They realized that any organization that bought intelligence from Mo Immortal Castle was ultimately caught…

So after discussion, everyone felt that Mo Immortal Castle couldn't withdraw from their base in Songhai city even though it had officially been absorbed into the Office of Strategic Deception, and that their underground information business should continue. Of course, this was on the basis that everything proceeded under the strict joint surveillance of the Office of Strategic Deception and Huaxiu Alliance; what intelligence could be disclosed and what could not, and whether the intelligence could be sold - it would be the Office of Strategic Deception that made the final decision.

The intelligence sold would be a lure for catching big fish so that Huaxiu Alliance could crack down further on the dark forces.

But this situation couldn't last long. Most people had no idea about Mo Immortal Castle being absorbed into the Office of Strategic Deception, but no one could guarantee that this fact would never come to light. Once that happened, they would no longer be able to use this bait-and-hook approach.

So before that, they had to at least catch a few big fish.

The Dark Network's founder and several major dark force leaders were currently still at large, and were key targets whom Huaxiu Alliance had issued bounties for among the light forces.

After the close of the incident with Ultimate King of Killers, General Yi and the others had a feeling that this year might be the most fruitful one yet. Thanks to Ultimate King of Killers's influential position in the Dark Network as well as among the dark forces, his end was bound to have a major impact on the whole underground Dark Network and the dark forces network.

Of course, rice could only be eaten one mouthful at a time, a road traveled one step at a time, and characters written one stroke at a time.

All this was work that could only unfold slowly.

It was August 12th on Sat.u.r.day in the fifteenth week of the semester.

It was the second day of the first semester final exams at No. 60 High School.

Countdown to the end of the semester: one day.

Countdown to w.a.n.g Ling's high school graduation: roughly 500 days.

(Countdown to the end of this novel… depends on the author's mood…)

Dopey Guo wasn't in a good mood after the exams today, and almost seemed a little depressed.

Super Chen: "Screwed up?"

Dopey Guo: "Shut up!"

Super Chen: "…"

Recently, Dopey Guo realized that Super Chen's mouth seemed a little blessed.

If someone else said that he screwed up, Dopey Guo would just take it as a joke, but when Super Chen opened his mouth, Dopey Guo instantly panicked.

Super Chen raised his hands in surrender. "I was wrong… bro… You did great in the exams! Over 90 in all your subjects!"

Dopey Guo breathed a sigh of relief. "Great! It's all good, all good…"

But on second thought, Dopey Guo felt something wasn't right… They were using the 150-marks system now!

Dammit!

This milk for visiting.

He had almost died of embarra.s.sment at KTV yesterday.

At the school gate, w.a.n.g Ling along with Super Chen and Little Peanut saw the young man who was being pressured to get married.

Just like Dopey Guo had said, his uncle was quite young and was a very sunny and charming guy. The most important thing was that, just as Dopey Guo had said, this young man did indeed have a pair of dead fish eyes that was very much like w.a.n.g Ling's - it was just that he didn't have quite the same bearing…

It seemed this "uncle" was a bit of a crybaby. When he saw Dopey Guo come out, the rims of his eyes went red, and he hastily put on sungla.s.ses he had prepared.

What a pitiful person…

w.a.n.g Ling sighed.

Parting with Super Chen and Little Peanut at a fork in the road, w.a.n.g Ling was walking with his head down when he was suddenly blocked by two huge figures.

One of them looked down at the picture in his hand and asked the other man, "Is that him?"

The other person: "Yeah, dead fish eyes, no mistake! Take him!"

w.a.n.g Ling: "???"

The two men then grabbed w.a.n.g Ling's arms and dragged him into a van…

w.a.n.g Ling guessed that this bunch was probably from the Net rehab center Dopey Guo had been talking about earlier.

It was just that these two dumba.s.ses had probably mistaken him for someone else…

Hm…

These guys had guts… From the popular Chinese buzzword "poisonous milk" in games, which refers to how the more someone is encouraged, the more likely they'll lose.