CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 144: EXPOSURE

After being inexplicably abused, the Little White Pig dared not make a sound. Although Red Flame had been in human form for many years, his fierce nature hadn’t changed at all.

If they were around Luojia, these guys would be as docile as puppies, not so violent.

Luckily, after Red Flame vented for a bit, he was fine. At least he wouldn’t abuse a pig anymore.

The hacker Bai Yutang hired didn’t gather any useful information.

Little White Pig was annoyed with Bai Yutang but couldn’t show it on its face. It felt that Red Flame might have a crush on Bai Yutang and that’s why he deliberately bullied it.

Having been with Luojia for so long, Red Flame always had a bit more tenderness for beautiful women.

Little White Pig didn’t need Bai Yutang to gather intelligence; it just wandered outside Yuanlong Mansion every day.

As long as that aura appeared again, it would surely find it.

Yan Qingge had no idea that a pig was keeping an eye on her outside. She’d been in seclusion for four days and her cultivation had progressed significantly.

Although she hadn’t broken through the bottleneck, she already saw the threshold of Silver.

Without a doubt, the Secret Technique given by Blood Shadow had no flaws.

Next, it was their turn to fulfill their promise and hand over the Dimensional Silver Mirror to Blood Shadow.

Being an invaluable Marvel worth billions, neither Yan Qingge nor Yan Qingfeng dared to neglect it. The two sat in the room all day, waiting for Blood Shadow’s message.

At nine in the evening, Yan Qingge finally received a message from Blood Shadow, asking her to meet at the usual place.

Yan Qingge placed the Dimensional Silver Mirror in the hidden pocket of her chest, armed herself with various weapons, and then rode her motorcycle to the long embankment of Celestial Water River.

As soon as Yan Qingge set off, Yan Miao informed Yan Liu.

To keep an eye on Yan Qingge, Yan Miao secretly installed electronic devices on her motorcycle and scanning devices on her specially made combat boots.

Yan Miao was the tech specialist responsible for maintaining Yan Qingge’s combat equipment. Making some sneaky modifications was no trouble at all.

This time, Yan Miao also deployed multiple unmanned drones.

These drones could fly at an altitude of ten thousand meters, observing the ground through optical and other observational methods.

Some were as small as mosquito-sized drones, looking exactly like mosquitoes, even possessing some mosquito physiological characteristics. They could discreetly track enemies.

In short, the Yan Family invested a large amount of manpower and resources to locate Blood Shadow.

Their requirement was quite simple: as long as they captured Blood Shadow’s image, that would suffice.

At the same time, they could issue a warrant.

Yan Qingge was completely unaware and sensed nothing unusual. Because Yan Miao had told her drones would be used for tracking, to prevent accidents.

Yan Qingge saw nothing wrong with this.

The levitating motorcycle flew by in the sky, attracting many people on the ground to stop and watch. Some cursed the wealthy for being arrogant, banned from flying, yet they flew around recklessly every day thanks to their power.

Footage from drones capturing from multiple angles was synced to Yan Liu and the others.

Dozens of light screens showed Yan Qingge from all angles. Clad in a tight black combat robe, her posture on the motorcycle showcased the curves of her hips and legs.

Amidst her heroic demeanor, there was an enticing allure.

Zhu Hong suddenly let out a strange laugh, "This woman’s ass is quite something."

Yan Liu coldly glanced at Zhu Hong, "Mind your foul mouth. She’s part of the direct lineage and a Tenth-level Swordsman. She’s not someone you can covet."

Zhu Hong, a bald brute, casually rubbed his shiny scalp, "What’s there to be afraid of talking? No matter how awesome she is, she’s still a woman, and isn’t she meant to be with men?"

Such crude words were unbearable for Yan Liu. However, someone like Zhu Hong, who lived life on the edge, was reckless in both words and actions.

Although Yan Liu was resentful, he couldn’t lose his temper with Zhu Hong over such a trivial matter.

The others snickered as well, looking at the screens with lecherous eyes.

Zhu Hong watched for a while but got bored, placing his legs on the table, showing a big foot.

He muttered to himself, "Who the hell knows which rat stole one of my socks."

The crowd burst into laughter, paying no heed. With so many experts around, a mouse would be easily spotted. Besides, with Zhu Hong’s stinky feet, why would a mouse want his sock?

Zhu Hong was a reckless brute, often losing things, misplacing a sock was nothing unusual.

Yan Liu didn’t bother with Zhu Hong either; Yan Qingge had already dismounted her motorcycle and entered the wooded depths of the long embankment on the screen.

A few mosquito detectors flapped their wings, silently following Yan Qingge.

A few bird-mimicking drones gracefully flew above Yan Qingge.

Additional medium-sized drones deployed mouse-shaped bionic scanners, with several mechanical mice scurrying through the woods, keeping close to Yan Qingge’s steps.

Under such circumstances, even if Blood Shadow emerged from the underground, he would immediately reveal his form and true appearance.

Zhu Hong was also silent now, and the group intently stared at the light screen.

Suddenly, a flash of white light, and all the screens went dark simultaneously.

Yan Liu was startled: "Electromagnetic bomb."

Within a ten-kilometer radius, all electronic devices were strongly impacted by the electromagnetic pulse. Various drones and monitoring devices were all destroyed by the electromagnetic blast.

Although drones at an altitude of ten thousand meters did not receive a direct impact, their wireless detection signals were heavily interfered with, leaving nothing but a dazzling white spot on the screen.

Yan Liu and the others’ faces were ashen, yet they were utterly helpless.

Yan Qingge, who was in the thick of it, had no idea what had happened.

The high-intensity electronic pulse had no direct impact on people, but the electronic monitoring devices on Yan Qingge’s body emitted streaks of black smoke, immediately making her aware that she had been hit by an electromagnetic pulse attack.

Yan Qingge was both shocked and furious. Shocked at the ruthlessness of Blood Shadow’s means, and furious that her body had been equipped with multiple monitoring devices without her knowledge.

At this time, the paralyzed mini-drones were falling to the ground, their electronic components sparking with crackling sounds.

In the dusky forest, the flashing electric lights were quite glaring.

Yan Qingge didn’t know if Blood Shadow had arrived, she nervously explained in a low voice, "Mr. Blood Shadow, I’m unaware of all this. It must be someone at home doing things behind my back. I will definitely investigate when I return and give you an explanation..."

Yan Qingge received no response, standing there anxiously, afraid that Blood Shadow would immediately come and kill her.

After waiting several minutes, Yan Qingge suddenly sensed something was wrong. She reached for her chest and found the Dimensional Silver Mirror in her Combat Robe was gone.

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Qingge’s back instantly. She was a Level 10 Swordsman, fully able to control every muscle and bone in her body.

She could sense the slightest change in her body.

The Dimensional Silver Mirror weighed half a pound and was hidden in her inner pocket. Even if someone just touched it, she could sense it.

Now, the Dimensional Silver Mirror had been taken away silently.

Even more terrifying, a long time had passed before she sensed something was amiss. If the other party wanted to kill her, she didn’t know how many times she would have died by now.

Yan Qingge had been practicing the Flying Swallow Sword Secret Technique these past days, feeling significant progress. For Blood Shadow to take the Dimensional Silver Mirror without her knowing was truly beyond comprehension, leaving a deep shadow in her heart.

Emerging from the forest, Yan Qingge found that the electronic control of her motorcycle was also completely destroyed.

She sighed and slowly walked back along the long embankment.

Blood Shadow hadn’t harmed her, but silently shattered her confidence.

Although Yan Qingge wouldn’t collapse from this, her spirit was inevitably dampened. She clearly understood that Blood Shadow’s rudeness was a severe warning about her actions.

Yan Qingge held back a breath in her heart, pondering whether to kill a couple of guys to establish her authority when she returned.

Otherwise, others might really think she’s just a pushover.

There were no streetlights on this section of the embankment, making it particularly dim. As Yan Qingge was lost in thought, a few men suddenly emerged from the roadside.

Their faces painted with strange colors, dressed in bizarre clothing, they were the embodiment of underclass thugs.

These young people at the bottom have no upward mobility, yet live worry-free lives. Some get lost and become these thugs.

Thugs pursue so-called individuality, dressing flamboyantly, covered in chaotic tattoos, repeatedly crossing the boundaries of law and morality.

"Hey girl, where are you headed..." one guy reached out to block Yan Qingge, grinning wickedly.

"Where’s your motorcycle?" another kid asked.

They had clearly seen Yan Qingge ride over on her maglev motorcycle, and out of curiosity, they gathered around for excitement.

Unexpectedly, they managed to corner Yan Qingge here.

Yan Qingge’s looks and being alone sparked malicious intent in the group.

One person shone a flashlight in Yan Qingge’s face, "Pretty face, the brothers are happy today, come play with us."

Yan Qingge said coldly: "Get lost."

The thug, upset at being cursed, drew a gun from behind his waist, pointing it at Yan Qingge, "Little bitch, don’t court death!"

"You’re the ones courting death."

Yan Qingge’s voice suddenly rose, and the Source Power sound waves, unleashed by the Level 10 Swordsman, pierced their ears like invisible nails.

The thugs shuddered and collapsed to the ground, their consciousness shattered by the intense sonic impact. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would become idiots from now on.

After disciplining the thugs, Yan Qingge’s resentment grew stronger, "All kinds of riffraff dare bully her!"

Yan Qingge walked back to Yuanlong Mansion with a strong murderous aura.

The Little White Pig spotted Yan Qingge’s unusual state from afar, delightedly saying, "I have found that guy’s scent! Blood Shadow, let’s see where you can hide this time!"