Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was obviously a social media account.
An international account.
There was only one group in the account.
Demon Concentration Camp.
This group comprised the most demonic, most elite and most terrifying bunch of people from the International Association.
Although she had never met most of the people in this group, she got along pretty well with them. They often got together to sabotage the dealings of those big bosses.
Su Huiqing’s account was one of them.
Far away in the International Association.
A tall figure walked out from the bathroom. He headed to his computer as he wiped his hair, his manner relaxed and lazy.
An icon on the bottom right-hand corner jumped. He casually moved his mouse and clicked on it.
Not many people sought him out. He typed with one hand as the other continued to wipe his hair with a towel.
Until…
That black-and-white icon expanded to a chat window, which held one line of words:
‘Help me investigate this person called Ning Wenxue. Best if you can dig up information on everyone connected to her.’
Not many people in the International Association dared to speak to him in this way.
The man’s slender fingers came to a sudden stop.
His dark eyes dilated and became deep, black abysses.
He slowly shifted his gaze to that person’s name. It was just two simple words: Su S.
It felt like he took a long time to confirm that name.
In the end, he tossed his towel aside and typed vigorously with both hands: ‘Are you really her?’
No one would dare to hack into her account and pretend to be her.
Moreover, that tone…
But he couldn’t discard the possibility of one of her subordinates logging into her account, and copying her cold, succinct manner.
The man lit a cigarette and leaned back on his chair. His face remained impassive, but those sharp eyes remained fixed upon the computer screen.
Su Huiqing looked at his reply and reached out to type a response. She didn’t admit nor deny anything.
She just replied: ‘A bottle of high-level potion in return for your information. I will get Assassin God to give you that potion.”
The person she had sought out was the founder of the Demon Concentration Camp. He went by the code name “Number One Intelligence Agency” and was the chief of the International Association’s Intelligence Agency.
The two of them had a good relationship and worked together on several cases before.
At the thought of this, Su Huiqing fluttered her lashes and pursed her lips. The last person she communicated with during that previous international battle was… also him.
She raised her hands from the keyboard, as she shifted her gaze coolly toward her own code name in the group. Number One Mercenary.
Chi Qing was also inside. Number One Assassin.
Chi Yue: Number One Hacker.
It was clear that everyone in this group were internationally recognized number ones. The elite of the elites.
But at this moment, Su Huiqing didn’t know if everyone in this group was trustworthy.
Only Chi Qing held her absolute trust.
After seeing that her news had been successfully sent over, Su Huiqing logged out of her account. This social media account was not the secret kind in Unknown Island. It would appear as long as one logged in. In fact, others could probably trace the activity log… the International Association would probably be shaken by the news in less than two days.
Su Huiqing knew the consequences of logging into this account, but as long as she didn’t actively make an appearance, no one would be able to find her.
Now, she only cared about two things. One was the Ning Family.
The second was the promise of a high-level potion.
Even within the International Association, a high-level potion was priceless. A few powerful people monopolized all available stock.
Once, a high-level potion appeared on the black market, and someone used an entire country under his control to exchange for it.
Potion makers might seem even wealthier than most nations, but most of their money was spent on getting rare herbal ingredients.
Although she was a high-level potion maker, there was no way she could concoct a high-level potion if she didn’t have the necessary ingredients.
Actually, information on the Ning Family was not worth this high price.
But she intended to give him this high-level potion as a kind of extra compensation.
Su Huiqing raised her hand to wipe her brows, concealing the cold, sharp glint in her eyes.
She stood before the window and mulled things over for a bit, before making a call.
She no longer cared about the other matters.
That was why she hadn’t realized that by the time she logged off her account, the group which had been actively chatting away had suddenly gone quiet for five minutes.
Everyone who was online all stopped at the same time.
They stared at the profile which suddenly lit up.
A person who had been offline for two months, and even announced that she would never return—how would it feel if that person suddenly came online again?
The group all knew that Su S and Assassin God were close.
Having just returned from the production team, Chi Qing leaned against the sofa and opened his cell phone. The notifications that popped up nearly jammed his phone.
He scanned through the flood of notifications, his eyes slightly narrowing.
They had yet to find the mastermind behind it all.
He could not expose the Chief yet, and so he just gave a short and cold reply.
Nevertheless, the slight smile on his lips showed that he was in a good mood. With his wispy black fringe, his entire person seemed to glow.
It appeared like Su Huiqing was just re-logging into her old account.
But this signified the first step to her return.
The assistant came in bearing a notebook, and halted. He felt like God Qing looked different from usual. His smile was beyond handsome.
It made one’s heart race.
The assistant quickly composed himself and opened the laptop. He clicked on a video. “God Qing, Director Lu asked if you are acquainted with this person?”
Chi Qing put his hands behind his head and looked over casually.
On the video, a grim figure was slowly raising her head.
Chi Qing’s eyes grew still on seeing that figure.
