Translator: CinderTL
Star City Academy
9:00 PM
After dressing meticulously, Feng Qi stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting his attire to ensure he was completely covered. Satisfied with his disguise, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and descended the stairs.
Outside, the moon hung pale in the starry sky, its light reflecting on the lake where willow branches swayed gently in the wind.
Checking the time on his phone, he headed straight for the academy's main gate.
After exchanging greetings with the security guards, he left Star City Academy.
An hour later, Feng Qi arrived at a coffee shop in Star City's Eastern District and stepped inside.
"Brother Qi, over here!" Lin Ran called out.
Turning toward the voice, Feng Qi saw Lin Ran, Mu Qing, and Liu Yue already seated at a table.
He sat down next to Mu Qing, placing his backpack on his lap.
"Brother Qi, we're all ready. Where are the masks you prepared?" Lin Ran whispered.
"Masks?"
"Yeah! Since we're doing this secretly, we need masks, right?"
Hearing this, Feng Qi unzipped his backpack. Inside lay four masks: Sun Wukong (Monkey King), Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie (Pigsy), and Sha Wujing (Sandy).
Lin Ran: ...
"Couldn't you have bought some masks that look more impressive? Wearing this makes me feel like a complete idiot!"
"I went to the academy's commercial district after dinner. Since it's just the four of us on this mission, I figured these would do. They cover our faces, after all."
"Fine, I'll take Sun Wukong."
"Whatever!"
As they chatted idly, time passed.
Mu Qing occasionally chimed in, while Liu Yue maintained his usual cold expression. As Lin Ran put it, Liu Yue must have been a debt collector in his past life—the kind who thinks the whole world owes him money.
Now that the Tiger Soul Research Institute issue had been resolved, Feng Qi decided to formally target the Weak Domain Races within Star City tonight.
To control the Domain Weakling Alliance, the first step was to demonstrate military might, showing the Weak Domain Races' leaders in Star City his power.
Only then could he negotiate on equal terms.
Bloody suppression might seem violent, but in the domain world's dog-eat-dog power dynamics, it was the simplest and most effective method.
Only by instilling fear in their opponents could he later make demands.
The Lord of the Mist's strategy was simple: strike with a stick, then offer a carrot.
Just as the leaders of the Domain Weakling Alliance were considering disbanding the organization, believing Star City had become too dangerous, the Lord of the Mist offered generous terms and promised to provide resources and benefits to the alliance's leaders.
This maneuver allowed the Lord of the Mist to easily seize control of the Weakling Clan Alliance's missions and intelligence network within Star City.
Compared to devising a complex new plan from scratch, copying someone else's homework was clearly the easier option.
By 11 PM, Feng Qi, Lin Ran, and their companions had left the café and were heading toward their destination.
On this chilly night before the Lunar New Year, the streets were mostly deserted.
Only the 24-hour cleaning robots slowly advanced along their predetermined routes, their flashing lights adding a touch of life to the desolate streets.
Half an hour later, Feng Qi led the group down an unlit alley.
After walking a short distance and rounding a corner, they stopped in front of a bar.
A neon sign stood before the bar, boldly proclaiming "Doomsday Bar" in large characters.
Beneath the name, a detailed description of the bar's unique features concluded with a striking warning:
This is a member-only bar. Non-members are strictly prohibited from entering. Membership requires sponsorship from an existing member!
Feng Qi was intimately familiar with this place.
The fishing operation in the previous timeline had unfolded here, ultimately luring out the Nightshadow Clan—a truly massive catch.
Stopping before the bar, Feng Qi removed his backpack and retrieved four masks, distributing them to Liu Yue, Lin Ran, and Mu Qing.
After donning his mask, Feng Qi turned to Liu Yue, who was wearing a Tang Monk mask:
"Liu Yue, you're on lookout at the entrance."
"Got it!"
Liu Yue nodded promptly, offering no further words, and stepped aside.
Feng Qi then led Lin Ran and Mu Qing into the bar.
They followed the dimly lit corridor to its end, where an iron door stood. Feng Qi rapped on the metal.
After a few seconds, a small iron window in the door slid open, revealing a pair of eyes that peered out to assess the situation.
"What do you want?" a raspy voice called out.
"What do you think? Who comes to a place like this for nothing?" Lin Ran retorted immediately.
"Membership number!" the voice demanded again.
"112834!" Feng Qi replied.
This number belonged to the Nightshadow Clan and came in handy now.
"Wait a moment." The window in the iron door slammed shut.
After a brief pause, the gears began to grind, and the heavy iron door slowly creaked open.
A towering man, over two meters tall, stood inside, a thick iron chain slung over his right shoulder and a fierce expression on his face.
He stepped aside to clear a path.
Feng Qi immediately led Lin Ran and Mu Qing into the bar.
The raucous noise instantly filled their ears, a stark contrast to the cold silence outside. The member-only bar was packed with humanoid domain warriors.
Amidst the pounding music, these desperate souls gambled, exchanged intelligence, or drank alone.
Many wore masks, but their attire drew no attention.
Those who came here were all desperate warriors who risked their lives for the future of their races. Driven by profit, they would readily sacrifice themselves and sometimes even plunder resources from other races.
In such an environment, grudges were easily formed.
Protecting one's privacy was not only a safeguard for personal safety but also a measure to protect the races they represented.
Feng Qi led Lin Ran and Mu Qing to the bar and sat down.
The bloody suppression of this Weak Domain Races stronghold was the operation he had planned for tonight.
But before that, he decided to first check the recent mission situation of the Weak Domain Races, hoping to uncover any unexpected discoveries.
"What can I get you?"
Behind the bar, a muscular man with a black hat, bare torso, and skin covered in twisted symbols looked up and asked.
The bartender had changed since Feng Qi's last visit, but this didn't affect the unfolding operation.
"Mission list!"
Hearing this, the bartender immediately nodded and began a series of flashy maneuvers, finally dripping a purple-misted liquid into the glasses.
After mixing, the muscular man pushed three glasses of the concoction toward them.
Feng Qi picked up his glass and drained it in one gulp.
Lin Ran and Mu Qing followed suit, immediately drinking the purple liquid in their glasses.
Feng Qi closed his eyes, his consciousness diving into his sea of consciousness.
Above the golden ocean, streams of purple energy seeped in, converging in the sky like a scroll slowly unfurling.
Before him appeared a mission list, detailing tasks issued by various Domain Forces and the rewards for completing them.
The scroll's contents could be navigated using his consciousness to turn the pages.
Compared to the previous timeline, Feng Qi had arrived at this bar five years earlier than the Lord of the Mist. The missions available to him were clearly different from those the Lord of the Mist had seen.
The tasks listed were typical: investigations, hiring, assassinations, transportation, and similar assignments.
Among them, the assassination missions particularly caught his interest.
(End of the Chapter)
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