The path to saving the world requires sacrifices. Regardless of whether it’s forced or voluntary, someone has to pay the price. So, will the one paying the price be Zhushi Jiu himself? Zhushi Jiu’s answer is, not just him alone. In a situation where his emotions haven’t been erased, he can still utilize Xu Feng and Du Fei, even though he has mental burdens, and this also proves that he has always put saving the world as his top priority.
Now that he has taken the drug, he can utilize the people around him even more without any psychological restraints. Time is running out, Wang Chong wants to go to the bar on the ship with his friends to drink all night, but Zhushi Jiu refuses their invitation. He returns to his room alone, continuing to review the intelligence Wang Chong has given him.
“Are you not planning to contact Xu Feng?” Zhushi Jiu holds the file folder and sits on the sofa, without a smile or any expression, just like the two Black Soldiers. “Not necessary.” The two Black Soldiers respond. “I guess Xu Feng must not have thought that I’ve taken control of Wang Chong’s plan.” The Black Soldiers answer, “Maybe he thought about it, but didn’t care.” “You’re wrong. Xu Feng won’t know.” Zhushi Jiu strokes the file folder and says, “If Xu Feng wants to infiltrate someone into the 2333 guests, he’ll definitely choose a more discreet way to enter the ship. The invitations were just sent out, and basically, no one has boarded yet. The number of passengers will only peak tomorrow. What do you think Xu Feng will do?”
The two Black Soldiers remain silent. “Don’t you understand? Let me explain it more clearly. If Xu Feng wants to monitor my movements through means other than you two, then he’ll surely arrange for people to board the ship.” “How long will that take? From when I left the submarine at 10 am this morning to when he arranges for people to board the cruise ship tomorrow, it’s all a blank period for Xu Feng’s surveillance. In other words, during this blank period, no matter what I do, Xu Feng won’t know.”
Unless these two Black Soldiers secretly contact Xu Feng and tell him about their actions during this period.
The room falls silent. Zhushi Jiu doesn’t know if the two Black Soldiers are thinking or ignoring his pressure. Anyway, if they continue to behave like this, it won’t be good for his actions on the ship.
Like the time he met Qian Zele and others, the two Black Soldiers’ attire was too obvious. If not for his own deductions, which covered up the Black Soldiers’ special aura, those people might have really started questioning them. Therefore, it’s necessary to change the Black Soldiers’ attire.
But the Black Soldiers’ attire is approved by Xu Feng, or even intentionally arranged by him.
Xu Feng’s thoughts are quite contradictory, both expecting Zhushi Jiu to give him a big surprise and wanting Zhushi Jiu to quietly reach the Irving Isle without being noticed.
This is really treating him as someone with the ability to foresee the future, thinking that he only needs to stay in his room to predict all the situations.
“You’re too stubborn,” Zhushi Jiu says emotionlessly, then stands up from the sofa, casually tossing the file folder aside, and turns to face the two Black Soldiers sitting across from him.
A dinner knife suddenly slides out from his sleeve.
This is something he secretly took from the dining room after finishing his meal. The two Black Soldiers may or may not have seen it, but they didn’t stop him.
Just this is enough to give them a lesson.
The two Black Soldiers remain unmoved, facing Zhushi Jiu’s exposed dinner knife.
They don’t think he can pose a threat to them with just a dinner knife.
In fact, this is true. In previous iterations, Zhushi Jiu has clashed with the two Black Soldiers countless times, although he managed to overwhelm them, but in reality, the gap between them is huge, and he was basically being beaten around.
So, is Zhushi Jiu trying to add a card to his hand with this dinner knife?
No.
The next moment, Zhushi Jiu places the dinner knife against his neck.
“Contact Xu Feng, or I’ll kill myself.”
The air is dead silent.
The two Black Soldiers are stunned, not in shock, but rather, their brains are processing this unreasonable situation.
Is this what the superior meant by “special circumstances”?
“How about it? Are you not going to do it?” Zhushi Jiu presses the dinner knife closer to his neck, and a thin line of blood appears, blood slowly seeping out from the wound.
“Stop!” The Black Soldiers finally speak up.
Xu Feng’s reaction is swift, and they immediately make the correct decision.
One of them takes out a phone and dials the number.
There’s no ringing tone, and the phone is connected instantly.
“What’s the matter?” Xu Feng’s voice comes from the other end.
Zhushi Jiu suddenly speaks up, “Xu Feng.”
Xu Feng, upon hearing Zhushi Jiu’s voice, slightly raises his tone, “What’s the special situation?”
“I need freedom of action on the ship, and I want them to change their attire according to my requirements.”
Xu Feng is taken aback for a moment, “How did you get the communication device?”
Zhushi Jiu smiles, “It’s very simple. I just used the threat of death.”
Xu Feng falls silent, seemingly in shock and contemplation.
“You know, I’m not afraid of death right now.”
After a pause, Xu Feng responds, “I’ve seen many people inject the drug and then commit suicide, but your situation is different.”
He says suddenly, “I don’t understand why, despite injecting the drug, you shouldn’t have this contradictory mentality.”
“Contradictory?” Zhushi Jiu asks.
“You don’t care about your life, which I can understand, but you’re willing to sacrifice your life to gain a certain degree of freedom. This doesn’t conform to a rational person’s value judgment.”
Zhushi Jiu doesn’t respond.
Xu Feng keenly grasps the key point, as he always does.
“I think the reason is that you believe if you stay in the room, it will lead to more severe consequences. Otherwise, it’s impossible to explain why you would consider ‘freedom’ more important than ‘life’.”
In the end, Xu Feng reaches a conclusion.
“Therefore, my judgment is that you’ve again foreseen the future, and that future is equally or even more terrible than death. That’s why you’re trying to make a change.”
Zhushi Jiu remains silent, allowing Xu Feng to continue his deductions.
Xu Feng is highly confident in his logic.
After another long period of silence, Xu Feng finally agrees to Zhushi Jiu’s request, “Fine, I’ll allow you to change the Black Soldiers’ attire.”
This is within Zhushi Jiu’s expectations.
“One more thing,” Zhushi Jiu says.
Xu Feng responds coldly, “Speak.”
“I want to ask, can the people you’ve arranged guarantee my safety?”
“Only if you don’t cause too much trouble, I can guarantee your safety.”
Zhushi Jiu doesn’t have any more questions.
Xu Feng says, “Give the phone to them.”
Zhushi Jiu puts down the dinner knife, and one of the Black Soldiers swiftly kicks it away.
With a “whoosh” sound, the dinner knife spins in the air, leaving a silver streak before finally stopping in the wall.
Zhushi Jiu rubs his wrist indifferently and sits back down on the sofa, picking up the file folder he had previously dropped on the tea table.
“Password.” Xu Feng’s cold voice inquires.
“3522826637,” the Black Soldier responds.
Zhushi Jiu turns around and asks, “What’s the password for?”
“You won’t be able to remember it even if I tell you. This ten-digit password changes every minute, strictly following the time.”
“Before the mission starts, they need to memorize the password calculation formula, ensuring they can respond to the current password according to the time.”
“If they can’t answer or answer incorrectly, it proves that they’re not themselves or are in a disadvantaged situation, unable to complete the task. At that time, I’ll abandon them and terminate the mission.”
Zhushi Jiu looks at the time.
It’s 10:34 pm on November 7th.
3522826637. He remembers it.
Xu Feng doesn’t plan to explain more to Zhushi Jiu, giving new orders to the two Black Soldiers.
“I now grant you the authority to ignore Zhushi Jiu’s death threats. If Zhushi Jiu uses death threats again, you can ignore them.”
Zhushi Jiu’s expression remains emotionless as he flips through the file folder in his hand, suspecting that Xu Feng just said that to appease him.
“Moreover, listen to Zhushi Jiu’s arrangements on some trivial matters.”
After saying that, Xu Feng hangs up the phone.
The two Black Soldiers appear solemn, without a hint of surprise.
Zhushi Jiu, having achieved his goal, remains calm and collected.
Thanks to Xu Feng’s self-deduced possibilities, Xu Feng temporarily reaches a consensus with him.
…
While Zhushi Jiu is still struggling to memorize the guest list, Wang Chong and his friends are-partying in the bar on the ship.
The revolving neon lights on the ceiling of the bar emit a psychedelic glow, accompanied by the thunderous electronic music.
Wang Chong raises a toast.
“Sorry, everyone! I was wrong today! Having a sea voyage without notifying you is indeed my mistake, and I’ll punish myself with a drink!”
“One drink is not enough!” Qian Zele shouts amidst the music.
Ji Huan follows, “One drink is not enough?! Give us a whole bottle!”
“Drink then!” Wang Chong says boldly, downing a whole bottle in one go.
It’s not a big deal, and the crowd, seeing Wang Chong apologize with a drink, also cheers and burps, putting the matter aside.
Sun Hao Ran also drinks a few bottles, and after getting drunk, he puts his arm around Wang Chong’s shoulder, asking, “Wang Ge, what’s the deal with your friend?”
Wang Chong’s face changes, and he’s been paying attention to these people all along. Now, seeing Sun Hao Ran ask about Zhushi Jiu, his suspicions grow, wondering if Sun Hao Ran is hiding something?
Unexpectedly, Qian Zele also asks, “Yeah, what’s his story?”
Wang Chong’s eyes narrow, suspecting that Qian Zele might also be involved.
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