cannot be denied that capable people always influence their surroundings, whether consciously or not.

A certain person grew up in an overly oppressive environment, absorbing from childhood a tyrannical chairman's style—striking subordinates, controlling them—thus also visibly affecting them.

Out of fear and eagerness to please, they will emulate the headquarters, cozy up to it, making the branch company in Nanami City have the same atmosphere and rules as the Jiemen District headquarters, thereby displeasing Aomo.

This also makes Bar Beast X feel at ease.

Because intrusion and searching are effortless.

It is a structure familiar to him, one he already understood while helping reinforce the network for the Moon Slack Symbol.

Originally Aomo delegated this task, thereby also outsourcing the danger and difficulty, which should be faced by the helper.

But for Bar Beast X, this is just a matter of flicking 'magic' to solve.

The remaining emergency… is now in the underground arena of the Yiluotesensen Old Site.

In the small private ring behind the public stage where countless people cheer, the match without spectators has already begun.

It is also in the rain.

Aomo already felt an overwhelming disadvantage.

After all, although he has experience in pursuit battles, even experience of taking unconventional routes with the aid of source-energy magic enhancements (referring to methods like wall‑kicking, grappling, gravity reversal), but if we talk about long-distance running…

Moreover, it's a 3000‑meter long-distance run.

Ordinary people would probably only attempt something like this when they're running late, but the ever‑disciplined and cautious Aomo doesn't even have the chance to assassinate a corner‑loitering classmate while clutching a baguette.

What's more, the Saichang simulation right now is even set in the rainy season.

Fine raindrops strike the scales and wings, faintly forming an arc‑shaped water curtain, and such a water curtain appears even clearer before the other three horse girls.

It cannot be said to be unreal.

It fits everyone's imagination of a super‑powered sports series.

Especially a certain demon whose four wings are folded back, twisted into the semblance of four exhaust ports, with water vapor that can't keep up with him actually lingering around him.

The appearance of a guy whose back is constantly spewing flames, standing in the rain, is like this.

He could have simply taken off; a distance of three thousand meters would be nothing to him.

But the consequences of doing so would be unpredictable.

The worst possibility Aomo can imagine is that, as soon as he takes off, he gets kicked down by three powerful, heavy‑impact knights.

It feels very much like a TV‑boss from a knight's stable.

So the demon still honestly bears the weight of gravity, feeling the mire brought by the heavy horse field.

With its ferocious claws.

Each step feels as if the mud‑splattered grass is siphoning off part of the force, this feeling…

So running on the heavy horse field is like this?

Although he is indeed wearing shoes, in his demonic state the scales themselves take over the function of skin, allowing Aomo to clearly feel the distinct sensation at the soles of his claws, almost enabling him to envision in his mind how water‑logged grass would change beneath his feet.

Thus he feels his understanding of the heavy‑horse‑field running technique from what he's read has deepened by another layer.

But seriously, would a trainer really have a 'just now I had a brainwave' segment by racing against the horse girls himself?!

A certain person who suddenly came to his senses has already fallen to last place, with two ahead and one lagging behind; on this track with no escaping horses, Aomo has no particular obsession with winning.

After all, why exactly would a trainer compete alongside the horse girls?

Among the humanoid races in this world, diversity is already considerable, and there are plenty of swift kinds; it's not strange that some occasionally surpass the horse girls in speed.

Looking ahead at the black‑haired 'Lone Wolf', it's not hard to guess that he possesses the pride of a Triple Crown winner, as well as the pride of being a horse girl.

The humiliation of being overtaken by a trainer is roughly like this, and he ought to just honestly lose… well, actually he shouldn't.

If he doesn't give his all, the outcome will likely be genuine anger coupled with either giving up or getting even more entangled.

The forthcoming good karma shouldn't be ruined in such a crude manner, especially now that he's found someone—how could he not prioritize letting the automatic proxy script return to its place?

The Airei King card is electroplated again, and the Hyper Airei King's posture is building up, ready to unleash.

The tangible lightning also coils around its own side, locking onto the front bend that completely follows the Canaan track.

The makeup of the Canaan track has always been considered simple: a straight, a large bend formed by two curves, and another straight.

Therefore, mistakes made in the early stage also have a considerable impact.

The straight tests undeniable strength; the one with the greatest leg power and most stability is the strongest.

And the bends?

That is 'technique'.

Moreover, it is a 'technique' that is hard to perceive easily just by looking.

The timing of cutting in, the choice of step, and the assessment of one's own position, thereby observing the movements of other horse girls, also demand an evaluation of the grass condition.

Compared to pure straight-line running, its demands are only greater, and it also more easily reveals the differences between athletes.

Even the gait is the same.

The horse girls of high-speed Benz are no inferior to a car; both the car and the horse girls entering a curve must be treated equally by inertia.

To avoid deviating from the track or even colliding with it, slowing down is only natural.

And slowing down has always been for the sake of a stronger acceleration afterward!

But Aomo is the exact opposite.

He truly transformed into a sapphire-blue bolt of lightning, charging into the bend—not only without slowing down, but clearly accelerating; and just as he seemed about to crash into the fence, several intersecting triangular magic formations had already arrived ahead, waiting.

With intuitively expanding flames, it rams into him!

The four thick wings unfurling in a spiral formed a barrier, solidly absorbing this impact; the claws that had torn through the mud were also corrected in direction, stepping onto the straightaway.

Such a foul scene caused Chengtian Bai Ren, who had been watching the rear from the corner of his eye, to narrow his gaze.

There was no surprise in Lingyamaxun's eyes, nor the staring of Tuonibianka; she merely lowered her gaze, and the mud beneath her feet had at some point turned pitch black.

The shadow monster, too, lay in wait, gathering strength.

The final straight will decide the true victor!

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"Strange, Boss Aomo really has no trace, can't be reached; surely he didn't really go off to have fun as Motisima said?"

Inside the Clock Tower in Jiānán City, an Energy Angel unexpectedly watched the display of a failed call, then looked toward the not‑far‑away Shihuaiya, who was basking in sunlight.

"Captain, do you know anything?"

"Who knows." Xiaonaofu lying on the bench merely pushed up his sunglasses, spitting out words very unfriendly to his ghost‑clan coworkers at the company.

"If it were just another teammate I'd still be a bit uneasy, but if Lindun really had an accident I ought to be able to see that big, obvious guy—plus it'd have to be in a metal style."

She took it in stride, after all she had finally finished her paperwork; even after looking over the information Aomo had previously sent her, she had a clear idea.

She was able to enjoy the long‑awaited peace.

But just then, Miss Ling entered briskly through the door:

"Captain Shi, the people from Yuechi Logistics are looking for you, as if saying something got lost."

Then that tiger tail stood on end, fur bristling.

These impatient bastards!

Can't they come later!

The journey has begun; today I'll go by car and plane, hoping the mainframe delivery goes smoothly.