The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 471 - 260: The Ancient One Stews into Soup, We Desire to Become Light! _2
Chapter 471: Chapter 260: The Ancient One Stews into Soup, We Desire to Become Light! _2”Nothing much.” Jiang Shu smiled and turned to look out the window.

Outside the window, the street scene remained unchanged, with evil spirits wandering under the black night; colorful lights flickered, brightening the night.

The light of Lonely City?

He stared at the unique nighttime scene of Area F, his ears perked up to listen to the faint gunfire coming from some distant place.

Next to Jiang Shu, several Tablet Spirits also made the gestures and spoke lines from Ultraman, like ”Tiga” and ”Gaia.”

But in the end, he didn’t say anything else.

To be the Underground Emperor or the light of Lonely City wasn’t easy; he didn’t even have an entry ticket.

Could joining the Deception Group be considered an entry ticket?

Jiang Shu shook his head slightly.

That was far from enough.

However, suddenly, he saw a message pop up on Xiaoyi’s screen.

Xiaoyi: If ancient times can be boiled into soup, we wish to become the light!

Hmm?

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He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Jiang Shu suddenly found that the streets had become much cleaner and distinctly different from the earlier scene; with one glance, he knew he was nearing his destination.

The police station of Thirteen District was located in Area E, and because of this, the streets nearby the station weren’t as chaotic and dirty as those Jiang Shu had just seen; they gave him the illusion of being in Area A.

But it was just these few blocks, almost after two streets, it began to get dirty and messy again.

And the management level of the streets near the Thirteen District Police Station was almost directly proportional to the social stability in Thirteen District.

If the social order was stable, Thirteen District Police Station naturally had the energy to manage the surrounding blocks, but in times of turmoil, they could only cope like now.

Since the war in Thirteen District, Lonely City’s Thirteen District had always been in such chaos; the daily state consisted of constantly receiving reports either about the sightings of fugitives or the local underworld forces not being able to control their subordinates, leaving the police station exhausted and without any time to manage the cleanliness of the nearby streets.

The Thirteen District Police Station was now in sight, and Jiang Shu looked at the somewhat low building, momentarily lost in thought.

It was already late at night, but as he had seen several times before, the lights inside the station were still on.

Although only a few, the offices of the Police Chief and several Police Chiefs were still brightly lit, and now, seven or eight hours had passed since the off-duty time prescribed in the Social Sequence.

However, during this visit to the Thirteen District Police Station, Jiang Shu did not see the familiar face—Gary.

Normally, no matter how late it was, Gary would be waiting here, and he had become the designated receptionist for Jiang Shu and Wolf.

Standing at the door to greet them was Police Chief Tang Hexun.

”Wolf Police Chief, Jiang Shu,” Tang Hexun recognized the taxi with the police siren on its roof as belonging to Wolf and Jiang Shu.

As before, this time the support from Seventh District Police Station to Thirteen District also involved sending the main force later, with Police Chief Wolf advancing first.

”Old Tang, I’m here to help you out again,” Wolf said with a smile as he hugged his old classmate, teasing him, ”Looks like Thirteen District really can’t manage without me, eh? When will you award me the ’Light of Thirteen District Police’?”

”Police Chief Tang,” Jiang Shu nodded and shook hands with Police Chief Tang.

Police Chief Tang Hexun also looked at Wolf, his lean and efficient face bearing a forced smile: ”The Light of the Police? What’s that? It’s a meaningless honorary title that could be given out in any number and quantity, isn’t it? How about you come over to Thirteen District Police Station, I’ll welcome you with fireworks, a big banner, give you a raise, and have you sit at the same level as me?”

”Hah, just wait; I’ll submit the transfer request to Charles when I get back, then don’t regret it,” Wolf retorted, still not giving in.

”A talented individual like you won’t make me regret it, especially since it might turn out to be a buy-one-get-one-free deal. Right, Mr. Jiang?” Tang Hexun smoothly continued from Wolf’s last remark, raising Jiang Shu while subtly belittling Wolf.

”Don’t look at me; I’m not yet part of the police,” Jiang Shu waved his hands, steering the conversation back on track, continuing, ”I’m just here to help my friend Gary. I want to know what exactly has happened to him in these short months.”

Mentioning Gary, both Police Chief Wolf and Police Chief Tang Hexun’s expressions darkened. Tang Hexun looked around at the dense night falling apart and walked into the station, ”Let’s talk inside.”

At that moment, at a window on the third floor of the station, a pair of eyes peered through a tiny crack held open by a fingertip, observing the faces of Wolf and Jiang Shu.

Meanwhile, his right hand quickly pressed something on the Simulated Light Screen, sending a brief message to a distant block.

Wolf and Jiang Shu from Seventh District have arrived.

He was merely a messenger, not an actual insider within the police station, nor would he truly assist the person on the other end of the screen.

He would not face too much inner reproach, serving merely as a humanoid monitor, yet the compensation he received each month already exceeded a quarter’s salary at the police station.

If it were any other colleague from the police station, they would have agreed without hesitation—only, they were not police chiefs and did not hold as much value for recruitment.

He refocused his gaze on the large screen in front of him and continued working.

Work was his way to mislead others, and also his way to mitigate the feelings of guilt within.

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A blue light flickered in Evon Garcia’s prosthetic eye; he had just received information from his undercover contact, but his expression remained unchanged, still smiling at the gang leaders before him.

Like his father, Seal Garcia, he continued the tradition of monthly leader meetings.

Ostensibly to woo his subordinates, but secretly to investigate and settle scores.

He had learned his father’s tactics and quickly reclaimed the underground territories of the Thirteenth District following his father’s path; not only that, his current turf was even more vast than during his father’s lifetime.

After all, Seal Garcia was then limited by the Disciples of Mechanics and the police station and did not expand his influence beyond Seal Street. Now, things were different.

He was younger and showed more aggressive desires.

”I’ll step out for a while; you guys carry on,” Evon nodded to the drinking fellow in front of him and then left the room.

Those in the room were remnants from former powers; even he had to show a certain level of respect.

Of course, as time passed, he would definitely take full control of these powers.

The hallway was dimly lit but illuminated by swinging, colorful lamps, and as he walked through the light and shadows, countless thoughts crossed his mind.

Wolf, Jiang Shu.

After many months, they had returned to the Thirteenth District.

But what were they here for?

Evon felt something odd deep inside.

The Thirteenth District had been restless lately; precisely because of the unrest, he couldn’t pinpoint the pair’s purpose.

Were they targeting the underground power struggle?

He slightly furrowed his brow; recently, the conflicts between ”Seal” and ”Taigong Dynasty” had also intensified, tending towards violence at the slightest disagreement.

It seemed prudent to warn the leaders at today’s gathering to be more cautious.

Instinctively cautious, Evon couldn’t help but also sense another thought deep within.

It seemed...

This was also an opportunity, a chance to crush the Taigong Dynasty once and for all.

He considered the measures his father had been limited to by the Disciples of Mechanics, carefully developing until he could ally with the police station to jointly eliminate the Disciples of Mechanics by capitalizing on the prevailing situation.

The same approach could still be applied if he could turn the Taigong Dynasty into a common enemy of both himself and the Thirteenth District Police Station.

For a moment, numerous strategies emerged in Evon’s mind, and ultimately, his focus landed on a seemingly insignificant person.

Jiang Shu.

If he could win that guy over, destroying the Taigong Dynasty might not be an issue.

Last time Jiang Shu had accepted his overture; with that in mind, it was time to reactivate this chess piece.

Evon’s eyes flickered slightly as he entered the restroom inside the club, a place he used for contemplation.

But just as he stepped in, he froze.

For in that opulent restroom stood a dark red, Grim Reaper-like figure.

Rift.

Evon was momentarily stunned, then regained his composure.

”You’re here. However, today is not the scheduled time, is it?”