Chapter 668: My Hands Are Numb

What are you kidding......

Pei Ci gritted his teeth, realizing indeed he shouldn't talk about cooperation or contracts with these unreasonable lunatics.

"I recall that Entropy Rise has a dedicated logistics unit? One that handles weapon production and intelligence gathering?"

"Do we have one?" Hua Jian Lei smiled innocently and asked Yang Yixie.

"If the people of our organization gather together, does that count as a group? When I was in elementary school, a small group had seven or eight people."

Yang Yixie seemed to be genuinely pondering that possibility.

"Boom—!"

Pei Ci slapped the table hard and barked, "Enough!"

He was truly fed up with the Entropy Rise duo's double act; the two were brazenly playing dumb right before him.

Pei Ci's eyes flared as he stared at Hua Jian Lei; had the higher‑ups not asked them to avoid a direct showdown with Entropy Rise, they certainly wouldn't be discussing this in a conference room but in a detention cell.

"I'm talking about the 'Strategy Group'! You can't be thinking that Entropy Rise doesn't even have such a group, can you?!"

There really isn't such a "group"......

Hua Jian Lei and Yang Yixie instinctively exchanged a glance; they seemed intimidated by Pei Ci, but in fact the two rapidly swapped several looks.

What image does Entropy Rise present to others?

Why do you keep mentioning me in the game for no reason?

For Yang Yixie, this truly felt like a massive black pot falling from the sky; he's just a player whose account was forced to be deleted and who stopped gaming long ago, yet it seems this name has been forced to bear a lot of baggage.

"Um......"

Yang Yixie raised his hand, but the handcuffs forced him to lift both hands together; otherwise, with his obedient‑student attire, everyone would have imagined a student raising a single hand to answer.

"Is it possible that the 'Strategy Group' is actually my codename within Entropy Rise?"

Yeah, yeah, their Entropy Rise is just a bunch of longtime net friends who realized everyone was playing the same game, so they banded together for warmth.

The so‑called codename is merely each person's online handle.

"By the way, the name I use for streaming is 'Misaligned Strategy Group'; that counts as an abbreviation."

These items are all easily searchable by the authorities, but his dealings with Entropy Rise are relatively hidden; the officials can at most uncover some innocuous details, yet they can verify that they had known each other long before this game existed.

It's hard to imagine that the massive Dome, which had been the nightmare of countless players for a long time, was turned upside down by such a ragtag, haphazard team of a few scattered individuals.

Even considering that during that earlier period the Dome faced warfare and simultaneous internal and external troubles.

But how could he possibly believe such an absurd fact?

Could it be that the Rune weapons Entropy Rise previously supplied to the authorities were all crafted by Yang Yixie alone?

Even though various evidence shows that Ying Duo is indeed adept at forging and using Rune weapons, could such a volume of arms have been produced by a single person in such a short span?

Spare him; this world has already gone insane beyond his imagination.

He still wanted to cause trouble, but a voice came through his earpiece.

Many officials were still monitoring this side, especially the outcome of their communications with Entropy Rise; Pei Ci felt that assigning him to handle negotiations was a huge mistake.

He was never good at this sort of thing, yet the higher‑ups imposed numerous demands: they couldn't break ties with Entropy Rise, but still tried to scrape benefits from them.

"They're telling the truth."

From the other side of the earpiece, the voice came clearly into his ear.

It seems those people's calculations have been completely busted; they probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

"Ask them about Fang Zhiyan."

The voice on the other end changed to that of a steadier elder.

Pei Ci nodded calmly, fixing his gaze on Yang Yixie.

No matter how many times you see it, it's hard to imagine that this kid is actually Yang Yichen's younger brother.

After all, Yang Yichen is Yang Yixie's relative, so he naturally couldn't be present at this interrogation; he's currently with the elder and other senior officials, watching this side via surveillance.

The internal situation of Entropy Rise was temporarily set aside; after that person spoke, Pei Ci's tone seemed to improve a few notches.

"You previously claimed Fang Zhiyan is the mastermind behind all this? What concrete evidence proves he did it?"

Hua Jian Lei looked at Yang Yixie; he had no idea there was more to it.

"Evidence......" he deliberately dragged the ending.

"By the way, can this be taken off?" He lifted his shackled hands and waved, "Wearing it for a long time is uncomfortable, and anyway you're done with the discussion, right?"

Pei Ci sent a message on his phone, and soon the door was pushed open from outside; a person also dressed in the Special Division uniform pushed a dark‑gray metal cart inside.

On the cart were several boxes of varying sizes; the largest was about half a person tall. Pei Ci stood up, opened the lid of the topmost cardboard box, and found it packed with all kinds of small robots, suggesting that many design prototypes had been tried.

"These were recovered when the authorities cleared Aberrant Species wreckage; they should all be the robots you deployed, roughly forty to fifty units, with some severely damaged and completely scrapped."

He looked at Yang Yixie, "This situation is special; these robots did indeed help deal with many Aberrant Species, but we hope you won't scatter such devices around in the future."

They were all disposable props he prepared, intended to be discarded after use, yet the authorities retrieved them.

When you have free time later, study them again and see what you can repurpose.

During the previous shipment into the Dome, he repeatedly disassembled and reassembled many devices; Yang Yixie is so well‑supplied that he never runs out of such materials.

"Right, so this can be taken off too, correct?"

Pei Ci nodded, reached for the key at his waist to unlock Yang Yixie's restraints, when he saw Yang Yixie lift his hands.

In the blink of an eye, the handcuffs vanished from his wrists, leaving only a red mark.

The next second, the handcuffs reappeared on the table beside him, clearly showing that the officials' restrictive device had failed to affect Yang Yixie's Aberrant Arts.

He flexed his wrist, the joints clicking softly, and couldn't help complaining to Hua Jian Lei.

"You took far too long; after waiting this long, my hands are numb."