Chapter 315: Hidden Coordination

“Just wandering around?” Qing Chen asked curiously, “The Federal Group Army here is still waiting for your next order, and you’re just wandering around? Don’t tell me you entered the building to rescue me again.”

“No,” Li Changqing said aloofly, “I really just went in to wander around… How did you come down?”

At this moment, even if Li Changqing wanted to pretend he hadn’t gone to rescue Qing Chen, he still couldn’t help but be curious as to why the young man managed to come out faster than they did.

Wang Bingxu’s hearing couldn’t have been mistaken!

Qing Chen said frankly, “I came down by elevator, of course.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Bingxu visibly started.

When the young man said he came down by elevator, it sounded so matter-of-fact.

Yes, taking the elevator down 12 floors straight was indeed faster than he and Li Changqing taking the stairs, and besides, they had to check every floor on the way down to avoid being ambushed by someone hiding in a corner.

But Wang Bingxu couldn’t help but find it both funny and sad—who would take the elevator in such a dangerous situation?

The young man not only took the elevator but did so both when he entered and exited, bold yet careful!

Many people make all sorts of ingenious plans and fantasies when formulating tactical strategies.

However, when it comes to execution, everyone still opts for the safest approach.

Because life is fleeting, and no one can afford to gamble it away.

At that moment, Li Changqing looked at the injuries on Qing Chen’s arm and asked with concern, “What happened?”

In the distance, Xiao Ying, who had suffered a gunshot wound but was getting no attention, silently watched this scene and shed tears of grievance.

He decided that once he returned to the Outer World, he would apply to Boss Zheng; he too wanted to find a wealthy matriarch from a clan and infiltrate the clan’s inner circle.

If that didn’t work out, he would join the organization of Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen as an undercover agent and experience their unique organizational culture.

At this point, Qing Chen took the initiative to explain to Li Changqing, “During the escape, I was accidentally shot by an assassin and grazed.”

Li Changqing then looked at the bandage on his forehead, “And the head? What happened there?”

“After being shot, I fell down the stairs during the chase and hit my head on the wall. I feel dizzy and nauseous now. The doctor said I might have a mild concussion. After they count the wounded, they’re going to take us to the hospital together,” Qing Chen explained.

Ever since the transmigration incident, he felt that the injuries he had suffered were more than all of those he had experienced in the previous seventeen years combined.

However, compared to what he had gained, these minor injuries were nothing at all.

The Puppeteer’s split had now grown an additional 1.54 meters and was visibly enlarging.

Although the split needed to reach 50 meters to control a second person,

Qing Chen believed that even if he didn’t deliberately meet the Puppeteer’s containment conditions, he would eventually be able to control two puppets at the same time.

At that moment, Eighth Brother was lying on a stretcher, the blood from a wound on his leg had dyed the white stretcher red.

Li Changqing walked over and asked, “Is the injury serious?”

“It’s not serious, not serious. I took three bullets in the right leg, one bullet penetrated one centimeter in, and the other two grazed past the skin,” Eighth Brother described his injuries, feigning strength.

Li Changqing patted his shoulder, “Take care of your wounds. When you return, you will continue to be responsible for the special service team’s work, looking after my safety. From today on, you’re not called Eighth Brother anymore, you’re called Lao Jiu.”

Qing Chen thought to himself, are nicknames given so casually within this clan? But when he looked at Eighth Brother, it was clear that the latter was quite happy with it.

Suddenly, it dawned on him that it might just be a different way of thinking. Eighth Brother… no, Lao Jiu, who took refuge within the clan, truly viewed Li Changqing as his master, loyally and devotedly.

As someone from the Outer World, Qing Chen couldn’t accept being given a name by someone else, but Lao Jiu relished it.

He recalled something his master once said—emperors never disappear; they just change their clothes.

In this world, aren’t clans just like emperors in their own right?

The issue is, the nickname is now Lao Jiu, will it change again in the future to Lao Shi, Lao Er, or Eighth Brother?

There probably won’t be such high numbers; that old fellow likely won’t last that long.

A normal person won’t last that long, either.

At this very moment, an officer from the Federal Group Army approached Li Changqing, “Boss, the blockade has been completed, we are prepared to conduct a thorough sweep of the building.”

“Did you catch the person I wanted you to catch?” Li Changqing asked.

“Caught him, he’s in the High Sky Tower 300 meters away,” the officer responded, “When you completed the beheading inside the building, his communication signal was captured by our information technology vehicle, and he’s now in custody.”

Upon hearing this, Qing Chen started to ponder. Li Changqing had mentioned before that a powerful figure from the Deer Island family, having failed in the City No. 1 struggle, had quietly infiltrated City No. 18.

Li Changqing’s first move upon returning was to capture this person, but had been unable to find him until now.

Qing Chen thought that the one Li Changqing had knocked down from the building was him; it turned out that the main culprit was another, and Li Changqing had successfully captured him.

Li Changqing then indifferently ordered, “First, pull out all of his teeth for me, then take him to the Secret Prison for Yue Er to interrogate him personally. Besides, Wang Bingxu, go to the black market and pass the news to Su Xingzhi, let him spread the word.”

Yue Er? Qing Chen had thought that the Yue Er by Li Changqing’s side was just an ordinary secretary; now it seemed she was indeed a ruthless character.

Wait a second, there is also a Yue Er in the chat group…

Qing Chen fell into deep thought, it couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it? The key question was, who would use their Inner World name as an Outer World ID?

And the name Su Xingzhi was also very familiar to him.

It was this person that Uncle Li Dong had asked Qing Cheng to find when he was sent back to City 18. Qing Chen even knew his address.

Originally, Qing Chen hadn’t paid much attention to this name, but now it seemed that he was also a significant figure in the black market.

Looking back, he realized that his Master had intentionally or unintentionally left him many clues.

At this moment, Li Changqing looked toward the Federation Army officer, “Wrap things up here as quickly as possible, finish the fight within the building in 20 minutes.”

The Federation Army officer calmly said, “Boss, according to our observations of the assassin’s firepower, there are still many assassins inside the building, please allow me to proceed with more caution and give me a bit more time.”

But Li Changqing shook his head, “I understand you want to protect your subordinates and don’t wish to see them take unnecessary casualties in haste, and I don’t want to see that either. I’m only giving you 20 minutes because most of the assassins inside have already been nearly wiped out.”

The Federation Army officer was taken aback, then looked over at Wang Bingxu, “Did Mr. Wang take action?”

“No, no,” Wang Bingxu shook his head, “It was Qing Chen who did it, he almost single-handedly cleared out the building of assassins. The boss and I…”

He wanted to admit that neither he nor Li Changqing had been able to find any trace of him but caught himself, as saying this might make the boss lose face, so he didn’t continue.

After thinking for a moment Wang Bingxu said, “When we entered, many of the assassins were already dead, I barely took any action before coming down to join you all.”

The rest of the special service group bodyguards were astonished.

They had been thinking earlier that Qing Chen was simply a black market fighter, unskilled with firearms, and that his entry into the special service team as a bodyguard was all thanks to Li Changqing’s influence…

But now, the bodyguards realized that the young man was far from as simple as they had imagined.

They remembered clearly how suppressed they had been under fire on the long street; there had been at least dozens of assassins upstairs. If it had been them entering the building, making it out alive would have been an achievement!

Everyone began searching in the crowd for Qing Chen’s figure…

Li Changqing asked in surprise, “Hey, where’s Qing Chen?”

Wang Bingxu answered, “He was injured, so when the first ambulance left a moment ago, he left with it.”

“Didn’t you tell him that Half Mountain Manor has more complete medical staff and the best medical equipment?” Li Changqing frowned and said in a low voice to Wang Bingxu.

“It’s his first day joining the special service group, it’s normal for him not to know,” Wang Bingxu said, “Besides, other injured members of the special service group also went to regular hospitals for treatment.”

Li Changqing fell silent for a moment, “Go to the hospital and take a look, see if he’s there receiving treatment properly.”

“Boss, do you suspect him?” Wang Bingxu felt puzzled.

“Just to confirm,” Li Changqing said calmly.

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Meanwhile, Qing Chen sat in the ambulance, calmly watching as it drove farther and farther away.

Ever since they had been ambushed on the long street, Qing Chen had been keenly aware that no matter what happened at Heng Society that night, Li Changqing was definitely not going to get involved anymore.

Or perhaps, he had never planned to get involved in the first place, merely putting on an appearance.

Therefore, Qing Chen had to find an excuse to leave the team so that he could go seek out He Sheng Society and clear Liu Dezhu’s name.

The wounds on his arm and forehead were self-inflicted.

All for the sake of being able to leave at this moment.

Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Qing Chen didn’t leave immediately. He patiently waited until after a thorough examination and was admitted to the hospital room along with other special service group casualties.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Bingxu also arrived. He quietly peered into the ward and, seeing that Qing Chen had already fallen asleep, quietly withdrew.

Wang Bingxu didn’t leave the hospital; he hid in a corner, stealthily observing everything to keep watch on Qing Chen, to see if he really had any suspicious movements as the boss suspected.

But this wait turned into over an hour, and there was always no movement in the ward.

Moreover, during this time, Wang Bingxu checked the ward several times and was very certain that Qing Chen was indeed lying on the hospital bed.

Wang Bingxu called Li Changqing, “Boss, it’s been an hour, and there’s still no sign of him.”

“It seems there’s no issue, I thought he was planning on slipping away to get involved in Heng Society’s business, but now it doesn’t look like that. The matter at Heng Society has already ended,” Li Changqing said calmly, “But to be safe, continue watching over him in the hospital… this time not to watch Qing Chen, but to make sure the doctors treat his injuries properly.”

Wang Bingxu, “…”

No sooner had the voice on the phone fallen, another batch of casualties was brought into the hospital entrance, Wang Bingxu curiously asked a doctor, “Who are these people?”

The emergency department doctor said irritably, “There was a gang fight in the Fourth District just now, these are all the gang members who were injured, half of them are from He Sheng Society.”

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