Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 547 - 258: Target—Jiang Chengyue

The narrow alleys resembled a labyrinth, dimly lit, with only the emergency lights embedded in the walls emitting a ghastly white glow.

A variety of people came and went here, including mercenaries returning in exhaustion, wary lone travelers, and beggars curled up in the shadows of the corners.

The five people acted as a passing mercenary team, traversing the intricate alleyways. Fang Qingyu’s powerful perception and Wei Banmeng’s meticulous observation were fully activated, paying attention to every figure that might resemble Jiang Chengyue from the photo, sensing any suspicious fluctuations.

However, after a whole morning, there was no success. The target seemed to have vanished into thin air.

At noon, the five people found a relatively clean-looking restaurant named "Veterans’ Home" to settle lunch.

The restaurant was quite crowded, mostly with weather-beaten mercenaries loudly discussing their hunting gains and frontline experiences.

Chu Kuanglan gnawed on the bland yet high-calorie synthetic steak, muttering in a low voice, "God Fang, this way of searching isn’t going to work! It’s like finding a needle in a haystack! Even their own people don’t know exactly which rat hole that guy is hiding in. With us being newcomers relying solely on our legs and eyes, it could take forever to find him! Such low efficiency!"

Fang Qingyu slowly chewed his food, gazing quietly out the window at the alley where people hurried past, thoughtfully saying, "Do you think... there’s a possibility that this task itself is intentionally designed to have us ’find a needle in a haystack’?"

Wei Banmeng and the others were stunned upon hearing this.

Jiang Wei also raised her head, her clear red eyes looking at Fang Qingyu.

"Intentionally?" Wei Banmeng furrowed her brows.

"You mean Chen Ming, or the people behind him, deliberately gave us an ostensibly important yet impractical task to stall us? To waste our time? But why? The Jiang Family has a good reputation, we have no grievance with them, we’re here to support them..."

Fang Qingyu put down the utensils, "Reputation is reputation, reality is reality."

"From the moment we entered the city and were directly sent to the Observatory, I felt something was off."

Chu Kuanglan felt a bit confused, scratching his head, "Then God Fang, what do you say we should do now? We’ve taken on the task, searched for half a day, we can’t just drop it, right? Or directly confront Chen, the fat guy?"

Fang Qingyu’s gaze passed over the noisy restaurant, over the dense "Old Ice House" apartments, toward the city’s center where the towering City Lord’s Mansion gleamed under the aurora.

His eyes became deep and calm.

After a few seconds of silence, Fang Qingyu slowly uttered a word:

"Wait."

...

Three o’clock in the morning.

The core zone of Glazed Light City, the "Eternal Day Aurora Dome," still flowed with dreamy brilliance, but most parts of the city had fallen into a slumber-like quiet.

Pedestrians were scarce on the streets, with only patrol vehicles occasionally passing by.

The City Lord’s Mansion stood like a sleeping giant, constructed entirely of the purest Glazed Crystal Stone, exuding a majestic and mysterious glow under the aurora.

The massive front gate was tightly shut.

Only the booths on both sides were illuminated with faint lights, making the figures of the guards appear blurry in the glow.

About a hundred meters away from the City Lord’s Mansion entrance, in the deep shadow cast by a towering crystal stone sculpture deliberately overlooked by the flowing aurora.

Thick as ink, the darkness silently enveloped Fang Qingyu and the five people.

The Eternal Night Territory perfectly integrated them into this artificial night, isolating all breath, body heat, and energy fluctuations, like five non-existent phantoms.

"They’re here."

Fang Qingyu’s deep voice sounded in the absolute darkness.

Almost as soon as his words fell.

On the side of the City Lord’s Mansion, an extremely concealed, virtually seamless alloy dark door slid open silently.

No lights, only engines humming so low as to be nearly silent.

Three jet-black, hard-lined, unmarked extended off-road vehicles, like sharks merging into the night, quietly drove out.

They didn’t turn on the headlights, only relying on faint contour lights to outline their vague shapes on the crystal stone road, the tires leaving a damp, subtle sound on the smooth surface.

After driving out of the dark door, they did not stop, nor did they head toward any main road, instead deftly turning into a narrow side road leading to the city’s edge, swiftly accelerating into deeper darkness.

"The seventh wave."

Wei Banmeng’s cold voice whispered in the darkness, carrying a hint of weight.

"Damn it, sneaky, definitely up to something fishy!"

Chu Kuanglan swore gruffly, his fists cracking in the darkness, "During the day, they make us needle in a haystack to catch traitors, while at night they secretly mess around? What is the Jiang Family doing!"

Lu Jiuyuan hugged his blade, his sharp eyes fixed on the three cars’ taillights as they were about to disappear around the corner, uttering only one word: "Follow!"

Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils flickered with a calm light in the darkness.

"Go."

The Eternal Night Territory enveloped the five people like flowing ink, instantly peeling away from the sculpture’s shadow.

Sticking to the edge of the building, at far beyond ordinary speed.

Silently pursuing those three black off-road vehicles.