74: Mr. Xiaoqiang (4.8K long chapter! Please support!)

Jiang Feng took the elevator back downstairs.

In the elevator car, there were four tall girls, two blondes and two with white hair.

Their mini-skirts, long legs, and crystal-like high-heeled sandals accentuated their delicate, petite toes.

Jiang Feng silently looked up, surprised that his nearly 1.9-meter height was actually dwarfed by high heels.

The four girls seemed a bit reserved; one of them even tried to strike up a conversation with Jiang Feng, but his mind was a mess, and Jasmine's ankle, encased in black silk, still lingered in his thoughts.

He uttered a few "En, hmm? Oh! Ah~" sounds, likely just to brush them off.

It wasn't until the elevator stopped that the four girls, with a look of disdain, brushed past him, leaving behind an expression that seemed to say, "Are you an idiot?"

Only then did Jiang Feng rub his face, forcing himself to shift his attention away from Jasmine's pantyhose.

"What did I see? What exactly did she mean?"

Jiang Feng frowned, muttering to himself.

Just then, his wristband suddenly vibrated, and a meticulously compiled dossier automatically unfolded before his eyes.

It was the background investigation on Su Wen and her gang that Jiang Feng had requested earlier, a hundred thousand times more detailed than the information Noli and her team had found.

He didn't realize it until he saw it, and Jiang Feng gasped.

Su Wen and Dr. Su Li, twin sisters, were top candidates in the Terran Union's early "Prodigy Program."

This program aimed to select intellectually gifted children and train them to become future science officers capable of commanding a research vessel.

By the age of twelve, the sisters had already mastered advanced mathematics and physics. Dr. Su Li was even more outstanding than Su Wen, capable of independently writing AI programs to serve as her assistants.

To put it in two sentences:

They were "intelligent" and "knowledgeable," and "adept at analysis" "intellectuals," meticulous in their work, occasionally having a "flash of insight," and extremely "passionate," even "fanatical," about their careers.

They could "customize AI assistants," possessed multiple "intelligent AI sub-officers," had knowledge backgrounds in "Specialty: Computing Technology" and "Specialty: Particle Physics," and the most troublesome point was "Obsessive."

If this were a game in his previous life, he would have appointed one as a ruler and the other as a chief scientist.

He couldn't even imagine what level their research speed would soar to.

However, at the age of fourteen, both were unexpectedly forced to withdraw from the program.

The Mainframe investigation showed the official reason for their withdrawal was "adjustment disorder," but Jiang Feng's experience told him that reality wasn't a game, and some negative traits would never be tolerated by the powerful.

These so-called official reasons were likely pretexts to cover up certain sensitive issues.

'Obsessive-compulsive disorder?' Jiang Feng frowned in thought: 'It shouldn't be.'

The Mainframe's in-depth investigation mentioned that both sisters exhibited some form of "information processing anomaly," which intensified their obsessive nature in dealing with people and things. For the elder sister, Dr. Su Li, this manifested as extreme anxiety over incomplete data.

For Su Wen, it was that her curiosity exceeded limits; for her, any mystery should be solved.

Sister Dr. Su Li later inexplicably joined the Terran Union Special Marine Corps, where she met a man named Maguire.

The dossier included a blurry photo: Dr. Su Li in an officer's uniform, standing beside a burly man nearly two meters tall, with a resolute face but surprisingly gentle eyes.

Of course, there were other team members beside them, but Jiang Feng didn't care about them.

"Maguire..."

Jiang Feng softly spoke the name.

Dr. Su Li's ending was a blank; the dossier only stated she "died during a mission," with even the specific time and location blacked out.

The Mainframe marked here that further investigation would likely attract the attention of the Terran Union Investigation Bureau, which would be counterproductive.

Unlike her sister, Su Wen chose a different path.

She joined the Public Security Bureau, making a name for herself with an astonishing case-solving rate, cracking several major cases. However, during a murder investigation involving the CEO of a military-industrial complex, she insisted on pursuing the truth, clashed with her superiors, and was ultimately fired.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Su Wen joined a small detective agency called "Charlotte and the Cat."

It specialized in catching mistresses and investigating corporate espionage for the upper class.

This kind of work brought quick money, but it clearly couldn't satisfy her appetite.

"So that's how it is..."

The dossier showed that after earning some money for Su Wen, the detective agency's owner, an eighty-something old man, chose to retire.

Su Wen bought the detective agency and almost immediately disappeared from the tabloids, turning her attention to cold cases.

And just before last week, she exposed the "Succession Murder Case" at the Lunar Spaceport.

Several old workers, to ensure their children could take over their positions, conspired to murder newly hired young workers, fabricating robot accidents and simultaneously organizing anti-robot activities.

'This woman, it seems, is the conscientious type, doing things without considering the consequences, always tackling the toughest problems.'

'Then why didn't she explain her intentions to me earlier?'

Jiang Feng chuckled, then pondered deeply.

This case made her offend the union, the consortium, and the Public Security Bureau all at once, no wonder she fled to District 03 for refuge.

The last part of the dossier was about Maguire, codenamed "Little Strong," whose strength was certainly not weak.

This former special marine's resume was suspiciously clean, with no disciplinary records, no psychological assessment issues, all mission details blacked out, yet he suddenly retired at the peak of his career.

Then, he joined Su Wen's small detective agency.

'To protect her?'

Jiang Feng thought, and indeed, looking at the timeline, Maguire joined the detective agency just a few months after Dr. Su Li's death.

This absolutely couldn't be a coincidence; perhaps, this man's relationship with Dr. Su Li went beyond that of comrades.

If Dr. Su Li entrusted him with taking care of her sister before she died, then everything made sense.

'I need to go find her and talk more deeply. Perhaps, Han Zhaobang's matter can be perfectly resolved.'

'Moreover, such a smart person, currently at a low point, if she could be used by me...'

'And it's a buy-one-get-one-free deal, getting someone with military professional skills. Such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern.'

'No, I must seize this opportunity!'

'Just as Jasmine revealed her hand to convince me, I also must reveal some of my own cards appropriately.'

While thinking, Jiang Feng ordered the Mainframe: "Mainframe, help me investigate Han Zhaobang and his forces."

He walked quickly through club, his keen eyes scanning everywhere.

Inside club, music was deafening, and neon searchlights cut through with dazzling colors.

Jiang Feng pushed through the crowded dance floor and saw Su Wen in a corner booth, facing a giant man nearly two meters tall; the two seemed to be in a heated argument.

The giant man was clearly Maguire from the data, codenamed: Little Strong.

Jiang Feng didn't go straight over, but instead ducked behind a pillar, leaned against it, and gently patted Gold-Wrapped Silver's head.

The Robot Dog immediately understood, raising its head slightly, its built-in high-sensitivity audio receiver beginning to directionally capture the distant conversation.

"Are you crazy?"

Little Strong kept his voice down, but the anger in his tone was almost overflowing.

"For someone you don't even know, you want me to fabricate evidence and tamper with Public Security Bureau records!"

"If Han Zhaobang finds out he's been deceived, we'll be the first to die!"

Su Wen leaned back in the sofa, pouting and waving her hand: "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

"Wasn't I just muddle-headed when I took this job?"

Su Wen rubbed her forehead, sighing with a hint of self-pity: "After the spaceport, I really didn't expect that those people wouldn't pursue justice or care about fairness, but instead would ruthlessly kill those of us who expose the truth."

"I admit, I was deluded, I was confused for a moment, and I wanted to take Han Zhaobang's job, thinking it didn't matter if I earned some ill-gotten gains."

"At that time, I was indeed a bit self-destructive..."

"But, but now I won't be!"

Su Wen frowned, saying aggrievedly.

Little Strong slammed the table, making the ice cubes in the glass clink: "Then what are you doing now? Protecting Jiang Feng? Is this person really worth it? Worth both of us risking our lives to protect him?"

"Do you know? If Han Zhaobang puts a bounty on him in this club, we're dead!"

"The Garol Gang, the Iron Hand Gang, and other thugs and killers, under the allure of money, can think of a hundred thousand more ways to kill us than we have lives!"

"In case you didn't notice, we only have one life!"

"We have no resources here, no allies, no one to rely on. We won't last twenty-four hours!"

Little Strong earnestly spoke, and as he spoke, he again steered the conversation back to Jiang Feng.

"What's more, what if that Jiang Feng bites us back?"

"Impossible!" Su Wen waved her hand, flatly refusing to accept Little Strong's argument.

"Han Tianyu was trash. Jiang Feng killed him, acting on behalf of heaven. He did this to protect his wife. How could such a person turn on us?"

"So what?" Little Strong sneered: "He could kill Han Tianyu for his wife, not hesitating to offend Han Zhaobang, so he would certainly be willing to betray us for his family!"

"Don't forget, when we were almost drugged unconscious on the moon, we didn't see any 'justice warrior' come to save us!"

A flicker of pain crossed Su Wen's eyes; she didn't want to recall those troubling memories.

But soon, she regained her composure: "He won't. I talked to him once; he said I could ask him for help if I needed anything."

"Little Strong, I'm not doing this for justice."

"I just... can't bear to watch another good person be ruined."

Little Strong stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed: "You've made up your mind."

This was not a question.

Su Wen didn't deny it, she just picked up her glass and took a small sip: "That's not important. What's important is that we have to see this act through."

"How do we act it out?" Little Strong crossed his arms.

"Han Zhaobang isn't a fool; he'll eventually find out that the death of the Mandarin Duck Thieves had nothing to do with his son."

"The evidence I can fabricate is limited, and we don't have a Hacker. The last one we found almost got us killed..."

"Then let him not find out."

A voice suddenly interjected. Jiang Feng stepped out of the shadows, Gold-Wrapped Silver at his feet, its electronic eyes vigilantly fixed on Little Strong.

Su Wen was visibly startled, the corners of her mouth curled up, then she suddenly put on a serious face: "Eavesdropping isn't a good habit, Engineer Mr."

"Being kept in the dark isn't a good habit either." Jiang Feng shrugged, walked to the table, and looked around.

Little Strong was so tall, sitting next to him was too much pressure, as if he could be strangled at any moment by those giant dragon-like biceps.

After a moment's thought, he chose to sit beside Su Wen.

Su Wen looked up, glancing left and right, and fanned her face with her hand.

Facing Little Strong's almost murderous gaze, Jiang Feng extended a friendly hand.

"Jiang Feng."

"Su Wen."

Su Wen shook his hand; her hand was warm and soft.

Jiang Feng looked at Little Strong and also extended a friendly hand.

Little Strong didn't shake his hand, just coldly scrutinized him: "Maguire."

The atmosphere solidified for a moment.

Su Wen lightly coughed, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and turned to look at Jiang Feng, breaking the silence.

"You just said, 'let Han Zhaobang not find out'?"

In the air, a crackling sound could be heard. Little Strong clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, thinking to himself.

'Su Wen, oh Su Wen, haven't you considered that you have short hair, hey!'

It was clear he wasn't very happy.

Jiang Feng had seen many threats, and he understood the wariness in Little Strong's eyes.

If it were his two "sisters" being approached like this, he probably would have had fire in his eyes, instantly transforming into "Cyclops."

"We can perfect the entire chain of evidence, making Han Zhaobang believe that his son was kidnapped and murdered by this pair of thieves."

Little Strong scoffed: "Easier said than done. The Han family can hire people to investigate; as long as the money is there, their intelligence network is much wider than you imagine. The entire club has plenty of people willing to take the job."

"That's why we need professionals." Jiang Feng looked at Su Wen: "Professionals like you."

"If we divide the work, we can make the deaths of these 'Mandarin Duck Thieves' seem reasonable."

"We don't need to convince Han Zhaobang forever, just enough to help you get through this storm, that's enough."

"This matter is no longer just my business, is it?"

"Brothers in arms on the same ship?"

Upon hearing this, Little Strong's expression finally changed. He narrowed his eyes and asked faintly: "What if Han Zhaobang still finds out?"

Jiang Feng smiled slightly, spreading his hands: "Then perhaps, he should reunite with his son."

Little Strong's expression changed again; he looked at Jiang Feng seriously for the first time: "You're tougher than you look."

Jiang Feng didn't answer directly. He turned to Su Wen: "What Han Zhaobang needs is an explanation, not the truth."

"Some lies are more enduring than the truth."

"What do you say, smart person?"

"Hmm." Su Wen suddenly smiled, picked up her glass, and very ladylike, took a small sip.

Little Strong was silent for a long time, then finally slowly nodded: "Alright, then we'll do as you say, but..."

"I have a condition."

"Speak."

"If things become impossible." Little Strong stared into Jiang Feng's eyes: "You have to guarantee Su Wen's safe departure."

Jiang Feng didn't hesitate for a moment: "Deal."

Little Strong sighed, tapped the table with both hands, called a waiter, and ordered another drink.

"Now what?"

He tilted his head back, downed the whiskey, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"First, we need to access those two bodies and leave the clues we want."

"At the same time, we also need to tamper with all digital evidence and fabricate a reasonable motive. Han Tianyu must have known these two due to some lucrative business, but it ended either due to an uneven split of profits or a crime of passion."

Jiang Feng said faintly; he didn't want to kill Han Zhaobang right now.

Tampering with the Mandarin Duck Thieves' evidence was a minor matter, but the casual death of a high-society chairman was a major one. Who knew what connections Han Zhaobang had? Whose puppet was he? Who did he run errands for?

If there were flaws in a minor matter, the powerful would at most laugh it off.

If a major event occurred, the powerful would all feel insecure, and that wouldn't be something a few robots could handle.

"Mr. Little Strong..."

"My name is Maguire."

Little Strong was very resistant. He took a deep breath: "You said we should divide the work, how? You just talk?"

"Mr. Little Strong."

"My name is Maguire!"

Jiang Feng was unconcerned, he just shook his wristband and gently tapped Gold-Wrapped Silver's metal head.

It opened its mouth wide, then suddenly snapped it shut; the cold glint in that instant sent shivers down one's spine.

Immediately after, the robot Little Handsome walked in from outside. Beneath his trench coat, his steel body was exceptionally tall and straight, standing silently.

Little Strong's pupils contracted slightly. As a former special marine, he knew too well what this level of private armament meant.

The "Peregrine" was a combat model robot, and this Robot Dog also didn't look ordinary. The most terrifying thing was that its movements were so fluid, so realistic, it didn't even need commands.

This indicated that what was installed inside was by no means ordinary programming, and possibly even a top-tier AI product.

Anyone who could possess both simultaneously was either a financial magnate or an unfathomable black market tycoon.

"I can provide four robots like Little Handsome—'Peregrine' high-IQ improved models."

"And Robot Dogs, also high-IQ models not found on the market, I can provide you with two."

"Finally, for all Hacker, digital forgery, and similar requests, you can also contact him."

Jiang Feng passed Aladdin 1314's contact information to Little Strong and Su Wen, and said faintly: "The cost is on me."

"Mr. Little Strong."

This time, Little Strong did not retort.