135: Chapter 135 A Frenzied Hunt for Loose-knit Chosen Ones of Destiny, System Points Galore
The monitor screen flickered with a ghostly blue light, reflecting in Qin Yuan's pupils.
On the screen, a fat man was sprawled on the asphalt road, gnawing on a rotten apple that someone had stepped on. Drool hung from the corner of his mouth, and he was muttering "Sign-in" over and over.
Qin Yuan picked up the Burgundy wine glass at his side.
The red wine was at room temperature; there wasn't even a bead of condensation on the glass. He took a sip, the tart, tannic flavor dissolving on the tip of his tongue.
"He's gone crazy already? How boring. I thought this fatty could hold out for another two or three days."
"Boss, the ambulance from the psychiatric hospital is here."
Gu Qianqian curled up in her gaming chair. She was clutching a tub of original-flavored potato chips, crunching away enthusiastically, with crumbs falling into the gaps of her keyboard.
"Just take him away. It's disgusting to leave him on the street."
Qin Yuan tapped the wine glass against the solid wood desk, making a crisp sound.
This was just the beginning. Over the past month, Jiangzhong City and the capital seemed to have had a hornet's nest poked into them.
Those guys sporting flashy, colorful "Systems" were popping up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, one batch after another.
The Heavenly Dao had gotten anxious and started mass-producing this cheap junk.
But to Qin Yuan, these were all just walking experience packs.
"What about that kid who called himself the God of Cookery? How is he doing now?"
Qin Yuan reached for the cigarette case on the table, but grabbed nothing.
"That cook? Gu Qianqian swallowed the potato chips in her mouth and licked her seasoning-covered fingers. She tapped on the keyboard a few times, pulling up a surveillance feed.
The feed showed a filthy basement, a large chunk of the wall plaster peeled away to reveal the red bricks underneath. A scrawny young man wearing a yellowing chef's uniform was staring blankly at a rusty iron pot. The pot was completely empty; there wasn't even a drop of oil.
"He's been starving for three days. That 'Chinese Master Chef System' of his requires top-grade Wagyu beef and deep-sea lobster just to perform tasks."
Gu Qianqian chuckled and took a big gulp of the cola beside her. "You cut off the fresh food supply chain for the whole province; he can't even buy a green onion now."
Qin Yuan leaned back in his chair. Buying out the supply chain just cost a bit of money. For him now, money was the least of his worries.
"Let him starve to death then," Qin Yuan snorted coldly.
"Yesterday, there was another shut-in with black-rimmed glasses who got a Perspective Hacker System."
Gu Qianqian seemed to recall something amusing and started gesturing wildly. "He actually tried to hack into the Qin Corporation's main financial server to steal money!"
"He's got some guts."
"I wrote an anti-tracking Trojan horse and shoved it right into his crappy system port," Gu Qianqian said, shaking her head smugly. "A million spam pop-ups burned his homemade computer until it started smoking. I bet his brain is cooked by now."
Just wild monsters sent to give experience. In the face of absolute capital suppression and full-map vision, these so-called System owners were pitifully fragile.
Some claimed to be "Returning Soldier Kings" and went to fight in underground boxing matches. Qin Yuan simply hired ten mercenaries with submachine guns and turned him into a beehive right on the ring.
Some bound themselves to the "Strongest Villain System" and tried to act cool in front of Qin Yuan. They had their teeth slapped out by Ah Fu and were thrown into the station for disturbing the peace.
Qin Yuan opened his System panel. He watched the progress bar in the top right corner, which represented his "Destiny Points," rising at a crazy speed.
The "generic cheaters" he'd killed this month might have been low quality individually, but there were so many of them. Every little bit added up. The progress bar was nearing the very top. Just one last bit to go.
"Did you finish dealing with the last one?" Qin Yuan rubbed his chin.
"It's been handled, Boss." Big Brother Wang Hu's voice came through the walkie-talkie in the corner, accompanied by a bit of static.
"That pretty boy with the God-tier Matchmaking System tried to hit on our company's receptionist. I had my men put him in a sack and throw him into the Huangpu River to feed the fish."
"Did you tie a concrete block to him?"
"I did. A two-hundred-pound one. He sank completely; he didn't even bubble."
Qin Yuan nodded. "Good."
Just then, in Qin Yuan's mind, the progress bar for his Destiny Points suddenly emitted a blinding golden light. It was like the flash of an old lightbulb before it shatters. It was full. It had reached the critical point.
[Ding! Destiny Points have reached the current plane threshold!] [System preparing for ultimate transition upgrade...]
The cold electronic voice rang incessantly in his head. Qin Yuan felt as if the back of his head had been struck by a hammer, leaving it numb. He reached up to rub his temples. Finally, it was full. He had been in this crappy plane so long he was practically rusting.
He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the sky was about to brighten, hazy and foggy.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Gu Qianqian turned her head, looking at Qin Yuan's back.
"It's nothing." Qin Yuan stretched his neck, his joints popping with a crackling sound.
"Send out the notice to close the net. We've killed enough of these defective products."
He turned around, looking at the messy surveillance room. "Qianqian." "Yes, Boss!"
Qin Yuan walked to the table and grabbed the half-finished glass of red wine. "Check on something." He lowered his voice. "In the last few days, has anyone suspicious appeared around Elder Chu in the capital?"