Chapter 103: Anger Always Strikes Unexpectedly

There is no system I cannot overthrow.

Even if the goal seems far away, I will draw closer step by step.

For now, I will quietly blend into the system, then transform into a parasitic ant, nibbling away little by little, growing stronger until I reach the other shore.

...

At 8:30 p.m., Ren Zhong ended his studies early.

"Let's stop here for today. I have to go out for a bit. Tell the others I won't be coming back tonight. Ask them to get to the communal sleep pods early. Even though you’re alone over there, it’s better to be cautious."

Chen Hanyu frowned and asked, "Mr. Ren, are you going out alone again?"

Ren Zhong waved his hand, "No, tonight I’m going to see Manager Ju."

Chen Hanyu suddenly understood and relaxed. "Oh, I see. Then you can finally have a good rest tonight. Don’t overwork yourself; make sure to get enough sleep."

"Mm, I’m off then."

Inside the private lab of Ju Qingmeng at the arms market, a set of five second-level exoskeleton components lay neatly on the workbench.

Ju Qingmeng, still wearing a tight tank top, was busy amidst the smell of machine oil.

Though delayed by two days since last time, Ren Zhong had indeed upgraded his gear.

But this time, it was different.

Using sponsorship from Lin Wang and following his instructions, Ren Zhong had upgraded his equipment to match his role as a professional backup team member.

To fit the persona of "borrowing money for gear," Ren Zhong confidently raised the budget, increasing the total expenditure from 2,800 points last time for a minor upgrade of the second-level exoskeleton to 6,000 points now.

"I gave you twelve thousand, why did you only spend six thousand?" Ju Qingmeng looked up from the pile of parts, surprised as Ren Zhong handed her a tool.

Ren Zhong replied, "I’m now a subordinate team member under Lin Wang’s wing. He’s very suspicious; if I upgrade too quickly, he might worry about my ambitions spiraling out of control and fear being replaced by me."

"True, I’ve heard of Lin Wang’s reputation."

"So no rush. I want to get used to the second-level exoskeleton’s capabilities first. When the time is right, I’ll take it further."

"Good thinking. Help me grab the micro-electric measurement device over there."

"Got it."

At 11:30 p.m., Ju Qingmeng smiled brightly as she looked at Ren Zhong wearing a moderately modified second-level exoskeleton.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled—whether from pride in her work or admiration for the man’s heroic and handsome figure clad in armor, no one could tell.

Though outwardly similar to standard second-level armor, the performance had already surpassed the usual limits.

The main upgrades were as follows:

1. Tier-three scanner.

2. Advanced upgrade to the energy transmission system, providing a maximum output power of 500 kilowatts.

3. Transmission system enhancement, with material performance able to withstand instantaneous output of 500 kilowatts.

4. Reinforced dual-shoulder small cannons capable of firing second-level thumb grenades.

5. Upgraded sighting and detection system.

6. Enhanced arc-light slashing blade.

Ren Zhong carefully raised his hand and drew his blade, cautiously swinging it in the cramped, chaotic lab.

His movements were simple, yet they carried the refined beauty of countless practiced hours.

Ju Qingmeng softly gasped, "If I remember correctly, this is your first time wearing a second-level exoskeleton, right? I made so many modifications; it’s completely different from standard gear. How are you so proficient?"

Ren Zhong paused slightly. "This design is based on Sidemel’s insights. I tested it repeatedly in virtual reality."

Ju Qingmeng frowned sharply. "Virtual reality? When did you get a level-four wristwatch?"

Ren Zhong hesitated. Sometimes, one lie requires countless more to cover it up.

When borrowing money two evenings ago, Ren Zhong instinctively hid the level-four wristwatch.

Even that morning at the market while staking out Wang Zhaofu, the careful Ren Zhong kept the secret.

Until now.

"After you lent me money that night, I realized virtual reality training was crucial, so I adjusted my budget accordingly," he said awkwardly, caught red-handed misappropriating funds.

Ju Qingmeng frowned deeply, clearly displeased.

Ren Zhong sighed inwardly. Maybe it’s better to be honest with people on my side from now on.

Lying is a bad habit.

He shouldn’t have taken shortcuts just to save time and effort; he should have let her experience the aura of a stock market god.

...

Hearing this, Ju Qingmeng sighed, shook her wrist, and reproached, "You could have told me you needed a level-four wristwatch earlier. Silly. You can use mine—I still have a level-three one I haven’t sold yet. It’d be a waste not to."

Ren Zhong suddenly understood.

He awkwardly replied, "Ah, really? That’s my mistake. But a level-four wristwatch earns quite a bit daily, and you need it too. I can buy another one without issue."

Ju Qingmeng rolled her eyes. "We’re just starting out; saving a little is no harm."

After saying this, she stood and stretched. "I stayed up late again tonight, so I won’t go home. You can just sleep here."

"Okay."

Before falling asleep, Ju Qingmeng asked, "By the way, are you going to consign your first-level exoskeleton?"

Ren Zhong shook his head, "I agreed to sell it to Wang Zhaofu."

"How much did he offer?"

"Eighteen hundred. I’m meeting him tomorrow night."

"Not bad. But these businessmen are sly—be careful, don’t get swindled."

"Don’t worry, with your backing, he wouldn’t dare."

Ju Qingmeng smiled sweetly, "True enough. Sleep well, good night."

"Good night."

...

On the evening of Day 18, 6:30 p.m., Night Eternal, VIP Room 9.

Two half-brothers—different fathers, mothers, surnames, and even eras—met again in a bar.

Wang Zhaofu marveled at Ren Zhong’s rapid gear upgrades, praising him endlessly.

He was generous with money, no need for inspection; after tax, 1,800 was swiftly deposited into Ren Zhong’s account.

After the deal, they slid into the social scene of toasts and drinks.

The atmosphere remained lively, only missing a couple of entertainment industry workers to complete the trio of male pleasures.

Wang Fatty, a professional social butterfly, pulled out all sorts of quotes and theories when Ren Zhong declined his offers.

Even worse, this fatso began playing tricks.

Around 8 p.m., just as Ren Zhong, full and satisfied, was about to leave, Wang Fatty returned with company.

Pretending to go to the restroom, he had persuaded the madam at Night Eternal to bring back two of the top hostesses.

The two women wore revealing sheer fabrics that hinted at their curves, their beauty and figures were top-tier.

Along with their professionally trained coy expressions, their allure was deadly, worthy of the star-studded town’s renowned pleasure industry.

What was worse, the two had shoulders slick as if oiled. As soon as Wang Fatty closed the door, their delicate sheer skirts slid down automatically.

"Little brother Ren, you can’t blame me. I’ve been coming to Starfire Town so often lately and neglecting Night Eternal’s business. My old flame, the madam, has her complaints. I really couldn’t refuse," Wang Fatty said, pushing one of the women toward Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong’s scalp tingled, and he quickly stood, squeezing toward the door while saying, "Maybe another day, not tonight. I’ve got an appointment with Manager Ju."

Wang Zhaofu chuckled knowingly, "Heh heh heh! I knew it—Manager Ju isn’t like those flashy girls. You said the right words, huh? Cultured people really are different."

Ren Zhong didn’t care where his mind wandered and answered, "Yes, yes."

Wang Fatty didn’t insist but sighed, "Alright, another time then. But I spent the money and brought everyone here; can’t waste it. I won’t hold back!"

Ren Zhong: "Enjoy yourself."

"Yeah, yeah. Little brother Ren, go on, don’t keep Manager Ju waiting."

Wang Fatty shrugged off his shirt, revealing a flabby, trembling bare torso.

Gross! Ren Zhong couldn’t bear to look, covering his face as he left the room and slammed the door shut.

He sighed deeply, wiping cold sweat from his brow.

He thought bitterly:

Even networking experts risk losing their dignity.

And having to call this greasy fatso a colleague is truly fatal.

This world is full of traps everywhere.

Ren Zhong descended the stairs and entered the hall.

The place was still ablaze with neon lights, bustling crowds, and deafening noise.

The pounding music was ear-splitting.

The honeycomb array of multicolored spotlights on the ceiling flashed and spun wildly.

Men and women swayed in the dance floor, embracing to feel warmth and moisture; others lounged on sofas in the VIP area, carefree and unrestrained.

Some raised glasses, downing cheap liquor like water.

In the shadows, dozens of naked, pale scavengers writhed like white maggots.

In such an atmosphere, not only female sex workers but also half-professional female scavengers mingled, standing their ground against many.

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