Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1368: Chapter 751: Escape Room, Performing Magic for Chen Yu (Part 2)

The Federal army used missiles to flatten the army controlled by ‘Liu Yue’, thinking ‘Liu Yue’ was dead. But in reality, the Zong Cheng behind Liu Yue was not dead; he was still alive.

The number of puppets killed by the missile was not even half of what Zong Cheng controlled.

Later, Zong Cheng learned to be low-key. His opponent spent centuries lurking, and his tentacles had spread to every corner of the Federation.

Now, his opponent may have already created tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of puppets.

There is a question on Outer World’s Zhihu: If you had a hundred thousand loyal soldiers, what would you have them do?

Someone answered, “Let them all work in an electronics factory tightening screws.”

Even if these workers only earn 2000 a month, the hundred thousand soldiers would have a monthly salary of 200 million…

No matter how weak a group is, once it reaches a certain number, it becomes very terrifying.

Especially since Qing Chen had already speculated that there were puppets of the opponent within the core power of the Chen Clan; otherwise, the opponent could not have known the Reverse Breathing Technique so well.

Qing Yuan, or Qing Yuan’s father, at least one of them is a puppet.

Such a person, hiding behind the scenes and gradually touching the core of power, is truly terrifying.

No wonder the opponent did not hesitate to sacrifice even A-Class Puppets, nor did he feel pained losing two taboo items, because in the face of the opponent’s long-accumulated wealth and strength, these losses were insignificant.

Qing Chen suddenly said, “However, before I really have the ability to kill him, I can first get rid of some of his wings.”

The elder was puzzled: “You don’t even know who he is, how do you eliminate his wings, do you know who is their puppet?”

Qing Chen smiled and said, “Check the flow of funds and see if he is smart enough not to gather the salaries of ten thousand people under one person, but there will certainly be small streams of funds converging at a certain node.”

Qing Chen continued, “Da Yu, for example, you’re a second-generation rich, but your money is regularly mixed with an ironworker’s salary into the same account. Is that normal? Certainly not. I’m looking for such abnormal fund flows. Once we find the puppets, we can try to check who suddenly approached them before they became puppets.”

Da Yu was stunned for a moment, acknowledging that Qing Chen’s logic was correct and that such an investigation could at least produce some clues.

The opponent, who controls tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, couldn’t be entirely flawless. Even if Qing Chen were to operate, he couldn’t make it perfect.

“However, I think you overestimate him,” Da Yu said, “His puppets are indeed approaching core power, but he might not have that many. His puppets do not grow exponentially like the Parents’ Meeting, but rather increase and decrease.” ”

“What do you mean?” Qing Chen asked.

“Because his lifespan, though unlimited, his puppets do not live forever,” Da Yu said. “Even if he personally makes a puppet, it will, one way or another, naturally age and die. So the number of puppets he controls will initially surge, but once it reaches a certain stage, it will stabilize because aging puppets will slowly phase out.”

Suppose Zong Cheng can make one puppet per day, 360 a year, and suppose the puppets live for 80 more years after being controlled, then 360 puppets times an 80-year lifespan means they can control a maximum of 28,800 puppets.

Once exceeding this number, new puppets he makes will have old puppets dying continuously, and such exaggerated figures as hundreds of thousands will not appear.

Qing Chen thought that Zong Cheng hadn’t reached the point where he could make 10 puppets a day; otherwise, he would have unified the Federation already.

Da Yu said, “I think that’s also why he must reach the core of power. He can’t turn the entire Federation into his puppets, so he needs higher-quality puppets. When he mistakenly killed Ning Xiu, he wanted to kill the Shadow. From a benefit perspective: among that term’s Shadow Candidates, there might be his puppets, and the Shadow blocked his progress of quietly winning power in the Qing’s Family, so he needed to remove the biggest competitor first and muddy the waters.”

Qing Chen pondered. What Da Yu said made sense. If there were puppets among that term’s Shadow Candidates, the opponent had motives.

Da Yu continued, “Also, I roughly understand why he is targeting you. Because the Parents’ Meeting expanded too quickly, even faster than he could make puppets, and gradually acquired the potential to overthrow this world. His plan is gradual, slowly taking control of the Federation through puppet-making. Then you came along, directly threatening to overturn the foundation he has plotted for centuries, and he surely won’t tolerate you.”

Qing Chen smiled, “Impressive. I’ve overlooked some clues. Thank you for the reminder.”

Qing Chen thought about too many issues today, and his brainpower wasn’t infinite, so admitting to negligence wasn’t embarrassing.

Da Yu’s lips curled slightly, and Chen Jiazhang beside him sighed, “Finally won once, it’s not easy, really not easy.”

Da Yu’s face immediately fell.

The Elder and Qin Yiyi also finished searching the lab. The Elder painfully handed three crystal vials to Qing Chen, “Here, this should be God’s blood.”