Chapter 39

Immersed in his book, Du Qian absorbed the spirit horns, fully dedicating himself to the task. Each time, he would carefully test and record, oblivious to the world outside.

But the world is always like this; you may not care about the outside world, but the outside world cares about you.

In a quiet villa, a window on the third floor was open. The fragrance of autumn flowers wafted in with the breeze, filling the entire room with a sweet scent.

A spacious sofa, covered with an ancient, hand-woven fabric, perfectly blended the ancient charm with modern elegance.

Sitting on the sofa was a young man in a white robe, with a delicate and somewhat frail appearance. He held a crystal glass in his hand, half-filled with a blood-red liquid called the Heaven-Filling Elixir.

The so-called Heaven-Filling Elixir is actually a low-alcohol original brew from the Heaven-Filling Republic. It is said that the ingredients for this wine come from Longya, the capital of the Heaven-Filling Republic, where there is a star valley like a fairyland, filled with various rare herbs.

The Heaven-Filling Elixir is made by steeping multiple herbs. Yes, it is steeped, not brewed like ordinary wines. It is made using a special steeping process.

In fact, the young man knew very well that what he held was a fake. If you walked the streets of Longya, you would see many specialty stores selling Heaven-Filling Elixir, with millions of tons of it flowing to the world every year.

Is there really that much Heaven-Filling Elixir? Nonsense. According to insider information, although the Star Valley is large and contains many herbs, only a small portion is used to steep the Heaven-Filling Elixir.

The real Heaven-Filling Elixir, in a year, would not exceed one ton. Even if he were the son of a deputy city lord in a secondary city, let alone the imperial royal family, the amount they could import each year would be minimal.

Even the Great Emperor would feel the pain in his heart when drinking it, and would never dare to drink it freely.

As for the benefits of the Heaven-Filling Elixir, forget it. Such a rare thing would be hyped to the heavens, almost claiming it could grant immortality, but no one believes it.

The young man's face was calm, but his eyes were cold.

Two light knocks on the door, then the door opened, and an old man walked in. He approached the young man and whispered, "Second Young Master, there's news."

"Speak, Uncle Zhong."

"The operation failed. The patrolman is Du Qian, the same one from yesterday," Uncle Zhong said softly. It sounded redundant, but the young man understood.

"So it's him, no wonder."

"The girl is Yao Jing, the same one from yesterday's Flying Tiger team."

"Hmm, not surprising. There's trouble." The young man's expression was quite grim. In this city, he was a typical second generation, not a leader, but with significant weight.

His strength was very low, his combat power barely exceeding ten thousand, barely qualifying him as a martial cultivator. But he and his father knew that this was the result of various means to forcibly enhance his abilities. No matter how much he practiced, he could not advance further; he had no talent in this area.

This was the third floor, so the other window God opened for him was one he could jump out of. He lacked outstanding martial talent but had a brain far superior to the average person, filled with wisdom and exceptional computational ability.

His father hoped that his exceptional computational ability would lead him down another enviable path, but unfortunately, it didn't work.

Symbol Gatherers indeed had higher status, but they required not only a mind as free as a flying horse and computational ability surpassing a differential machine, but also sufficient combat power as a foundation.

To ordinary people, a martial cultivator with over ten thousand combat power was already very impressive, but in his family, ten thousand combat power only earned him contempt and ridicule from his peers. What else could he get?

"It shouldn't, the messenger, as you instructed, used the subordinates of the City Lord of the Netherworld. The patrolman only knew that line."

"Hmm, but there will still be trouble. If someone is determined, they can still investigate." The young man's expression improved slightly.

"He's dead."

"Uncle Zhong, well done. The one who killed him was an assassin, right?"

"Exactly, Second Young Master is always prescient." A hint of fanaticism appeared in Uncle Zhong's eyes. For a combat master to look at an ordinary person with such eyes, it was clear that this Second Young Master with only ten thousand combat power often surprised him.

"Number four?" A seemingly random question, but only Uncle Zhong could understand.

"Based on recent changes, Number Four was chosen."

"Hmm, has the assassin been dealt with?" Number Four had contact with several people who died in yesterday's assassination, not necessarily closely, but enough to be a connection.

The young man in the white robe knew his weaknesses, so he was always extra cautious when acting. Even if he failed, he had a second or even a third plan. Failure wasn't necessarily real failure; it just meant a different outcome.

"Resisted arrest, killed on the spot."

"Hmm, very good."

"Second Young Master, what about the patrolman?"

The Second Young Master frowned; this was a tricky situation. Originally, he hadn't paid much attention to a small patrolman, a reckless thing, who actually shot at his subordinates. Even if no one was hurt, it made him very unhappy.

In Pingchuan City, many people privately believed he was stronger than his father. Unfortunately, he lacked cultivation talent and could never step into the limelight.

If he were a martial cultivator, when his combat power reached a certain level, he would be the only choice to succeed his father. Unfortunately, fate played a cruel joke, giving him wisdom recognized by all but not enough individual strength.

This meant that no matter how smart he was, his future would only be that of a strategist, always hiding behind the scenes.

It's easy to imagine that such a person, with high aspirations but a fragile life, with a highly developed nervous system, is extremely sensitive to stimulation.

A small patrolman, even if not killed, should be left half-dead.

The reason for the failure was simple. The Second Young Master went out to sea yesterday and only returned this morning, so the information he received was incomplete, missing the most critical part. The messenger had already received the appropriate punishment, but this led to the operation's failure, making him feel very embarrassed.

"Send people to keep an eye on him, contact Ghost Head, activate the line from the City Lord, and be ready. Since he doesn't give face, he shouldn't live. A war orphan, living is just a waste of food."

"Yes, Second Young Master, anything else?"

"Of course, that little guy, hehe... let's talk about more important things. How is the Wealth Plan progressing?"

He was right; Du Qian was just a small patrolman. Even if he had a brief encounter with Sir Sikong Yi, he was just a passerby in his life. Don't take yourself too seriously; after a few years, would Sir Sikong even remember who you are? Not even after a few days.

Originally, he just wanted to play a trick on him, give him a lesson. Since you escaped this time, the next time won't be so easy.

"It's very troublesome. The shareholders have strong objections. Second Young Master's plan will occupy a large amount of funds. Recently, the inspections have been very strict. I don't know what the Navy is up to; it wasn't like this before. Ninety percent of the goods coming by sea have been seized, and the personnel are being detained. The City Lord's office and the police have sent people, but there's no result yet," Uncle Zhong said with a frown.

"How much is completed?" The young man in the white robe didn't seem to find any problem, asking casually.

"One-third."

"A bit less. Time may be running out. Try to speed it up. Send more people to see if we can connect with the Navy. Without their support, the Wealth Plan will be difficult to complete."

Actually, he knew this before the plan was formulated. The City Lord's office and the Navy were completely different systems. Even if his father intervened, it wouldn't help. There was no good solution.

Money, they didn't lack, and using current means would only get more. Power, he couldn't give, and neither could his father.

Women? With power and money, who cares about women? Lack of weaknesses, truly a headache. The toughest to deal with are the grunts.

"Yes, the possibility of success is low."

"Hmm, I know. Open channels six to twelve, speed it up."

"Now? If we open these channels, we'll run out of all our channels."

"Yes, now. The military system is impressive. There are no shortage of wise people in the Navy." The Second Young Master said something Uncle Zhong didn't quite understand. He knew he didn't need to understand; he just needed to follow the Second Young Master's instructions. The Second Young Master had never been wrong, at least not that he had seen.

"Uncle Zhong, is the Ascension Plan nearing completion?" The young man's plans were one after another, sounding so unrealistic.

"It's done. Four fast ships are being internally decorated, all top-tier four-thousand-ton fast ships, but their defense is a bit weak. Ascension Island is also ready. The people in the know are absolutely safe, only seven in total. They are responsible for transporting supplies to the island. According to regulations, their families are all at the residence, and they are not allowed to return. They can only receive supplies in a fixed maritime area."

"Good, that puts my mind at ease."

"Second Young Master, is it necessary?" Zhong Gang asked, thinking the Second Young Master was exaggerating. With the Kuai family's strength, there should be no problem in Pingchuan. Even if City Lord Zhu was strong, he would still need local support to control Pingchuan City.

Recently, City Lord Zhang has been a bit unruly. That guy is strong and has good judgment. Even if Zhang Yu could replace Zhu Ziqing and become the City Lord of Pingchuan, the result wouldn't be different. He would still need the Kuai family's support.

Thinking of Kuai Peng, Uncle Zhong felt angry. That old man was too useless. If it weren't for the Second Young Master's planning, he would have been devoured long ago.