395: Chapter 382 Fellow Daoist Liu's Fan Club

The female leader seemed very clear about the situation and did not intend to resist stubbornly.

Her fate was already sealed; unlike the panic of the other leaders, her mood was exceptionally relaxed, and she even had the leisure to chat with Luo Xiling.

Luo Xiling found this person interesting and didn't treat her coldly, answering every question.

For example, what the cultural atmosphere of the Mountain Gate was like, what cultivation actually entailed, and since the transcendent could maintain eternal youth, why Immortal Xu looked young while Dumbledore was a white-haired old man.

The two chatted more and more happily until the building shook, and Senior Brother Zhou flew in through the window.

"Senior Brother, is it settled?" Luo Xiling finished her chat, stood up, and asked.

"Mm." Senior Brother Zhou nodded, scanning the people in the room. "Is everyone here?"

"All the organizational leaders in White Cloth Country are here."

"Let's head back."

Although Senior Brother Zhou was not holding a sharp weapon or emitting a terrifying aura, none of them dared to have any stray thoughts; they obediently stood up and walked toward the door.

Thinking that they were about to become prisoners and would likely spend the rest of their lives in a dark prison, the leaders couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation, while also harboring a trace of resentment toward the officials of White Cloth Country.

When they were taking the money, they beat their chests and made grand promises, but when trouble actually struck, they immediately hid like turtles.

"Hey, where are you going?" Luo Xiling asked in surprise, watching the leaders who had voluntarily formed a long line to leave the room.

The female leader was stunned: "To the airport, of course. We can't take a train back, can we?"

"We're not taking a train either." Luo Xiling waved her hand.

This arrest operation was launched in the name of the Mountain Gate to avoid international disputes, which was why Luo Xiling had stayed in the suite to avoid appearing before outsiders.

Consequently, transportation tools with clear destinations like planes and trains naturally couldn't be used.

The leaders were a bit dazed, thinking that if planes and trains were out, how would they get back? Were they going to walk?

Senior Brother Zhou didn't explain much; he raised his hand and waved lightly. Everyone felt themselves enveloped by a force, and then their feet left the ground as they followed Senior Brother Zhou out the window.

So that was how they were going back.

Flying in the sky for the first time without relying on tools or equipment was a novel experience for the leaders. Even the gloom brought by their impending imprisonment faded significantly as they looked down at the ground with curiosity.

With this look, they immediately cleared up their previous misunderstanding.

White Cloth Country was not poor; relying on its rich natural oil resources, its economy was exceptionally developed, and the city was built very prosperously.

Especially the capital of White Cloth Country where they were staying; the conditions in all aspects of the city were not inferior to the first-tier cities back home.

The female leader's favorite leisure activity in the past was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a high-rise building, overlooking the city as night fell and the brilliant lights came on.

It was as beautiful as a painting.

However, the painting had now been sliced down the middle.

Senior Brother Zhou was flying very high, and the leaders' field of vision was enough to take in the entire city, so they clearly saw a straight chasm standing in the middle of the city.

The leaders were certain that this chasm didn't exist before they entered the suite; combined with the shaking of the building just now, the source was self-evident.

They swallowed hard, moving their gazes from the ground to the back of the figure ahead whose long hair was fluttering in the wind.

This was... the transcendent.

At this moment, their resentment toward the officials of White Cloth Country was reconciled.

...

Sujiao Base.

Ye Ming and Zhao Qi received the news and immediately prepared to receive the gang of scammers about to be deported back home.

Considering that there were too many secrets inside the base, it wasn't suitable for too many non-related personnel to enter, but since the fraud case had to be investigated further, Ye Ming finally decided to keep the important leaders at the base for easy interrogation at any time.

As for the gang members, they would be arranged for detention by the local authorities.

The first batch of leaders arrived at the base, and Ye Ming and Zhao Qi interrogated them overnight.

Having witnessed the terror of the transcendent with their own eyes, the leaders were scared out of their wits and honestly confessed the criminals hidden in other countries with whom they were in contact.

Senior Brother Zhou then set off with the intelligence and Luo Xiling.

The subsequent operations were exceptionally smooth, with no need for further displays of force.

Perhaps because the events in White Cloth Country had spread, various countries knew that the excuse of "sovereignty violation" was useless and simply closed their eyes and played blind, allowing Senior Brother Zhou to seize the people and leave.

Some countries with decent relations with America's Foreign Affairs department were unwilling and hoped America would step forward to issue a warning.

When Neo received the requests, his face was full of question marks; are you guys not clear about the situation?

However, they were all allies, and Neo couldn't strictly refuse, so after some grand rhetoric like "arresting scammers is a righteous act, we should cooperate as much as possible," he sent all the visiting delegations away.

The delegations returned to their countries with dark faces, cursing in their hearts, "You, a gang leader, are talking to me about righteousness."

After this incident, everyone recognized the reality.

Whatever the Mountain Gate wants to do, you just follow; you don't have to help, and the Mountain Gate doesn't need it, but whatever you do, don't try to oppose them—the outcome is right before your eyes: White Cloth Country is currently rebuilding its capital with tears in its eyes.

They had considered demanding compensation, but after hitting a wall during the trip to America by the various allies, they helplessly gave up.

The scammers hidden abroad were brought to justice one after another, and at the same time, the net was closed domestically to wipe out the gangs that had long been targeted; the fraud storm that had lasted for many days finally subsided, and the foul atmosphere of harassing phone calls was cleared.

With the mission completed, Ye Ming and Zhao Qi felt much more relaxed; today, taking advantage of not being busy, they got up and drove together to visit Fellow Daoist Liu.

The car drove into the courtyard, and Zhao Qi, in the passenger seat, poked his head out the window, looking in astonishment at the long line in front of the main building's entrance.

"Aren't the scammers basically all caught? What are they doing?"

"We'll know if we go ask."

After parking the car, the two showed their work IDs and entered the building through the back door, making their way to Fellow Daoist Liu's office.

Fellow Daoist Liu was sitting behind the desk and stood up to greet them upon seeing them: "You two."

"Fellow Daoist Liu, what are those people outside here for?"

"It seems..." Fellow Daoist Liu showed a rare expression of embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, and began to explain from the beginning.

After the Mountain Gate Liaison Office began operations, there was a constant stream of visiting citizens every day.

Initially, Fellow Daoist Liu was very happy and warmly received every citizen, asking what confusion they needed help with, but the result was that no one said a word; they would enter the reception room, stare at him for a few moments, and then decisively turn and leave.

After it happened many times, Fellow Daoist Liu grew suspicious, wondering what was wrong with these people, so he investigated on his own.

The matter wasn't complicated and only took an hour to clear up.

It turned out that the citizens who came every day had joined a suspicious organization called the "Fellow Daoist Liu Fan Support Club."

The organization strictly divided Fellow Daoist Liu's daily time, specifying how many people could be received in one minute, the maximum time a person could stay in Fellow Daoist Liu's office, and so on.

According to the members, the organization's rules were extremely strict; once someone violated the rules and stayed in Fellow Daoist Liu's office longer than the allotted time, they would be immediately expelled by the administrators and never readmitted.

Zhao Qi had a face full of black lines: "What kind of mess is this?"

"Just kids messing around, probably," Ye Ming guessed.

"It's not all kids," said Fellow Daoist Liu's assistant, who pushed the door open and entered.

He was not a member of the Mountain Gate but was assigned to Fellow Daoist Liu by the authorities to handle the trivial matters of the liaison office.

The assistant smiled and said to the two: "Fellow Daoist Liu told me about this, and I specifically went to check it out.

It did start with a few young girls; it wasn't official, they just set up a simple chat group and that was it.

Later, I don't know what happened, but the parents of these young girls also joined and even invested money to rent a storefront as the organization's base; after that, it kept getting bigger until it became what it is now."

Zhao Qi asked curiously: "Doing it like this, wouldn't it be considered an illegal organization?"

"The harm isn't great, and the organizational structure isn't tight; they haven't made any messy things like membership certificates. It's the same nature as those celebrity fan clubs.

Most importantly, this organization is about to be forced to disband."

"How so?" Ye Ming asked with interest.

"After Fellow Daoist Liu found out what was going on, he refused to see those visitors who only wanted to catch a glimpse of him. Over time, the members realized that joining the organization actually prevented them from seeing Fellow Daoist Liu, so they simply quit."

Zhao Qi was amused: "It's a case of failing before even starting."

Fellow Daoist Liu shook his head helplessly, interrupted their teasing, and asked: "What brings you two here today?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Ye Ming and I were thinking that since you've always stayed at the Mountain Gate, you might not be used to life on Blue Star, so we came to visit you."

"To me, there is no difference."

"Then we're relieved," Ye Ming said, suddenly remembering Senior Brother Zhou, whose whereabouts were unknown after catching the people. "By the way, where did Senior Brother Zhou go?"

"The matter here is settled, so he naturally returned to the Mountain Gate."

"So soon? He should have stayed for a meal before leaving."

"Senior Brother usually doesn't like going out."

The two understood, so they bid farewell and returned to the base. Seeing that there was nothing else, the assistant also went back to his workstation.

The door closed, and the room returned to silence.

Fellow Daoist Liu sat back behind the desk, his archaic tone changing: "What the hell, I said the Puppet's intelligence couldn't handle the citizens' questions and I had to come in person, but what kind of weirdos are these? They even started a fan club."

Picking up the teacup and draining it in one gulp, Zhang Mu stood up and deactivated the Transformation Technique: "The scammers are all caught, and the liaison office doesn't need to receive citizens anymore. Its only remaining purpose is for show. Let's head back."

He took out the Fellow Daoist Liu Puppet from his inventory, infused it with magic energy to activate it, and then Zhang Mu flew back to the NH side, opening "The World" light gate to enter.

After entering "The World," Zhang Mu first went to Seventeen to check on Farid and the other four. They had been busy learning the script lately and had shown no unusual movements.

Afterward, he went to the Hogwarts area, where Lyon and the others were seriously practicing magic.

Zhang Mu returned to the Void Area and sat cross-legged, floating in the darkness.

When I went to America a few days ago, Neo told me the school was built and the spaceship was almost finished.

Hmm... the progress of the spaceship construction in Ying Country is about the same as in America; they should take off together.

Wait until they start mining on the moon, the speed of exchanging resources with me will increase, and weapon acquisition will be faster too.

The only thing that's a bit troublesome is the subject content of the American school.

Blue Star has no magic power, and Zhang Mu does not intend to create a magic-infused area on Blue Star. The school's students cannot activate magic items, so so-called magic study is naturally out of the question.

If they can't use transcendent power, then what kind of transcendent are they?

Zhang Mu thought for a moment and decided to execute his original plan: "Let's stick to the plan and use potions."

The school's opening date is in half a month. Neo will handle the preparations for the opening, so Zhang Mu isn't needed.

He intended to take advantage of these few days to return to the Saul Continent and finish planning the early tactics and strategic objectives for the counterattack. Coincidentally, the second batch of industrial city renovations also needed to be finalized.

With that in mind, Zhang Mu summoned the light gate and stepped in.

...

Keton City.

In the early morning, citizens dressed in linen clothes came and went on the streets. Women from the villages carried baskets on their heads, looking at the goods on the stalls on both sides. In the distance, the Lake national flag fluttered on the spire of the parliament building.

A squad of Soldiers was patrolling the area.

The captain wove through the crowd, looking left and right, and issued warnings when he saw vendors with bad records.

Although the Soldiers of the patrol were armed with live ammunition, after a long time together, the pedestrians who already knew the Soldiers well were not afraid; instead, they would warmly greet them.

Other than that, people were busy with their own affairs, only casting glances when they encountered pedestrians wearing strange clothes.

Those they noticed were not Professionals; they were ordinary people just like them. If one had to describe the difference between the two sides, it was probably that those people's clothing style was very peculiar.

It wasn't clothes woven from linen; the fabric was smooth and light, the colors were bright, and the workmanship was very exquisite.

The top didn't seem to be pulled directly over the body because there was a vertical row of buttons in the center of the front, and a small pocket was sewn on the left chest.

Everyone knew the name for this top—a shirt.

It was said that this clothing was not yet for sale in the markets of Keton City; it was the school uniform of the new school built by the City Lord.

"So pretty." A female student stood in front of a vendor picking fruit, while the child playing beside the stall owner looked at her shirt and skirt with envy.

The female student was not old, about twenty.

Hearing the praise, she smiled shyly: "You can also take the exam for the school."

"Really?" The child got excited.

"Of course." This sentence wasn't said by the female student, but by the child's father.

He didn't dampen the child's confidence or speak disparagingly about talent; his attitude was exceptionally supportive.

Everyone in Keton City knew that the several newly built schools not only waived all tuition and miscellaneous fees but also provided free three meals and school uniforms; those with excellent grades even received scholarships.

Therefore, the dream of every Keton City citizen at this time was to get into the new school themselves, or for their children to do so.

"Classmate." The patrol happened to pass by, and the captain greeted her with a smile.

After the female student turned to look, he continued: "It's almost time for class."

The female student was startled and quickly took out the pocket watch provided by the school to take a look.

"Oh no!"

She had no heart to pick fruit anymore, tucked away her pocket watch, and ran into the distance. After running a few steps, she remembered something and turned back to thank the captain: "Thank you for the reminder."

"You're welcome."

"Goodbye." The female student pressed down her skirt and ran toward the school.

"I must say, the school uniform designed by the Lord Marshal is indeed good-looking." The captain gazed at her slender back and the slightly fluttering skirt as she ran until she disappeared into the crowd before withdrawing his gaze.

A team member teased: "If the captain likes it, you can wear it too."

"Get lost."

"Hehe, anyway, we have application slots; it's a waste not to use them."

"Isn't there a male style? I want to apply for a set when the second batch of clothes is produced."

The captain tapped a few Soldiers: "Our slots are for applying for Soldiers' casual wear. Have you forgotten that uniforms are not allowed to be worn outside the barracks except for missions?"

"Oh, right."

"Stop talking nonsense. Let's go to the next street. After patrolling, return to the municipal building to report."

"Yes!"