Full-Time Public Enemy

"So, the bug needs to come out first to pass on the message. Then, someone is dispatched to bring that item over. The bug emerges a second time, collects the item, and delivers it back to Wei Jiangqi." Chen Gu gestured with a wave of his hand. Before him, a complete structural diagram of the prison materialized, the Mutant bug's movements highlighted in red. "On its way out, the bug took the most direct path. But on its return journey, it used a different route. The narrowest section of this particular pipeline is only slightly larger than an egg. That implies the item itself must be roughly that size."

Hou Yinan listened quietly. This special agent might indeed be very meticulous, but what's the use of analyzing so much? There's no substantive gain; isn't it just as hopeless as I am in the end?

In an ancient cave, hundreds of people wearing hoods and rough hemp clothes knelt silently.

The cave was massive, reaching hundreds of meters in height. Grooves were carved into the surrounding stone walls and filled with lamp oil. Thick wicks burned, emitting a unique fragrance and flickering black smoke. This smoke stained the cave ceiling with dark patches resembling mysterious murals.

Oil lamps—such ancient devices were exceedingly rare in this era.

The cave was silent. Then, the sound of footsteps approached from outside the entrance, causing a slight stir among the robed figures, yet no one spoke.

The footsteps entered the cave. All heads lifted, and pairs of eyes, full of anticipation, peered out from beneath their hoods, watching the newcomers.

Only four people entered, walking in a line. They were also clad in hemp clothing with hoods covering their heads. However, one of the four wore a snow-white hemp robe.

They ascended the stone steps within the cave, steadily making their way to a natural stone platform at the center. The other three knelt on the platform while the person in white slowly lifted both hands to push back their hood.

"Prophet!" The cry erupted in unison throughout the cave. Everyone kowtowed deeply, their fervor instantly soaring to its peak.

Wei Jiangqi offered a slight smile, his eyes filled with a profound sense of pity.

The fervent welcoming ceremony lasted over an hour. Each follower knelt and shuffled forward to express their "longing" for the Prophet and recount their steadfast devotion during his absence.

When it finally ended, the entire upper echelon of True Knowledge Sin—thirteen individuals in total—followed Wei Jiangqi into a series of smaller caves behind the main cavern.

These smaller caves were ancient and spartan, clearly the setting of an ascetic order, an image that severely contradicted the one True Knowledge Sin projected to the outside world.

Wei Jiangqi casually sat on a rock and asked, "How is the progress?"

One of the thirteen stepped forward. "Very smoothly."

"You set up Gu Bu's maze in the Pu Mountain Secret Prison," the man continued. "I expect those pompous, yet dim-witted special agents of the Bureau of Mystic Security are still floundering like headless flies, utterly unaware of our true objective."

"Our partner has obtained the Nebula Bomb, but there's one final safety mechanism they can't disable, preventing them from using the weapon for now."

Wei Jiangqi nodded. "We should thank the Bureau of Mystic Security. Without their protection, I couldn't have completed the final step so smoothly."

All thirteen laughed together. They took great pride in the plan, masterminded by the Prophet and executed with their assistance, which had allowed them to toy with the mighty Bureau of Mystic Security as if it were in the palm of their hand.

However, one person stepped forward and said, "Your Excellency, one of your prior arrangements was disrupted by the Bureau of Mystic Security."

Wei Jiangqi asked indifferently, "Where?"

He had made multiple arrangements before his imprisonment, all crucial to his subsequent plans. However, given the extensive timeline of the overall plan, each of these arrangements had multiple contingencies. Even if one was compromised, others were in place to supplement it.

"Planet Farsar VIII."

Wei Jiangqi's composed expression instantly turned grim. "How severe?" he asked, his voice like ice.

The man clearly sensed the Prophet's anger. He dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he reported, "Planet Farsar VIII has been completely seized by the Bureau of Mystic Security. Our painstakingly cultivated Saint's Assembly... has been entirely... entirely wiped out."

CRACK! 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

His head exploded on the spot. Flesh, bone fragments, blood, and brain matter splattered all over the others nearby.