Upon walking out of the gates of the Silver Moon Court, Chen Miemie's information seemed to have already been entered into some sort of system within the society.
The outer members guarding the entrance gave him a slight nod, clearly aware that he was now one of their own.
Chen Miemie felt that relying solely on facial recognition was somewhat lax.
Someone who could change faces, like the school beauty Yi Shuangzi, could easily sneak in.
Of course, it was just a passing thought; he didn't dwell on it.
Normal security checks involved either facial recognition or scanning a watch, like they did at school.
These measures only worked against ordinary people. If a Mystery genuinely intended to invade, no amount of security could stop them.
After selling Chen Miemie out, Vice President Leng Ruxue vanished without a trace.
Even though Leng Ruxue fled, he did do one decent thing: he arranged for a car to wait at the entrance to handle Chen Miemie's transportation.
The driver was an outer member of the Silver Moon Court, a balding man who looked to be in his forties.
"Hello, Mr. Chen Miemie. I am the society's dedicated driver. Everyone calls me Old Li. For the next few weeks, whenever you need to go anywhere, I am at your service."
"Hello, Uncle Li. Just call me Chen Miemie. I'll be troubling you for a while."
The driver was a professional, and the car was a special vehicle exclusively for the society, marked with a large Frost Moon emblem.
Chen Miemie got in the car.
This was his second time riding in a private car; the first time was when he visited the Jiang family.
In this world, cars weren't expensive, but drivers were.
The fact that the car was built like a sealed box meant that danger could strike at any moment on the road. The driver not only needed the skill to drive blindfolded but also had to be ready to face the mist at all times.
Just like now, ordinary people were under curfew and rarely went out. Mystics could move freely because they had special skills and something to rely on. But this driver, caught in the middle, was truly risking his life just to go to work.
How could such a job not be expensive?
"Uncle Li, do you know the address of the Cross-City Logistics Company?"
"Yes, I do."
"Alright, let's head there first."
It was just past ten in the morning, the perfect time for Chen Miemie to investigate.
There was only one Cross-City Logistics Company in the entire city, serving as both an office and a receiving point for goods sent to other cities.
It was quite a distance away, in the western part of Sixiang City.
There were few cars on the road, and traffic was smooth. A little past ten-thirty, the car arrived at the Cross-City Logistics Company.
Chen Miemie went inside alone while Uncle Li waited in the car.
With the entire city halting work and school, the Cross-City Logistics Company was one of the few places that hadn't completely shut down.
"How can I help you, sir?" the receptionist asked politely. Anyone wandering outside right now was no ordinary person.
"I'd like to check the specific logistics information of a package that was delivered to me."
"Certainly. What is your name? Please show me your smartwatch."
"Chen Miemie."
"Beep." The watch passed the scan.
"Mr. Chen Miemie, our delivery system shows that the week before last, a small package from the Tea Party, sent by Selene, was signed for."
The Tea Party was one of the 100 cities, the stronghold of the witches.
"What was the exact time and location of the signing? Was it signed by me personally?"
"Specifically, it was on the fifth day of the week before last, Golden Eternal Moon Day, at 3:20 PM. It was signed for by your friend at the delivery address, Room 1803 of the Paradise Building."
"Can the deliveryman who brought it to Room 1803 of the Paradise Building be contacted now?"
"Please wait a moment... I see here that the deliveryman has already resigned."
"When did he resign?"
"On the first day of last week."
"Could you give me his contact information?"
"Sir, what is this about?"
"There's a problem with my package, and I need to ask the deliveryman about the situation."
"Um, alright. Here is his contact information."
"His name is Zhou Shuang... Only a watch number? Is there a residential address?"
"I'm sorry, that is his personal privacy, and I can't see it either."
"He? He's a man, right?"
"Yes, most of our staff are male."
"How long did this Zhou Shuang work at your company, and what was his reason for leaving?"
Perhaps because Chen Miemie was asking too many questions, the receptionist began to hesitate.
Chen Miemie slightly adjusted his posture to better display the Silver Moon Court society brooch on his clothes.
Those authorized to wear the brooch were all internal members of the society, mystics whom ordinary people did not want to provoke.
Only then did the receptionist speak again:
"Zhou Shuang worked at our company for four or five years. His resignation was very sudden, and everyone found it strange. However, he just sent a message and never showed up again. It seems he doesn't even plan to collect his last half-month's salary."
"Didn't any colleagues who knew him go to his house to check on the situation?"
"Probably not, I haven't heard of any. Although it was a bit sudden, if he wanted to leave, there was no need for others to stop him."
"Alright, thank you. If you get any news about him later, please let me know."
"Okay."
Chen Miemie walked out of the Cross-City Logistics Company.
"Uncle Li, let's make a trip to the municipal agency that manages housing information in the city."
"Are we going to the Housing Management Bureau?"
"The Housing Management Bureau can look up property ownership information, right?"
"They can, but you can't check other people's property. You can only check what's registered under your own name."
"What if I want to check the house I am currently living in?"
"If it doesn't belong to you or your relatives, then you can't check it. You'd be better off finding the building manager."
"Building manager, right! I haven't even met the manager of the South District Building yet. Thanks, Uncle Li, take me home."
"Okay."
Downstairs at the South District Building, after watching the car drive away, Chen Miemie turned and headed to the building manager's office.
Sitting in the office was a very young teenager who looked to be about the same age as Chen Miemie.
He held a puzzle toy similar to a nine-linked ring in his hands, constantly trying different combinations.
"Are you the manager of this South District Building?"
"If you have something to say, spit it out. I'm busy."
Young people really were different, full of personality.
Chen Miemie smiled. He actually liked this kind of person who spoke bluntly but was clearly straightforward. What he disliked were those who were too calculating, hiding their true feelings while pretending to be friendly.
"I want to contact my landlord. He's gone missing."
"Room number?"
"Room 1803."
"The 18th floor? No one lives on the 18th floor." The young man put down his nine-linked ring puzzle and looked up, staring at Chen Miemie.
Chen Miemie: ...
What kind of manager is this? Am I not a person? Is the clown in Room 1805 not a person? And what about the driver in Room 1801 that the clown mentioned, is he not a person?
Chen Miemie waved the door keys in his hand.
The young man was serious for only a split second before immediately returning to his indifferent attitude:
"Oh, since you've moved in, come and register. When did you move in? How many people are in your household?"
Chen Miemie really wanted to take back his previous assessment of not disliking him. He wanted to go over and punch him twice.
He had clearly come to gather information, but he ended up meeting a slacker and becoming the information provider instead.
"First, tell me who the homeowner is."
The young man wasn't having it: "Do you think I'm an idiot? You're already living there, yet you don't know who the homeowner is? Are you squatting illegally?"
Seeing that the soft approach wasn't working, Chen Miemie decided to switch tactics and play hardball.
He once again revealed his half-hidden brooch: "I advise you to cooperate. I'm with the South Lord Society around here. Crossing me won't end well for you."
The young man was clearly frightened, looking absolutely stunned: "You... you..."
Chen Miemie looked smug: "As long as you know fear, there's still hope for you. Hurry up and confess."
The young man suddenly jumped up.
"Well then, you... not only are you illegally occupying a residence, but you actually have the nerve to impersonate a member of the South Lord Society! You've got some real guts!"
Chen Miemie sneered inwardly: Just a young kid, and he thinks he can bluff me.
"Think carefully before you speak. Baselessly slandering my identity will only add to your crimes."
The young man was astounded by Chen Miemie's sheer audacity: "If you're from the South Lord Society, I'll take your last name."
Chen Miemie's face darkened: "What makes you say I'm not?"
Smack!
The young man pulled a bird-shaped brooch from his pocket and slammed it onto the table:
"Because I am from the South Lord Society."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
