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It was clearly a social media account.
International account.
There is only one group on that account.
The Devil Concentration Camp.
The group consists of a group of the most evil, most elite and most fearsome people of the International Association.
Although he had never met most of the people in this group, he got along well with them. They often gathered together to sabotage the transactions of those big bosses.
Su Huiqing's account was one of them.
Deep in the International Association.
A tall figure came out of the bathroom. He headed to his computer while wiping his hair, his demeanor relaxed and lazy.
An icon in the lower right corner jumps. He casually moved his mouse and clicked it.
Not many people are looking for it. He typed with one hand while the other continued to wipe his hair with a towel.
Till…
The black-and-white icon was extended to the chat window, which contained a single line of words:
'Help me investigate this person named Ning Wenxue. It is better if you can dig up information about everyone connected to it.’
Not many people in the International Association dared to speak to him in this manner.
The slender fingers of the man suddenly stopped.
His dark eyes widened and became a deep black abyss.
He slowly turned his gaze to the name of the person. Those were just two simple words: Su S.
It felt like it took him a long time to confirm the name.
In the end, he threw his towel aside and typed firmly with both hands: 'Are you really him?'
No one dared to hack his account and pretend to be him.
Especially that tone…
But he could not throw away the possibility of one of his subordinates logging into his account, and imitating his cold and concise demeanor.
The man lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. His face remained expressionless, but those sharp eyes remained fixed on the computer screen.
Su Huiqing looked at his reply and reached out to type a reply. He does not admit or deny anything.
He simply replied: 'A bottle of high-level potions in return for your information. I will ask the God of Assassins to give you that potion.”
The person he was looking for was the founder of the Devil Concentration Camp. He uses the code name "Intelligence Agency Number One" and is the head of the Intelligence Agency of the International Association.
The two had a good relationship and had worked together in some cases before.
Thinking of this, Su Huiqing flicked her eyelashes and pursed her lips. The last person to communicate with him during the previous international battle was.
He raised his hand from the keyboard, as he turned his gaze coldly to the name of his own code in the group. The number one mercenary.
Chi Qing was also inside. Number One Killer.
Chi Yue: Hacker Number One.
It is clear that everyone in this group is the number one person internationally recognized. The elites of the elites.
Only Chi Qing held his absolute trust.
Upon seeing that his message had been successfully sent, Su Huiqing walked out of his account. These social media accounts are not a type of secret on Unknown Island. It will appear as long as someone enters. In fact, others may be able to track activity logs ... The International Association will probably be shaken by the news in less than two days.
Su Huiqing knew the consequences of logging into this account, but as long as he did not actively appear, no one would be able to find him.
Now, he only cares about two things. One of them was the Ning Family.
The second was the promise of high-level potions.
Even within the International Association, high-level potions were priceless. Some strong people monopolize all available stock.
Once, a high level potion appeared on the black market, and someone used the entire country under his control to exchange it.
Potion makers may seem richer than most countries, but most of their money is spent on obtaining rare herbal ingredients.
Even though he was a high-tier herb maker, there was no way he could concoct a high-tier potion if he did not have the necessary ingredients.
In fact, the information about the Ning Family was not worth this high price.
But he intended to give her this high level potion as some sort of extra compensation.
Su Huiqing raised his hand to wipe his brows, hiding a cold and sharp glint in his eyes.
He stood in front of the window and pondered a few things, before calling.
He no longer cared about other things.
That was why he did not realize that by the time he logged out of his account, the group that had been actively chatting had suddenly become quiet for five minutes.
Everyone who is online all stops at the same time.
They stared at the profile that suddenly lit up.
Someone who has been offline for two months, and even announced that he would never return—what would it be like if that person suddenly went online again?
The group all knew that Su S and the Killing God were close.
Just returning from the production team, Chi Qing leaned back on the sofa and opened her phone. The notification that appeared almost made his phone crash.
He scanned through the flood of notifications, his eyes narrowing slightly.
They haven't found the mastermind behind it all.
He had not been able to expose the Chairman, so he only gave a short and cold answer.
Nevertheless, the slight smile on her lips indicated that she was in a good mood. With his thin black bangs, his entire body seemed to glow.
It seemed like Su Huiqing had just logged back into his old account.
But this signifies the first step to her return.
The assistant came with a notebook, and stopped. He felt that Lord Qing looked different from usual. His smile was more than handsome.
It makes a person's heart beat fast.
The assistant quickly calmed down and opened the laptop. He clicked a video. "God Qing, Director Lu asks do you know this person?"
Chi Qing placed her hands behind her head and looked at her casually.
In the video, a grim figure slowly raised his head.
Chi Qing's eyes grew silent upon seeing that figure.
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