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After a night of deep sleep, Jufeng stretched his body and stood up, pulling back the curtains in the living room. The morning sunlight flooded in.
Taking a deep breath of the warm sunlight, Jufeng immediately felt refreshed. It had been a week since he arrived on this unknown planet. Aside from visiting Yang Fang at Yang Chou on the first day and attending a few banquets at Yang Fang's invitation, he had not stepped outside again. He had been living a life of bliss with his wife—at least that was how it appeared to Terrorist.
When Jufeng returned from Yang Chou, he keenly sensed that someone was watching him. Not only him, but during his strolls to visit Hua Cheng and others, he noticed they were also being monitored, and the surveillance was so discreet that even the military-trained Hua Cheng and his companions failed to notice.
After Jufeng pointed it out, they became aware of their situation and spent the week indoors, quietly waiting for Terrorist's orders, fulfilling their roles as subordinates.
However, the watchers were unaware that their actions had already been exposed. When they reported to Yang Chou, their accounts were all similar because there was nothing substantial to report. Little did they know, they had been deceived—and quite tragically at that.
Firstly, Jufeng was familiarizing himself with Terrorist's strategic deployments every night after everyone else had gone to bed. He moved like a ghost without anyone noticing.
Secondly, there was Jufeng's own grievance. There was no joy in their supposed happiness; it was all a façade. At night, in a bedroom and a living room, the lonely nights on this unknown planet left Jufeng tossing and turning in the empty room.
In Yang Chou's villa area, the subordinate responsible for monitoring came to report on Jufeng's activities.
Hearing each unchanging and mundane response made Yang Chou frown deeply, unknowingly adopting an air of military authority in his tone.
"Are you sure you've investigated thoroughly? You monitored even his entourage? No signs of any activity?!"
The head of the operation quickly bowed his head, unable to meet Yang Chou's gaze. The leader's skepticism made him speak with a tremor in his voice.
"Yes, boss. I've increased our manpower. Aside from Yang Ge often dining with him, he hasn't left home at all—just spending time with his wife."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chou fell silent for a long time. The quiet room made the subordinate feel increasingly anxious.
Finally, he spoke in a low voice: "You can go now. Withdraw your men; there's no need for further surveillance."
The subordinate quickly expressed his gratitude and left. Shortly after, a young figure emerged from the inner office.
Yang Chou did not look up, still deep in thought, but his voice directed a question toward the young man.
"Flowering Talent, what do you think of that person called Ju Feng?"
The young man stepped out of the shadows into the sunlight, revealing himself to be Chen Tan Hua, the first person Jufeng encountered on this Terrorist planet who exuded a sense of danger.
Chen Tan Hua wore a smile that seemed effortless, radiating warmth from his mouth to his eyes, making him instantly likable.
He replied, "Boss, I think he is very dangerous. He is definitely not as simple as Yang Ge. From what I can see of his skills, he must be hiding something... perhaps he is not beneath me."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chou's brows furrowed even deeper, resembling a chasm.
"These fools think their surveillance skills are so advanced; they have no idea they’ve already been discovered."
"Is he an undercover?" Yang Chou vented his frustration before calmly addressing Chen Tan Hua again.
"At the very least... he is not an ordinary person."
Yang Chou paused for a moment and slowly said, "It seems we need to give this person a strong dose of pressure to peel back his layers and see what color his heart truly is."
Chen Tan Hua smiled like clear water, noncommittal in his response.
...
A day passed peacefully, and as night fell heavily, Jufeng stood by the balcony, shrouded in darkness. While the outside world could not see in, he could gaze out.
Before long, Vera gracefully approached him, her dark skin becoming even harder to discern in the dim light.
Standing side by side, they gazed ahead. "Have they left?" Vera asked softly.
"Yes, they left in the afternoon."
Vera felt a moment of calmness. He couldn't really believe that Yang Chou had relaxed his vigilance towards them, trusting them completely in just a week. The departure of the surveillance personnel only indicated that Yang Chou found their presence ineffective and intended to seek other methods.
The unknown is the most terrifying, so the days ahead would likely not be easy.
Jufeng turned slightly, his expression serious. He raised his hand, intending to comfort Vera.
However, Vera was already prepared. He stepped back, his gaze fixed on Jufeng, exuding a threatening aura.
Jufeng awkwardly withdrew his hand and chuckled at Vera's wide-eyed glare, attempting to salvage the atmosphere he had just created, but it all fell flat.
"I'll go outside and see if Yang Chou has any further plans. Better to be prepared."
Without waiting for any response from Vera, he vanished from the balcony, leaving only a curtain billowing in the wind.
Vera gazed calmly into the endless night, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth, lost in thought.
This was a base for the Terrorists, merely one of many. According to Yang Fang, there was another group of Terrorists located a thousand kilometers away, but their leader was not a Bald Donkey.
Jufeng slipped into the night, his whereabouts unknown. This area was vast and expansive; if one included training grounds and transfer stations, it could easily encompass an entire city. Jufeng could not fully scout it out in such a short time; his immediate target lay within Yang Chou's heavily guarded villa complex.
He had attempted infiltration several times, but it was not easy. There were not only human defenses but also various sensing beams and electronic surveillance forming a Web of Protection that made it difficult for even a fly to enter—this was Jufeng's main dilemma.
Navigating familiar places, Jufeng could only access two outer buildings, but there was nothing worth considering inside—just dormitories for Yang Chou's Royal Guard.
Jufeng could not kill, as that would undoubtedly alert the enemy. With a certain level of skill, one could confuse others and gather information without anyone noticing. However, Jufeng had only learned a few superficial techniques while battling Utada Hikaru; to truly master them would require significant time and effort.
Suddenly, Jufeng leaped onto the platform of a building. This area was a blind spot with a wide view, making it easier to observe the entire region. He carefully scanned the surroundings, mentally calculating the potential time differences for application. It was a demanding task, yet for Jufeng, who was rapidly advancing in mech skills, it was not insurmountable.
Out of nowhere, a breeze brushed past his ear, suddenly feeling more urgent, as if the temperature had risen several degrees.
Jufeng narrowed his eyes and abruptly vanished from his original spot. Almost simultaneously, a swift figure appeared two meters behind him.
Jufeng reappeared two meters to the side of his previous position. Under the gentle night breeze, the two figures faced each other in mid-air.
Truly impressive for a young person!
(To be continued)
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