The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician-Chapter 601 - 307: The Final Scene of the Magic

"Hiss—"

The president drew in a sharp breath as his facial muscles twitched continuously from pain, and he slightly clenched his left hand, seemingly trying to alleviate some of the pain.

"All right, you caught it." A mocking laugh sounded from behind the smiley mask. "Now ask, what do you want to know?"

"Where are we exactly?" The president asked quickly as he watched Smiley approaching with another sutured protector.

"We’re in Thirteen District, C3 area." Smiley answered without hesitation. "Next time, if you win, I will tell you the exact location."

"C3 area..." The president repeated, not showing any emotional fluctuation despite the vague response.

After all, this question was a gift from Smiley, and the bargaining chip was his right hand.

Thinking of this, he frowned again.

Having this general area would make the police’s search operation much easier.

Perhaps, perhaps they could find his location and rescue him?

But Smiley wouldn’t just let him have one round for no reason...

Why? Why wasn’t Smiley performing the Flying Knife in the same way as before?

Could it be that Smiley had realized that he had almost guessed the answer?

For a moment, many questions flooded the president’s mind, and a sense of irritability inexplicably surged in his heart.

He always felt oppressed by the person in front of him since the game began. Smiley seemed able to read his thoughts, always making changes one step ahead of him.

This made him, who always considered himself a strategist, feel extremely restricted.

Clearly...

He had a good chance to win this game quickly.

"Besides, I can grant you another privilege. You can choose to speak with one person," Smiley continued, turning on a public communication device and placing it in front of the president, before adding something that surprised the president. "No time limit."

The communication device resembled the telephones from a previous era, with its sole purpose being to allow anonymous calls.

"Alright." The president let Smiley tie his injured right hand to the wheel, and then he released his left hand.

The president quickly dialed on the communication device, and soon he was calling the chief of his supervision team.

At this time, he trusted this person the most, because he was well aware that the chief was like a dog raised by him. If he fell, the dog would starve.

So under these circumstances, this person was the most trustworthy.

"Now, immediately bring all the people you can mobilize to find me," the president commanded swiftly as soon as the call connected. "I’m in C3 area, hurry!"

After speaking, he paused to think, then continued: "I should be in the upper floors of a building. I felt a sensation of increased weight before, suggesting the building has an elevator, and the elevator ascended for about 40 seconds..."

A series of data flashed through his mind.

Elevator speeds below 12 floors were 1.5 m/s, from 12 to 22 floors were 1.75 m/s, and from 22 to 32 were 2.0 m/s.

His estimate might have some error, but it wouldn’t be too far off, meaning he was likely on a floor between 18 to 24.

"Probably between 18 to 24 floors, you can arrange for a helicopter to help in the search," the president’s gaze swiftly scanned the room. "This room has no windows and is unfinished, focus your search here."

"Yes." The chief of the supervision team quickly understood the instructions after hearing them and began to mobilize personnel to search.

In fact, the chief had already begun to search earlier, but it was like finding a needle in a haystack. The sound of the president’s voice now provided him with a crucial guide.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu under his mask was also nodding slightly.

Indeed, one of the distinguishing features of Lonely City was that almost none of the high-ranking individuals were fools.

Even the president, who was easily abducted to this place, could demonstrate such wisdom in the face of life-threatening danger.

However, it was true that the president simply lacked measures to deal with abilities beyond the norm; otherwise, this operation would not have been so easy.

Jiang Shu surveyed the room alongside the president’s gaze.

One had to admit the president was quite perceptive; he had quietly noticed quite a few clues and could even spot some tricks in the Flying Knife Technique.

However, everything he said so far was wrong.

The elevator was drawn by Fang Yue, so its ascending speed and the usual elevators’ speeds were not the same, meaning they were not on the floor the president estimated, but rather on the top floor, the 30th.

Additionally, the president thought this was an unfinished room, but in fact, it was a roughly refurbished building within a ruined site.

From the president’s perspective, it made sense to think this way; after all, who would expect an elevator to still operate in a ruined building?

It seemed like a profound analysis might as well be a wild goose chase.

And of course, Jiang Shu had no duty to remind the president; his actions were solely intended to divert the president’s attention and make him focus more on the communicator, thus to some extent overlooking the secret of the wheel itself.