166: How to use a woman's body 1

Jiang Feng stopped looking at them and shook his wristband.

A faint blue light projected a screen. He deliberately did not hide it, and the interface was clearly displayed before the two sisters.

A simple message box popped up, containing only the solitary codename "Aladdin 1314."

[Anonymous A: aladdin, it's time to point the gun at Fobler. Settle his accounts.]

[Aladdin 1314: I've been ready for a long time.]

Sumita and Parvati held their breath, their eyes fixed on the floating screen.

The name "Aladdin 1314" struck their minds like a clap of thunder.

This mysterious Hacker, who had destroyed the Garol Gang with unstoppable momentum—the true source of the flames that shot into the sky above White Elephant Manor was indeed right here, right beside "Anonymous A"!

'He is indeed an ally of aladdin!'

Their heartbeats suddenly accelerated, threatening to burst out of their chests.

But at this moment, they exchanged glances, feeling only relief, not complication.

White Elephant Manor looked like a home, but in reality, it was a terrifying den of iniquity.

They did not regret their choice; with every passing second, their resolve grew stronger.

Jiang Feng opened the forum he frequently checked; the screen automatically enlarged, occupying half of his view.

The familiar interface of the Superluminal Forum, where information streams scrolled like a waterfall, suddenly popped up.

Immediately afterward, as if an invisible giant hand had simultaneously lit the fuses.

Dozens, hundreds of brand new, bold, red, explosive post titles, like magma erupting from hell, burst open at the very top of the forum homepage. Every title was like a bullet, flying with absolute precision toward the same person.

[EXPLOSIVE! Full Records of Director Fobler of District 03 Public Security Bureau and the Garol Gang's Secret Funds Pool!]

[Shocking Inside Story! The Human Parts Trade Chain Sheltered by Fobler, Victim List Exposed!]

[HD Video! Live Footage of Director Fobler's 'Private Parties' at 'White Elephant Manor'!]

[Ironclad Evidence! Decrypted Files of Thousands of Vicious Homicide Cases Fobler Ordered to Cover Up!]

[List of the Fobler Family's Secret Accounts Outside Earth Alliance Space and Massive Unidentified Assets!]

The information stream was like an uncontrolled flood crest, frantically surging, piling up, and exploding upward.

Below every post, massive amounts of pictures, scanned documents, encrypted communication records, and even clear surveillance footage clips... poured out simultaneously like a torrential downpour!

The source came from dozens of different anonymous nodes spread throughout the Solar System.

The forum's servers hummed under the strain, and the virtual interface even suffered momentary lag and tearing!

A tsunami of data surged forward, carrying a chilling, bone-deep scent of death.

Sumita and Parvati, standing nearby, were completely frozen. Their eyes were wide open, fixed intently on the scrolling, exploding titles and the fleeting fragments of ironclad evidence that were enough to condemn any high-ranking official to eternal damnation.

The same frantic, desperate screen-spamming scene that occurred on the forum just before the downfall of the Garol Gang perfectly overlapped with the present moment.

'It's coming... It's coming again...'

Sumita's lips moved soundlessly; her heart was barely beating.

'It's exactly the same... as that time...'

Her legs involuntarily pressed together, and her eyes grew brighter.

Parvati's teeth chattered. The titles, the fleeting image fragments, and Director Fobler's sanctimonious face looked exceptionally vicious in the distorted footage.

It was like a red-hot branding iron searing her delicate nerves.

"Once is enough," Jiang Feng's words echoed repeatedly in her ears.

She suddenly realized that every word this man had just spoken to them was far from an empty threat.

It was a declaration.

Just like the declaration against Fobler now.

The destructive power of Aladdin 1314 was held in this man's hand!

The last trace of unrealistic hope, sparked by the fact that they "had not been used as playthings," was like a candle flame in a strong wind.

With a soft *poof*, it was completely extinguished.

Replacing it was a bone-deep reverence for absolute power, and the most intuitive understanding of the consequences of betrayal.

That was not merely personal death; it was ruin and disgrace, all their filth exposed to the public, a complete crushing.

Almost simultaneously, they bowed their heads even lower.

Their posture was more humble and more devout than before, as if they wanted to melt into the air that carried their Master's shadow.

"Master..."

Sumita's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying an uncontrollable tremor yet filled with sacrificial submission.

Parvati did not speak, merely bending her soft, slender waist even lower.

Jiang Feng watched the forum for a while, then waved his hand to close the screen.

Now it was time to talk about business.

He spoke lightly, "Do you possess an 'Irreversible Psychological Disorder Certificate'?"

The question was sudden, and neither of them was prepared for it.

Sumita reacted faster, nodding immediately, her voice slightly hoarse: "Yes, Master, we do."

"Father... no, Bahubali applied for the highest level of exemption for us. It allows us to carry the highest specification security units in any public place, including military-grade robots, exoskeletons, and large robot guard dogs."

This was standard equipment for them as "valuable property," used to display their status and provide "necessary" protection, and it was also a pass to enter certain special venues. Now, this had become their first protective charm for operating under their new Master.

Jiang Feng nodded slightly; this was within his expectations.

'The basic pass is secured,' the thought flashed through his mind.

What came next was the key. His gaze swept over the two women, carrying scrutiny.

"The Garol Gang's hard drives, cloud storage, and all conceivable databases have already been completely wiped clean."

"But I believe there must still be some things that are valuable and were never recorded."

"Do you know anything?" Jiang Feng asked casually, almost without hope.

'Halsey dug three feet deep, and the Garol Gang's last secrets were all stripped bare. I doubt they can say anything useful.'

Jiang Feng's heart remained calm.

This was more like a test, gauging their memory and their ability to extract value under pressure.

The compartment fell into a brief silence.

Parvati's eyes were blank. Clearly, under Bahubali's tyranny, her knowledge of these matters was extremely limited.

Sumita, however, bit her lip tightly, her brows deeply furrowed.

'Not recorded... not recorded...'

'I must remember something, anything that can prove our worth!'

Suddenly, an almost forgotten scene, like a fragment of a shipwreck, abruptly surfaced from the deep sea of her memory.

It was late one night several years ago. She happened to be passing by her father's study on the top floor of the Manor and unintentionally overheard the smug and sinister bragging of her older brother, Shukra.

"Father. We hit the jackpot this time. A batch of 'rare artifacts,' just acquired from an indigenous civilization. They're all good stuff; those foolish pirates didn't know the business at all and thought they were just junk."

"I only spent a little over a million, and the deal was settled."

"What? Rare artifacts?" Bahubali's low roar carried a hint of fear.

"Do you know how closely the Terran Union patrol teams check these things? Were they registered? Were they entered into the system?"

"Father, don't underestimate me. I definitely wouldn't leave any digital traces. I even hired people to clean up those pirates afterward—it's fine!" Shukra said carelessly.

"What about the goods? Did you ship them back? Where are they?" Bahubali's voice became steadier.

"Of course not!" Shukra was displeased. "I don't even have the damn channels. How am I supposed to ship them?"

"It's all because you're biased, Father, deliberately letting Big Brother manage the smuggling network. Otherwise, I would have shipped this batch back already."

"Shut up! Where are the goods?" Bahubali snapped.

"The last time I contacted him, the captain told me they were taking a riskier route that could bypass the Terran Union patrol teams. What was that cursed place called... Aki, Aki... uh..."

"That's right, 'Achilles Rift'! Yes, yes, yes, that's the place." Shukra was extremely excited.

"Once the smuggling ship you send, Father, goes over and the goods are transferred, we'll be rich! That batch of goods is worth at least several billion earth federation coin on Earth, and it's priceless. I..."

"You idiot!" Bahubali yelled.

The fragment of memory suddenly became clear.

Sumita abruptly raised her head, speaking like a rapid-fire cannon in her excitement.

"There is! Master! There is a batch of goods!"

"Several years ago! My brother Shukra handled it! A batch of unregistered 'rare artifacts'! The quantity is huge! The source... is highly sensitive! The value is extremely high! He acquired them for a minimal cost and intended to smuggle them in!"

"But the transport ship took the route through the 'Achilles Rift'! After that... it completely lost contact! That batch of goods was never entered into any database! And the people on the ship... were never heard from again!"

"Achilles Rift? Are you sure?" Jiang Feng asked in a deep voice.

"I'm certain. I even looked it up later. It's a nightmarish dual-pulsar trinary star system!"

Sumita's definitive words struck Jiang Feng like a bolt from the blue.

This time, it was his turn to freeze.