Inside the oval stadium, screams and roars boiled over.

Formula craft dogfight races—a top-tier contest of cutting-edge flying vehicles and small-scale lethal weapons.

In every match, one hundred Formula craft raced along a designated virtual route inside the stadium.

They passed through a hundred virtual waypoints, and each waypoint they touched unlocked a weapon on the vehicle.

Vehicle bodies collided, and weapons blasted each other.

Only the Formula craft with enough firepower and tough enough bodies had any hope of lasting until the end.

It wasn’t just Greenfield City; almost every city had a dogfight racing arena.

There were races every day, and lotteries every day.

The wealth of countless lower and middle-class people circulated here.

Some got rich overnight; others ended up deep in debt.

There were mechanical collisions and debauched luxury.

Lin Qi sat in the spectator stands, a wristband-like communication device embedded in a metal seam on his arm, maintaining contact with King Arthur.

"It’s pretty lively over here at the Twin Towers. Lots of Mercenaries, but no one’s made a move yet. Wizard, where are you?"

King Arthur still hadn’t come to the surface, sending messages to Lin Qi from within the underground pipe system.

The sensory feedback from King Arthur’s own Prosthetic Body revealed a large number of life signs in the underground pipes alone, and the number was rapidly increasing.

They were all clearly rats in a sewer, gathering so brazenly that they were about to fill the entire area beneath Si’s Twin Towers.

"I’m not far. I’m discussing the second mission with Guang Ling."

Lin Qi was currently unclear on the true state of the situation.

There were too many factions wanting to make a move—far more than on the night they tested the Liu Clan.

He didn’t know the time or method each faction would use; even the feedback from Guang Ling was just a vague, general timeframe.

Instead of getting bogged down in the complicated effort to kill Si Ying, it was better to think about the second and third missions.

While completing the Mercenary Corps’ missions, they could also bring immense chaos to the Si Clan.

This way, it would be much easier for the other Mercenary Corps to make a move on Si Ying.

"A second mission?"

King Arthur was a little surprised.

Destroy Twin Towers B Tower. This mission was far more difficult than assassinating Si Ying.

That was Si Pharmaceutical’s true face in Greenfield City.

The destruction of the Twin Towers would cause the Si Clan’s influence in the Asian Administrative Region, and even worldwide, to suffer a severe blow.

All products from Greenfield City would be affected.

Even for a mega-corporation like Si Pharmaceutical, it would mark the official beginning of their decline.

Lin Qi didn’t reply to King Arthur; Guang Ling’s email reply came just then.

"The plan is feasible, but I can’t act directly. I can only provide you with the technical and code solutions."

"You’ll have to personally modify all the offline vehicle control systems, and you need to do a significant number of them."

Along with Guang Ling’s instructions, there was a code package in the attachment.

Lin Qi left the spectator stands and took an inner access corridor to the underground section of the oval building.

That was the parking area for the various corporations’ Formula craft. Each corporation’s section was isolated, requiring sufficient clearance to enter.

[Authorization reading complete. Si Pharmaceutical High-Level clearance. Access to Si Clan’s Formula Team vehicle depot granted.]

When permissions were networked, Guang Ling was practically an omnipotent being.

The Highest-Level Mercenary Corps had maintained a one hundred percent success rate on its exclusive missions to date. The main forces for field operations were Master Ma and King Arthur.

Lin Qi acted as an auxiliary information specialist, handling the inspection of certain offline devices.

Capitalist was responsible for the procurement and transport of certain sensitive equipment.

And Guang Ling was the absolute core of the Mercenary Corps, possessing near-omnipotent control on the network level.

Because of this, the Highest-Level Mercenary Corps’ methods for completing missions were always wildly imaginative, just like now.

Lin Qi avoided everyone’s gaze and approached a Formula dogfight craft.

This was a parking bay, a repair shop, and even an armory.

"According to the Flying Vehicle Protection Accord, the Big Business Alliance prohibits vehicle control systems from connecting to the network. The control system must be managed by an independent offline chip."

"But modifying it isn’t hard. The difficulty lies in breaking through the base protocol. For Guang Ling, however, that’s not difficult at all; they could even provide countless ways to do it."

Lin Qi made a minuscule modification to the vehicle’s computer, imported the code, and the control authority of this Formula dogfight craft was now compromised. It could even be controlled via a local area network.

The process wasn’t complex; it only took Lin Qi two minutes.

’Guang Ling really can’t tamper with it remotely through the cyber network? I have my doubts...’

The process was unbelievably simple.

Just modifying the signal receiver and then importing the code.

Given Guang Ling’s Ability to start a conference call even when the Intelligent Brain showed no network connection, Lin Qi didn’t believe there was anything Guang Ling couldn’t do.

Walking toward the next corporation’s exclusive depot, Lin Qi fell into deep thought: ’Guang Ling’s Ability is beyond comprehension, but they always seem to be wary of something. The reason they formed this Mercenary Corps, using me, King Arthur, Master Ma, and Capitalist to complete missions, might just be to stay hidden.’

’An omnipotent ghost roaming the network is far more terrifying—and far more intolerable to the mega-corporations—than a fledgling Mercenary Corps.’

...

Outside the Twin Towers, red and blue hues reflected off the surrounding area.

Calm was the prevailing mood.

Not a single person appeared in the plaza before the Twin Towers, yet countless gazes were locked onto it.

Finally, a seemingly ordinary ground vehicle drove over from the distance.

The vehicle looked like a sports car—a two-seater, orange-yellow, with a conspicuous black racing stripe on the hood.

On either side of the stripe, two large words were particularly eye-catching.

Holy Relic.

The T0-level Mercenary Corps, the Holy Relic Legion.

The breathing of countless onlookers seemed to stop for a moment.

This was a terrifying Mercenary Corps, capable of taking on a mega-corporation single-handedly.

Compared to the mega-corporations, which relied on cities, industry, commerce, and finance to survive, the Mercenary Corps had no such constraints. They could do whatever they wanted.

The vehicle stopped beneath Tower B of the Twin Towers.

A blond guy and a fat guy got out of the car.

"You didn’t have to come. It’s just the headquarters of a half-crippled mega-corp. I can solo the Twin Towers."

"Stop posturing. Find Si Ying as fast as possible, strip him naked, and throw him out of the Twin Towers."

"Get a move on."

The blond, the Mercenary from the Holy Relic Legion codenamed Lion, stretched his limbs.

He turned, his gaze seeming to lock onto one building after another.

He "saw" the other Mercenaries who were watching.

He extended his right hand, gave a thumbs-up, and then slowly turned it downward. "A bunch of rats."

There would be no probing tonight; the target was already locked.

Regardless of whether the intel was true or false, the Mercenary Corps’ high command had already ordered the strike. Time seemed to be growing short, and the various factions were getting restless.

Lion was still holding his pose when suddenly, countless flashes of fire appeared.

A terrifying barrage of firepower, a steel curtain of bullets, rained down from within Si’s Twin Towers.

"Tch. That tickles."

He made no move to block, letting the bullets rain down on his body.

Two S-Class Prosthetic Implanters!