475: No, why is your phone ringing?

After a fierce battle, the smoke cleared.

From the perspective of the Xingchen Martial Arts Club members, the one who should have emerged from the dust was their Society Leader, Mu Feiran.

The result…

It was Shen Bei who emerged!

Although Shen Bei was covered in wounds, with flesh exposed, he looked extremely disheveled.

But as Martial Artists, how could they not see that these superficial wounds posed no threat to Shen Bei? On the contrary, they would cause Shen Bei to produce a large amount of adrenaline, making him fight with even greater vigor!

In other words, if no one could deliver a full-force blow to kill Shen Bei, none of the members present would be a match for Shen Bei.

Anyone attempting to wear down Shen Bei with a relay battle would inevitably be killed one by one by Shen Bei.

Therefore, facing Shen Bei's provocation, the members of the Xingchen Martial Arts Club were angry but dared not speak.

Not a single person dared to step forward to meet Shen Bei’s Peak killing intent at this moment!

“So…” Shen Bei smiled faintly, a rare hint of domineering ambition showing in his authoritative gaze: “You few good-for-nothings have no intention of avenging Mu Feiran, is that right?”

Good-for-nothings…

As these words were spoken, the pupils of the other Xingchen Martial Arts Club members violently contracted, their expressions twisted, and their faces were so contorted with Qi that their features blurred.

But how could they dare to speak up, looking like they were seething with impotent rage, unable to utter a single word.

Shen Bei snorted: “A bunch of lackeys, utterly useless!”

Seeing that they had quieted down, Shen Bei did not bother with them further.

After all, his purpose for coming out this time was not to fight.

Encountering Mu Feiran of the Xingchen Martial Arts Club was purely accidental.

His main objective was to meet Two Headed Vine and another intelligence agent.

Securing the Mind's Eye Potion was Shen Bei's top priority.

Shen Bei took one last look, then turned and left.

He had just taken one step.

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a modified phone lying on the ground in the messy street.

Shen Bei was startled: “I almost lost my phone.”

If the modified phone were lost, he would completely lose contact with Two Headed Vine, and Principal Qin would have to assemble another one for him.

He bent down, picked it up, and put it in his pocket.

Following the location Two Headed Vine had agreed upon.

Shen Bei walked about three kilometers to the west, arriving at the entrance of a fast-food restaurant with low popularity.

After arriving, not long after, Two Headed Vine called Shen Bei.

“Have you arrived?”

“Yes, I have.” Shen Bei, now disguised, said this while standing at the entrance.

“I’m inside the store.”

Shen Bei turned his head and saw a person sitting behind the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a phone, and waving at him.

Compared to Two Headed Vine, Big Ears was also quite interesting.

A few days ago, Shen Bei had contacted Big Ears to inquire whether Two Headed Vine was trustworthy.

After all, the “Two Headed Vine’s intelligence” that Big Ears sold to Shen Bei was quite cheap. The reason was that there was very little information with high certainty, mostly unverified rumors, and the most unreliable few could almost rival the “Top Ten High School Mysteries.”

Moreover, as an intelligence broker, Two Headed Vine had been active for less than a year, so there wasn't much information to dig up in the first place.

When it came to more reliable intelligence, Big Ears swore: Two Headed Vine should be a male no older than forty.

No one had ever seen his true face, and most of the people who cooperated with him inexplicably met with trouble for various reasons not long after.

At the same time, Big Ears also mentioned that Two Headed Vine had a history of instigating certain local underground Gangs to fight each other.

And some of the underground Gangs that Two Headed Vine had incited back then had now openly put a bounty on Two Headed Vine’s life in the black market.

In other words, anyone who had contact with Two Headed Vine could become a target for retaliation by the underground Gangs.

Shen Bei had asked at the time: “Then why did you tell me to buy intelligence from Two Headed Vine last time?”

“Compared to the local Apocalypse Cult and Headhunter Tribe, the underground Gangs Two Headed Vine provoked are, at best, just small fries,” Big Ears replied simply.

Shen Bei was speechless for a moment.

And when Shen Bei walked into this deserted fast-food restaurant and approached Two Headed Vine.

Those underground Gang members who put a bounty on Two Headed Vine's life probably wouldn't have thought, even if they scratched their heads until they went bald, that the person with the highly masculine nickname “Two Headed Vine,” which carried a strong sense of bandit slang, was actually… a female.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with a fair and pretty face, black hair neatly tied back, wearing a white t-shirt with colorful letters, a brown jacket tied around her waist, and faded light blue jeans.

She looked just like a female college student who often used her free time to play badminton with friends at the gym, perhaps also excelling in her studies, trusted by classmates and teachers alike, exuding a carefree and confident aura.

Moreover, completely unlike the emotionless impression she gave during phone calls, in person, she had a friendly and cheerful smile. If one were to describe her, she was like a stranger who would proactively help pick up a book if it accidentally fell to the ground in a library.

In front of her were three cups of milk tea, and for some reason, the milk tea contained small, spherical, transparent, strange substances that reminded Shen Bei of fish eyes.

Not only that, there were many of them, densely packed.

They seemed to have inexplicably expanded, like dried white wood ear mushrooms soaked overnight.

Only the parts clinging to the plastic cup wall were visible; more were hidden in the milk tea liquid, making Shen Bei feel uneasy.

At this moment, Two Headed Vine proactively handed a cup to Shen Bei.

“Are you surprised?” she asked.

Shen Bei took the milk tea but didn't drink it. Instead, he put it aside and replied, “I really didn't expect it.”

After speaking, Shen Bei finally remembered: the sediment in the milk tea should be sago, right?

Damn it… he was affected by “Gestalt breakdown” again.

“Whether in a work setting or in the black market, especially the latter, women are easily underestimated by men,” she explained.

“Is that why you use a name like Two Headed Vine?” Shen Bei asked curiously.

“And a voice changer too,” she added.

But at this moment, Shen Bei instinctively suspected that the face before him might not even be her true face.

The reason Shen Bei thought this was not because she showed any flaws, but because Shen Bei himself had come to meet her in disguise.

To put it bluntly, a hypocritical person sees everyone as hypocritical. So, someone like Shen Bei, who operates under a false identity, would suspect every resident of the black market they met of being in disguise, and if communicating by phone, would suspect them of using a voice changer.

Shen Bei found a seat and sat down, continuing the conversation, saying, “Since you’re worried about others seeing your true face, why are you meeting me now?”

“That answer is reserved for now; let’s wait until my client arrives. For now, I can only say that I am also compelled by circumstances; it’s not an exaggeration to say it’s a matter of life and death.”

Two Headed Vine showed a helpless smile, then composed herself and extended her right hand to Shen Bei: “In any case, please take care of me for now.”

Shen Bei felt bewildered.

But he didn't say anything.

As long as there were clues about the Mind's Eye Potion, nothing else was a problem.

The two chatted intermittently.

About ten minutes passed.

Two Headed Vine frowned: “Why isn’t this guy here yet? I’ll make a call.”

Two Headed Vine pulled out a phone, and to Shen Bei’s surprise, Two Headed Vine’s phone was also modified.

And it was exactly the same as his own phone; it seemed that underground intelligence brokers all used the same type of phone.

And as Two Headed Vine dialed, the phone in Shen Bei’s pocket rang…