In Shen Ning’s eyes, the world was just a playground for travel, but Chuyao was the real hero.
Last week, she had sprinted to a neighboring city for a blood-soaked killing spree, and today she was heading to another city to exchange pleasantries and laughter with a high-ranking leader. Fortunately, the location wasn’t far—just a two-hour flight away.
Arriving outside a small mansion on the outskirts of the city, Xu Chuyao felt the Daystone in her pocket. After confirming she had everything she needed, she walked inside with a composed expression.
Ever since the mission in Buweicha’er, where she had been chased relentlessly by Wang Li due to lack of preparation, Chuyao kept the Listening Stone on her person at all times. If there was any danger, she would simply have Shen Ning pull her back.
“Please stop.”
The guard at the gate stopped the girl and held a device up to her face for a quick scan. Once he confirmed she was today’s visitor, he turned to open the Great Gate.
“Miss Xu, please enter.”
Xu Chuyao felt it was a bit strange. This was the first time she had encountered a situation where they didn’t scan for dangerous goods but only verified a person’s identity.
‘Then again, I’m just a Level 4 Glory. What kind of dangerous item could I possibly carry that would threaten the man inside?’
This small mansion wasn’t Wen Shengqing’s actual residence. He wasn’t a local, and there was no public information regarding his real home. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to pry, so he was the one who went out to meet others; nobody had the status to visit him at home.
Led by a guide, she entered the house and finally met the man himself once again.
“Sit,” Wen Shengqing said, dressed in casual loungewear.
He sat in a soft chair behind a long wooden table. There was no tea, snacks, or food of any kind on the table. The clean, simple surface of the raw wood held only an open file bag.
Xu Chuyao sat down and rubbed her hands together. The absence of tea on the table actually made her feel a bit out of place.
“Marshal Wen, what is the matter this time?” she asked proactively.
When talking to others before, Chuyao wouldn’t have dared to speak first because she didn’t know much and was afraid of slipping up. But when speaking with this man, whether she was knowledgeable or not, she couldn’t afford to hide.
Opening the conversation herself was a sign of respect.
Wen Shengqing sat across from her. His appreciative gaze fell on Xu Chuyao, and his entire demeanor was gentle, as if he had transformed back into that kind elder on the school podium.
“Young Xu, you worked hard last time. You did a very good job.”
“Emmm, it was okay. I just did what I could, it didn’t take much effort.”
Xu Chuyao’s words, filled with a student’s spirited bluntness, made Wen Shengqing laugh heartily, his eyes filled with even more fondness.
The reason university students who haven’t graduated give off a harmless and pure feeling is because of that direct way of speaking. Intelligence is one thing, but being calculating is quite another.
The “Dalei Beautiful Girl” persona she projected became even more vivid in Wen Shengqing’s eyes.
“Do you want to know the truth behind Zhou Tian being killed?” he asked.
Xu Chuyao blinked. “Am I allowed to know?”
“If you want to know, just look. It’s right there on the table.”
So, that was what was inside the file bag.
Xu Chuyao opened it and took a look. She had already anticipated some of it, and the actual situation wasn’t far off. It was nothing more than secret letters from Zhou Tian relaying missions to the Ghost Party.
**[Nianding Era Year 13, July, Qian Fugui]**
**[Nianding Era Year 13, September, Wang Guogong]**
**[Nianding Era Year 14, January, Sheng Side]**
**[Nianding Era Year… ]**
The content of each secret letter was very concise—only a date and a name. However, if one looked up past current events, they would find that on those corresponding dates, the owners of those names had all experienced severe incidents. Most had died, their wealth vanished, and their families ruined.
Xu Chuyao pursed her lips and gave her first assessment: “These names sound so strange.”
“Hahaha!” Wen Shengqing laughed. “After the Pacification War’s End, a new world arrived. Many people gave themselves new names to walk the earth. Some purposely made their names memorable to act as a brand. It’s normal for them to be strange.”
Indeed, names like “Qian Fugui” sounded wealthy, while “Wang Guogong” sounded like a member of a noble family, and “Sheng Side” likely belonged to someone with religious beliefs.
Unfortunately, they didn’t realize that a big “brand” wasn’t necessarily a good thing; sometimes, it only invited disaster.
Regarding the content of these letters, Wen Shengqing retracted his smile and said in a heavy voice, “Young Xu, you are too young. You didn’t experience that era. After years of war, the world was a mess, and everything was waiting to be rebuilt. But some people were a bit too clever. They predicted the world’s major trends and made preparations in advance, attempting to engage in speculation and opportunism. On the surface, they didn’t establish any system, but if left alone, they would surely become a hidden danger in the new era. So…”
Before he could finish, the girl let out a gasp, her eyes shining with excitement.
‘I know, I know! This is exactly what I wrote for my final exam last time!’
As Xu Chuyao excitedly shared her insights, her cherry-red mouth was full of phrases like “old assets are the main contradiction that must be liquidated,” “chronic diseases need early treatment, and deep pain requires early intervention,” and “the leader’s heart is as bright as a mirror, and everything he does is for justice.” She said these confusingly profound things while secretly observing Wen Shengqing’s reaction.
He looked slightly helpless, but he wasn’t unhappy. The more transparent Chuyao appeared, the less guarded he felt.
Once Xu Chuyao talked until her throat was dry and she had to stop, Wen Shengqing let out a long sigh.
“Your perspective is very accurate, but you are wrong about one thing. In the beginning, they truly were performing acts of justice. But when the matter ended and I settled them down, these people were not satisfied. They thought they could do as they pleased, killing and arson. And I only recently learned that they actually established a new secret organization called the Supreme Society.”
Xu Chuyao let out a surprised “Huh?” and nearly stood up.
‘Oh no, oh no. He suddenly showed his cards to me. Could he want…’
“Take that file in your hand and flip to the very last page,” Wen Shengqing told her. “There is a list of names there.”
Xu Chuyao subconsciously flipped to the end—
**[Name: Zhuang Shuiyin, Code Name: Zhuang Su, Level 4 Mid Stage]**
**[Name: Li Rong’er, Code Name: Jasmine, Level 4 Initial Stage]**
**[Name: Wang Li, Code Name: Magpie, Level 4 Initial Stage. Deceased.]**
There were names with corresponding code names, their strength levels, and even their official titles.
This was the list of the Ghost Party from back then, and it was also the list of the current high-level members of the Supreme Society. Aside from the leader, everyone else was on it.
Xu Chuyao’s small hand trembled slightly. ‘This is them.’
They were indeed impressive, but they were working for themselves.
“Your abilities have been verified multiple times. I believe you can handle this well,” Wen Shengqing said. “Take your people and clean them out. Clean out this segment of history.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a bookmark fell from the middle of the file bag right into the girl’s hand. It was an Award Medal shimmering with six silver stars.
Before his promotion, back when he served as a Director, he had held a rank just like this.