Heroes' Prison

Chapter 892 - 844: The Phone Call That Changed a Life

After hearing Lan Wei’s words, everyone stared at him blankly, as if they were getting to know him for the first time.

In their eyes, finding a stranger amidst the vast ocean of people across the world is akin to ascending to heaven in difficulty. But in the eyes of hackers, there’s a different set of logic—they seem to live in another world, possessing special methods unique to them.

Different professions are like separate mountains; even though Huang Yi and the others are super-first masters, they are far inferior to Lan Wei in this area.

The Rose Prison holds people like this. Each of them excels in their respective fields, often capable of accomplishing feats that ordinary people can’t, by using special methods.

"Si Chengcheng once attended the opening ceremony of the Third Annual Gala." Suddenly, Dragon Spike spoke, providing a vital clue.

This might be something Si Chengcheng casually mentioned to him during a class break. But now, this seemingly insignificant bit of trivia has taken on enormous significance.

"Then this makes it simpler!" Lan Wei nodded with a smile. "The opening ceremony of the Third Annual Gala was held on June 5th of this year in New Delhi, India’s capital. I’ll hack into the network systems of all Singapore airlines around that time, locate flights from Singapore to New Delhi, and pull up all passengers’ boarding information for those flights. Then I’ll filter through them."

"By the way!" At this moment, Huang Yi suddenly turned to Dragon Spike and asked, "Dragon Spike, I saw news on the forums today—yesterday at noon Paris time, were you attending a new car launch event in Paris?"

"Yes!" Dragon Spike nodded.

He is the global ambassador for a famous French car brand. Yesterday, the company hosted a launch event for a new model, and Dragon Spike attended, attracting numerous fans to the venue.

Huang Yi stared at Dragon Spike, rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and said, "Yesterday at noon Paris time equals 8 PM Singapore time. At that time, we were having an important Formation Class. But Si Chengcheng didn’t log on; she’s typically diligent and never skips class. Si Chengcheng is so infatuated with you—if she didn’t log on then, it’s highly likely she’d gone to Paris for the launch event, just to catch a glimpse of you from the audience."

"Then this makes it even easier to find her!" Lan Wei rolled up his sleeves, eager to get started. "I’ll pull up passenger information from flights departing Singapore for Paris during those days and compare them with the New Delhi flights. If there’s an overlap, it’s almost certainly Si Chengcheng."

"Alright! Lan Wei, I’m counting on you. Make sure to locate Si Chengcheng as quickly as possible and get her to log on immediately! She’s got the two Demon Cores we need," Huang Yi urged impatiently.

"Got it!" Lan Wei nodded firmly and immediately messaged some hacker friends he knew from before he got sent to prison, requesting their offline collaboration.

Time ticked by minute by minute.

The Hero Legion players waited anxiously beneath the Net of Peace, occasionally glancing upward at the Fallen Messenger.

The Fallen Messenger remained standing in the void above, waiting for the Net of Peace to dissipate. Its powerful Intermediate Heaven Domain suppressed the area, breaking trees under its oppressive aura, showcasing its sky-breaking strength.

This entire region seemed locked down, isolated from the outside world.

The eight super-first-class masters of the Invading Army, on the other hand, displayed a calm composure, even casually chatting.

"How many members of the Hero Legion do you think can escape this time?" Dante asked casually, hands on his hips.

"One percent, perhaps," Ganges replied with a faint smile, fiddling with a branch of the World Tree.

"By the way, Heavenly Dao, what are your chances of defeating the Fallen Messenger in a duel?" Ronald turned to look at Heavenly Dao.

Heavenly Dao was polishing his Eastern Sword as he spoke, "With just this hour to prepare, my methods are severely limited. Now isn’t the time to fight; the odds of success are nonexistent. If your Net of Peace could hold out a bit longer, I might manage a slim chance to defeat the Fallen Messenger."

"If all eight of us ascended to the Heavenly Realm, would we still fear the Fallen Messenger? It’s such a shame those 198-level and 199-level Demon Cores were snatched from us," Fuchan Fenrao lamented, his tone tinged with unwillingness.

Gradually, the time until the Net of Peace’s dispersal dwindled to just thirty minutes!

Huang Yi’s real body sat in the classroom, waiting earnestly, longing to see Si Chengcheng log on!

...

Real-world, Singapore.

Orchard Road is Singapore’s iconic shopping street, one of the most famous commercial streets in the world. Crowds throng the area; tourists from all over the globe shop and stroll, creating a bustling and lively scene.

In one of the women’s clothing stores, four beautiful young women in their twenties were trying on clothes.

One of them, a quiet girl wearing glasses, sat on the side, distractedly watching the other three try on outfits, her expression pensive.

"Si Chenchen, why are you just sitting there? Quickly, tell me—does this dress look good on me?" A voice called out from a distance.

Then, a girl approached, holding a dress, comparing it against her body.

"It looks great, Li Li. Anything you wear looks amazing!" The girl called ’Si Chenchen’ forced a faint smile and nodded.

Noticing Si Chenchen’s odd behavior, Li Li approached and sat down beside her. She wrapped her arm around Si Chenchen’s shoulder and tilted her head playfully as she smiled, "Chenchen, why have you been so distracted since you came back from Paris yesterday? Women act like this usually when they’ve fallen in love. So, which handsome guy has captured our beauty Chenchen’s heart?"

"Sigh, Li Li, I think I’ve fallen in love with someone impossible." Si Chenchen sighed softly, resting her head on Li Li’s shoulder, her face full of melancholy, evoking pity.

"Loving you is like a dream, and I overslept..." At that moment, Si Chenchen’s phone ringtone suddenly sang aloud. She took out her phone and glanced at it.

"Is it your beloved calling?" Li Li leaned over to look at the screen too. Frowning slightly, she said, "Why is it an unknown number? Probably a spam call!"

"Probably." Seeing the unfamiliar number on the screen, Si Chenchen nodded and directly declined the call.

In life, we miss countless calls, but some calls decide our lives.

This call would decide Si Chenchen’s destiny. Perhaps fate didn’t want her to miss it—a moment later, her phone rang again persistently, as though the caller wouldn’t relent until she answered.

Left with no choice, Si Chenchen pressed the green button and answered, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Is this Si Chengcheng? Dragon Spike needs you; please log on immediately! Only you can help him!" A mysterious, magnetic male voice on the phone spoke, directly addressing the urgent matter at hand.

"Dragon Spike needs me? How do you know?" Si Chenchen paused, stunned, and questioned.

"Sorry, I don’t have time to explain. Everything will become clear once you log on," the voice responded hurriedly.

"Alright, I’ll go home and log on right away." Si Chenchen bit her lip and quickly decided—whether true or not concerning Dragon Spike, she was willing to believe.

She didn’t even say goodbye, bolting out of the store, fleeing the bustling shopping street, and flagging a taxi outside...

In The Second World, Huang Yi and the others continued anxiously waiting beneath the Net of Peace.

"Big Brother God of Slaughter, the call went through! She said she’s heading home to log on right away!" Lan Wei said to Huang Yi.

"Does she have time to make it home in half an hour?" Huang Yi stroked his chin, muttering thoughtfully.

Now, he could only pray Si Chengcheng’s pace was swift enough to make it home sooner.

Minutes ticked by slowly. The Hero Legion’s elite players held their breath, their fate contingent on an unknown female player.

Meanwhile, Si Chengcheng’s taxi sped through Singapore’s bustling skyline, drawing closer and closer to her home.

Twenty-five minutes later, Central Continent, Oskan Royal Academy.

Huang Yi’s real body was still seated in Si Chengcheng’s place when, suddenly, his vision flickered, revealing a figure.

Wearing a floral skirt and glasses, the quiet and composed person was unmistakably the one he had awaited for so long—Si Chengcheng.

"Si Chengcheng, you’ve finally logged on!" Huang Yi sighed in relief, yearning to give her a hug. He immediately said, "Hand over your 196-level and 197-level Demon Cores; Dragon Spike desperately needs them!"

"What happened to him?" Si Chengcheng asked with concern, her quiet face filled with anxiety.

Huang Yi waved his hand and produced Dragon Spike’s purple school badge, showing it to Si Chengcheng. "Dragon Spike is currently in a very dangerous place with one of my avatars. This badge proves my connection with him. Pass me those two Demon Cores, and I’ll send them to him immediately."

Si Chengcheng took the purple school badge and inspected it. Seeing the inscription of Dragon Spike’s student ID brought instant reassurance.

She flipped her palm and retrieved the two Demon Cores, handing them to Huang Yi, pleading urgently, "Please do whatever it takes to help Dragon Spike through this peril!"

"No, you should say, ’Please ask Dragon Spike to help us through this peril,’" Huang Yi replied, taking the two Demon Cores and stowing them in his storage ring.

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