"What does the special envoy need me to do?" Feng Ju still harbored a sliver of hope in his heart.

The special envoy sneered:

"Li Shang dared to fool me with fake goods. I’m very angry. I want him dead. You understand what to do, right?"

Feng Ju opened his mouth, feeling a chill in his heart: "..."

It’s fake, yet you clean the scene so "thoroughly"?

Got it, it’s absolutely real.

Previously, they hadn’t immediately silenced anyone because they weren’t sure of the authenticity of the Sheepskin Scroll. Now that it’s confirmed, they’re eager to kill to silence.

The special envoy looked at Feng Ju coldly and said in a chilling voice:

"Your actions last time were extremely disappointing, but I’m a person who values old ties and am willing to give you one last chance. I hope you won’t disappoint me again."

The special envoy paused, raised his hand to pat Feng Ju’s mechanical arm, and smiled:

"The position of the chief of the Patrol Office, it’s either his... or yours. This choice isn’t hard, is it?"

Is the issue now about the chief position?

The issue now is that I don’t have recharge authorization, damn it!

Feng Ju’s mind raced. He indeed wanted to serve the special envoy, but not just by killing one person!

Ultimately, he could only grit his teeth and force out a sinister smile: "I’ll handle Li Shang right away."

The special envoy withdrew his hand and walked out the door, and Feng Ju reluctantly glanced at the bloodstained floor and hurried after him.

The special envoy was in a very good mood, personally escorting Feng Ju to the villa’s entrance, and encouraged:

"You might not find [Mask], but you certainly can find Li Shang, right?"

Feng Ju nodded heavily, filled with murderous intent:

"Special envoy, rest assured, that fool Li Shang, I can lure him out with just one call."

The special envoy grunted, and added seemingly casually:

"That’s good. Oh, by the way, let that Ma Bin from the Cyan Wolf Gang go down and keep Li Shang company."

As the villa door closed, Feng Ju stood at the entrance, feeling utterly deflated inside.

"At this point, there’s no other choice but this...."

Feng Ju took a deep breath, quickly left the villa area, and pulled out his phone, looking at the names in his contacts before slowly dialing a number.

Inside the villa, several servants were nervously scrubbing the floor of the entertainment room.

By now, they had long abandoned any ambition of "replacing" anyone, left only with terror.

It’s dreadful enough that Cuihua is dead, but even more frightening is the fact that Cuihua’s corpse can’t be found in the house.

They had meticulously cleaned every corner of the room, yet they couldn’t find even a piece of flesh.

"The Vanished She?!!"

The special envoy didn’t care what the servants were thinking.

Because they would strictly keep his secrets, and they wouldn’t flee the villa.

The moment they tried to escape, the chips implanted in their brains would自动 erase all memories of their time in the villa, then they’d return as if nothing happened.

"A housekeeping company, ha—how wonderful!"

The special envoy leaned against the wall, watching the diligently working servants, his eyes growing more fervent, as if saying—none can be spared!

In his eyes, these were not mere servants, but raw materials for manufacturing [Mask].

Looking at them, the special envoy could almost see [Mask] being produced assembly-line style, then continuously sent back to the Upper City.

Is there a more miraculous stage than this?

"The value behind this is immense. I can’t handle it alone; I need help."

The special envoy had already begun planning for the bright future not too far ahead.

He could handle the production of [Mask] personally; this was considered core technical secrecy in manufacturing.

But as for the subsequent "transportation" and "sales," he couldn’t do it alone.

Most crucially, to return grandly to the Upper City and make his mark within the family, he would need someone up there to fight for him and further his cause.

In the past, it was different; he hadn’t accomplished anything significant, and even those who wanted to help him had no influence, leading to him being sent to the Lower City by his family.

Now, he could finally achieve something grand, something extremely dazzling, and he had to....

The special envoy pulled out his phone, fingertips trembling slightly as he dialed that long-uncontacted number.

"Doo—doo—"

The brief waiting tone felt like an eternity to the special envoy. He instinctively straightened his back, cleared his throat, and managed to muster an obedient smile on his face.

When the call connected, he wore an unprecedentedly gentle smile, his voice intimate and eager:

"Ma—it’s me!"

"I have some huge news. I think I might be able to transfer back home soon."

He deliberately paused, seeming to build suspense, his voice unable to conceal a tinge of pride:

"Ma, you won’t believe what I’ve discovered in the Lower City...."

.....

The sky is an expanse the Lower City has never glimpsed.

The outer circle is an impenetrable blackness, while the inner circle is pure as snow, transforming with the rise and fall of the Sun, as day turns to night.

By day, the pitch-black outer ring encircles the dazzling inner core, with the scorching Sun hanging high in the center;

As night falls, the pristine inner ring is overlaid by an inky sky, with a cold moon suspended solitary within.

White and black are distinct, evenly matched, much like day and night, dividing the continuum with absolute precision.

Twelve hours of day, and twelve hours of night;

The Sun occupies the center for twelve hours, and so does the moon.

This is an eternal beauty!

Beneath the sky, a city constructed of metal, glass, holograms, and a cold light stretches out.

Giant building clusters stand like a jungle forged from steel, each one piercing the clouds, their surfaces flowing with undying neon data streams.

Aerial paths crisscross, forming a precise network of light, numerous streamlined aircraft silently gliding through, leaving fleeting trails of light in their wake.

The ground is not traditional roads, but a layer of mirror-smooth intelligent material, its surface permeated with a dim blue glow.

It is not static, but constantly in a state of intelligent flow.

Pedestrians need only step onto it, without moving their feet. The "living" ground beneath them receives commands, rippling like liquid metal to transport them smoothly, silently, and swiftly to their destinations.

The air is incredibly clean, every breath carrying a faint, indescribable sweetness.

This is because the air is infused with molecular-level drugs, possessing life-extending effects.

The ground is spotless. Any dust or stains that fall are instantly absorbed and decomposed by the material, as if they never existed.

However, the most awe-inspiring sight is the three towering, ringed walls standing like miracles, piercing the sky and earth, dividing the world into the Outer City, Mid City, Inner City, and Core City.

They’re not simple city walls, but grand barriers extending beyond human imagination, with each one disappearing into the inky sky, vanishing at the horizon.

They resemble cosmic pillars supporting the sky, or divine blades cleaving the world.

Every now and then, children naively fantasize that the Upper City isn’t floating of its own accord, but is suspended forcibly by these towering walls, high in the air.

Forget the naive fantasies of children; shifting one’s gaze from the sky to the Inner City reveals sprawling ancient architectural clusters.

Curved eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters cover the expansive rooftops, clashing sharply with the surrounding cutting-edge sci-fi aesthetic.

This dissonance isn’t a design flaw but a deliberate assertion of supreme power; the Upper City’s true aristocracy resides here.

Rumors say each ancient structure here was uprooted from the surface of the Lower City centuries ago, transplanted entirely intact like prized trees, to be planted here.

Each brick and tile, every inch of soil, silently proclaims a fact:

The aristocracy residing here, their roots, history, and authority are more ancient than the Upper City itself.

These structures are not merely homes but monuments to their ancient lineage and symbols of their arrogance over time and space.

In other words, this architectural complex is the Noah’s Ark that has traversed the great cataclysm!