Chapter 135: Chapter 98: Drastic Change (Part 2)

Wang Hong thought Zhang Wenjun wanted to copy the video for discussion and further analysis, which is quite common in the special police team.

One o’clock in the morning.

Everyone finally arrived at Zhou Bai’s relative’s restaurant. Since they had called ahead, the restaurant had already prepared a large table with dishes set, mostly featuring local Nuzhou specialties, like bubble tea, Dai ethnic ghost chicken, sour vegetable salad, roasted piglet, and more.

“Smells so good!”

Gao Bo inhaled the steaming aroma, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

After a night’s joint operation, everyone was now quite familiar with each other. Zhou Bai arranged seats for everyone, said a few words of welcome, and then the dining action began.

Gu Ji had been busy for a whole day and night, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

He picked up a slice of roasted piglet, layered with Dai ethnic sour cabbage, paired with rice, and stuffed it all in his mouth in one go; it was sour, savory, and sweet.

Zhou Penghui raised his Pu’er tea and clinked glasses with Zhou Bai.

“Mr. Zhao, now that Shao Liang is caught, your border anti-narcotics team can take a break, right?”

“Don’t mention it.”

Zhou Bai shook the chopsticks in his hand and frowned, saying, “One Shao Liang down, and a more formidable one has emerged.”

“More formidable?”

“Yes, you wouldn’t know. Just recently, after the earthquake in Northern Myanmar, a new figure appeared within the Bai Family. It’s said that in the Earth-Sinking Building, he single-handedly chased down over a dozen fugitives, displaying extraordinary martial arts skills, and most importantly, his marksmanship is exceptional.”

“Originally, the Bai Family was seriously weakened by this encounter, but with this person’s help, they managed to eliminate one of the Northern Myanmar Warlord factions led by Huang Qiyu. Now, the Jinyuan Group has not only recovered but might be even more powerful than before!”

“If this guy dares to meddle domestically in the future, haha… we’ll be busy then!”

As Zhou Bai finished speaking,

the nearby special police team captain Wang Hong chimed in:

“I’ve also heard about this person, allegedly named Wa Xueming, now the top enforcer of the Jinyuan Group, ranking just below the core members of the Bai Family.”

Hearing the name “Wa Xueming,” Gu Ji instinctively twitched his eyelid.

Gao Bo seemed very interested in this story and nudged a nearby special police officer skilled in technology to ask:

“Mr. Liu, is it true that one person could chase down a dozen like that? I can’t believe someone could be that formidable.”

“It’s true.”

The tech-special policer seemed to enjoy gossip as well and whispered secretly, “The borders between Northern Myanmar and Nuzhou have been abuzz with this story these past few days. When Wa Xueming was trapped underground, he conflicted with the warlord faction people, single-handedly wielding an axe and blades, cutting down over a dozen of them, and managed to fight his way out of a throng of people.”

“It’s said that in the end, his eyes went bloodshot, and he even started gnawing on bones. The Bai Family relied on him to eliminate the warlord Border Defense Camp 1006. This guy rose to fame after that battle, earning the nickname Northern Myanmar’s War God. Now he’s quite formidable!”

Goodness.

The more it’s circulated, the more exaggerated it becomes.

Gu Ji didn’t recall ever single-handedly cutting down a dozen people. Given those fugitives’ prowess, surrounding him with ten would be enough to dice him into pieces.

And the part about killing and gnawing bones was even more absurd.

What is this, a movie? Like Bone-Crushing War God Mian Zhenghe?

Of course, this could also be a deliberate rumor spread by the Bai Family to help Wa Xueming establish a new persona, meant to intimidate the three prominent families and other covetous warlord factions.

Setting aside those fanciful adjectives,

Gu Ji still heard two useful pieces of information:

First, the Bai Family relied on Wa Xueming to take down the warlord surnamed Huang;

Second, Wa Xueming successfully assumed a significant role in the Jinyuan Group.

“From this, it seems the game characters I possessed learned the skills and knowledge I used in the levels?”

Gu Ji mused to himself.

He could be sure Wa Xueming himself wasn’t very capable; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been undressed and beaten by Dahai’s gang, nor had his kidney removed. So for Wa Xueming to help the Bai Family seize Border Defense Camp after the possession ended, he must have relied on external assistance.

Given that, Jian Na should have also learned my public health knowledge and some combat techniques.

But… what’s Jiang Songyuan’s situation?

Though Gu Ji was just a novice during the Laird Airport level, he had at least learned some police tactical disposition, combat, and shooting.

If Jiang Songyuan indeed inherited his abilities, under the protection of the US FBI, he shouldn’t have died so quickly, right?

After pondering, Gu Ji considered two possibilities:

Either during the first level, he hadn’t unlocked the full game permissions, so the abilities weren’t transferred to Jiang Songyuan; or the ability inheritance required certain awakening conditions or gradual triggers, and Jiang Songyuan was killed by PM Company before he could gain the abilities.

Turns out the real fool was me…

Gu Ji initially thought he received the rewards, leaving the aftermath for the possessed characters to handle, only for it to all reverse, leaving him as the “worker bee.”

Jokes aside.

He’s not afraid of characters inheriting abilities; his main concern is exposing his personal information.

Fortunately, from the current signs.

No sign of exposure yet.

After all, if the Crisis Management Game can create high-tech weapons like the [Poison Needle Trap], hiding player information should be a piece of cake.

Gao Bo was quite interested in this kind of rumor, persistently asking the tech-special policer for more details.

This dinner lasted until three in the early hours.

Back at the guesthouse, Gu Ji fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.

When he woke the next day, it was already nine in the morning.

Zhou Penghui and the anti-narcotics team had long left the room, leaving only Zhang Wenjun and Gao Bo in the guesthouse. “Hurry up and freshen up; the flight’s at 2 p.m.”

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