Before they set off, Li Rui and Cheng Mingyue did some level of disguise, mainly altering their skin color, hair, eyebrows, and beard.

With the help of a professional makeup artist, whose profession in the Secret Realm is a shapeshifter, the two of them now changed their appearance and name. With a mask and hat on, it’s not easy for people to recognize them.

In the chaotic land, there aren’t many people who can recognize them by their faces. This is mainly to prevent being recognized by intelligence personnel from the other two countries, at least trying not to be noticed.

After all, the information known by the Dragon Country would also be known by other countries. The Western Kingdom and the Polar Alliance would definitely send people to investigate, so hiding could prevent interference.

The instructions Li Rui received are to gather as much information as possible about the bombing case within the controlled area of the Holy Judgment High Court, with no other help, local informants, spies, or any other information at all.

Both he and Cheng Mingyue believe that there should be others performing the same task, just without any communication between them.

In principle, there’s no need for confidentiality in this matter. However, according to the habit of the Dragon Country, when the situation is unclear, they usually choose to act low-profile to avoid getting into a passive situation.

The streets are bustling with traffic, occasionally getting jammed, looking much more developed and stable than the Blood Blade Alliance’s jurisdiction.

This is normal, as the organization of the Holy Judgment High Court is more tightly knit, and among all the first-level powers in the chaotic land, it is considered the strongest.

"According to the suggestions from the Intelligence Analysis Department, we should stay in this place for three days, and then approach the direction of the Holy Mountain,"

Li Rui chewed on a piece of bread with difficulty in an open-air restaurant, "After all, this is a tourist city, and our identity is that of tourists. More importantly, there’s a cathedral of the Holy Judgment High Court here, where we can find ways to gather some information."

"Hmm, hmm,"

Cheng Mingyue was seriously eating her meal, "You decide, I’m just your little assistant."

"... You’re just too lazy to worry about it."

Li Rui was a bit speechless, washing down the dry bread with milk.

Just as he silently complained about not being accustomed to the food, he suddenly noticed two people sitting down at a nearby table.

"What’s wrong?"

This look was immediately caught by Cheng Mingyue, so she also looked over.

"I know these two," Li Rui said softly.

"Huh? There are acquaintances even in this place?" Cheng Mingyue cautiously looked over.

Li Rui pursed his lips and nodded, "The world is really small."

He recognized them instantly; the two people sitting at the adjacent table were called Snake Eye and Snake Fang, two affiliates of the Blood Blade Alliance he had encountered during an assassination mission with Guan Gui.

At that time, he had been their subordinate for a few days. Later, people from the Western Anomaly Bureau appeared to besiege Guan Gui, resulting in the two of them being counterattacked, and the Snake brothers escaped in the chaos.

Li Rui didn’t expect these two guys to be so restless, sneaking into the territory of the Holy Judgment High Court without making a sound.

"What, are you interested in them?" Cheng Mingyue asked.

"I think they might be valuable. So, let’s split up later. You follow the plan to gather information, and I’ll see what’s up with these two."

"Alright."

...

"Mr. Snake Eye! Mr. Snake Fang!"

Elegantly dressed waiters welcomed the two from outside with a bow.

This was an estate, with a huge lawn stretching as far as the eye could see. The designer originally arranged top-level garden art on both sides of the walkway, but the new owner demanded them all be removed to make a golf course.

"But sir, no one builds a golf course at the entrance of their estate."

A top-notch landscape designer cautiously advised, and the very opinionated owner fired him.

"I see wealthy people love golf, that kid doesn’t know anything."

Snake Fang would mumble this almost every time he walked by.

In contrast, Snake Eye was more composed, "Alright, alright, we are Extraordinary, why should we care about golf, just stop talking."

"I’m just saying," Snake Fang cleaned his teeth with his untrimmed fingernails.

Although their status had drastically changed, they still retained many of their old habits, such as disliking dining under professional chef service, preferring roadside open-air restaurants instead.

As leaders of a newly local gang, they clearly have a lot to learn.

All servants and the estate manager thought so.

"Gentlemen, Mr. Cason from Land Company’s Security Department specifically sent someone to make an appointment. He wants to meet in the afternoon. My suggestion is between two and four o’clock, what do you think?"

As a manager, he must manage estate affairs and arrange schedules for these almost time-oblivious nouveau riche.

"Two o’clock? Two thirty then, I want to take a nap now," Snake Fang said.

In the chaotic land, there’s no such habit as an afternoon nap; when he said sleep, it didn’t mean he would sleep alone.

Snake Eye said helplessly, "Let’s take care of business first, we must..." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Just you go meet them. Yes, that’s it, you can represent me fully, we’re one," Snake Fang said without seeking consent, walking into the retro-decorated building.

Snake Eye’s lips twitched as he looked at the manager, "You handle the arrangements."

Fortunately, when sudden wealth comes along, at least one of the brothers could handle it. If both were like Snake Fang, they wouldn’t have moved from mere thugs to establish themselves in months.

In this chaotic land, where the law of the jungle reigns, and those who have treasures often invite trouble becomes more evident.

Even those with stronger powers dare not say they can stand firm, let alone the strength of these two....

For months, Snake Eye had been treading cautiously. Luckily, after the terrifying figure behind the scenes showed up several times, they never appeared again. It seems everything was headed in a good direction.

Since he was meeting a guest, he decided to change into a decent formal suit and went to the drawing-room early to wait.

Land Company is a legitimate corporate conglomerate, much more formal than their makeshift group; it must be taken seriously.

"Business, power, manpower... there’s so much to improve on,"

Snake Eye changed his clothes, instructed the manager a bit more, and then walked alone to the sunlit reception hall. All significant guests were received here.

The thick door was pushed open without a sound, as the oil on the hinges was always checked to prevent creaky noises.

He was quite satisfied with the current situation and determined to keep it at all costs. Therefore, when he entered and saw an unexpected guest, his first reaction was anger, followed by rage at the overwhelming sense of pressure.

A young man sat at the head of the long table, leaning relaxedly in the chair, his fingers interlocked over his stomach, and a baseball cap was on the table in front of him.

Snake Eye was ready to draw a weapon at any moment, his tone icy as he inquired, "Who are you, sir? You seem to have a bad habit of entering others’ homes without notice... wait, it’s you?!"

A mental impact like a sledgehammer slammed down, not a skill, just his internal fear.