Afternoon, six o'clock.

Zhang Yuanqing left the office area on time, took the Heavenly Punishment member-exclusive elevator, and arrived at the bank building's lobby.

He passed through the crowded rush hour traffic, entered the public restroom on the left side of the lobby, went into a stall, transformed into a brown-haired white man, took out a suit from his backpack and put it on, and left the restroom brazenly.

He left the bank building along with the crowded people.

Then, he came to the side of the Hudson River, known as the economic lifeline of New York County, sat on a public bench, bathed in the sunset's glow, until night fell.

At this time, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, but the rush hour was still not over.

Overtime work is also very popular in the Free Federation. This country with the strongest military on land also has a "corporate slave" culture. Zhang Yuanqing once saw a joke about a European company that hired an employee from the Free Federation one day.

That employee came to work on time every day and left half an hour late. After a few days, the colleagues couldn't stand it anymore and said to him: "Oh my god, are you a devil sent to torture us? You're putting a lot of pressure on us. Please remember that work is for life."

The Free Federation employee didn't care and even ridiculed his colleagues for not understanding hard work and struggle.

Until one day, a Chinese employee came to the company. Three days later, the Free Federation employee said to the Chinese employee: "Oh my god, are you a devil sent to torture us? Please remember that work is for life!"

Zhang Yuanqing waited another half hour before leaving the riverside and summoning the red dancing shoes, which hadn't been seen for a long time, in a secluded place in the park.

Two smudges of dark red light crisscrossed and landed, turning into a pair of brand-new red dancing shoes. As soon as the red dancing shoes appeared, they didn't say a word, flew up and kicked the owner on the knee, then a second kick, a third kick, a fourth kick...

Slap, slap, slap, the sound of heavy kicks echoed in the air.

[Ding! Because you haven't summoned the red dancing shoes for a long time, its favorability towards you has greatly decreased and has officially launched an assassination against you.]

Zhang Yuanqing heard the Spirit Realm notification sound in his ear. At the same time, he finally experienced how Gou Changlao felt back then. With his current level, the red dancing shoes' attack was only a little stronger than tickling, not even painful, but the "assassination" function belonged to the rule category. Apart from being beaten, there was no way to stop it.

Amidst the echoing sounds of slapping, slapping, and slapping, after who knows how long, the Spirit Realm notification sounded in his ear again: [The red dancing shoes' resentment has weakened, it has stopped the assassination, solemnly reminding you not to neglect items with self-awareness.]

The red dancing shoes stopped attacking, stepped aside, turned around, and pointed its heel at him, looking like it was ignoring him.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around and saw that there was no one around and no cameras, so he said, "Let's dance."

The red dancing shoes ignored him.

"Let's dance eleven pieces."

The toe of the left shoe moved, forcibly resisting.

"Let's dance three pieces!"

The red dancing shoes walked over with cheerful steps, pattering and pattering.

If I were to tell it now, "Haha, you silly little thing, I tricked you," it would probably assassinate me for the rest of my life.

Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and rationally gave up this bold idea.

One person and one shoe started tap dancing in the secluded park. Occasionally, passersby would pass by, but in the eyes of ordinary people, Zhang Yuanqing was doing an awkward solo dance. Those who couldn't see the red dancing shoes mostly looked at him, sized him up, and then left straight away.

A few people wanted to take out their phones to record videos, but Zhang Yuanqing yelled "fmck" at them, scolding them with mean and sarcastic words.

During this time, his foreign language skills had improved a lot. His accent was still heavy, but when he cursed, it was a standard tone.

By eight thirty, the park was completely empty.

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing take out the yellow test paper and stuff it into the red dancing shoes.

The red dancing shoes froze for a moment, as if sensing something. After a few seconds, it let go of its feet and started running wildly.

Zhang Yuanqing used Night Wander and hurriedly followed, discovering that it was running towards the New York County Bank headquarters building, which was the Heavenly Punishment's stronghold.

Is Morus Has lurking near the Heavenly Punishment branch? Or is the red dancing shoes locking onto Abner Carlisle?

The liquid in the test paper was scraped from Carlisle's body and must have been contaminated with Carlisle's genes.

Therefore, the red dancing shoes' tracking is likely to lock onto Carlisle.

This is also why Zhang Yuanqing wanted to wait for the Heavenly Punishment members to get off work. Spirit Realm Walkers can see the red dancing shoes. He closely followed the red dancing shoes' steps. When it approached the bank headquarters building within 300 meters, Zhang Yuanqing forcibly interrupted the tracking.

It was obvious that the red dancing shoes were locking onto Carlisle. It had no intention of turning at all and was running straight towards the bank building, but evil professionals could not enter the bank building, not even sovereigns like Catherine.

Zhang Yuanqing retrieved the red dancing shoes, snapped his fingers, and used Star Escape to return to the secluded park.

There was no one around. He released the red dancing shoes again and tried to communicate: "Besides that person just now, who else can you lock onto? There should be two people's nucleic acids in here."

The red dancing shoes ignored him. Zhang Yuanqing thought about it and sighed: "Two pieces of dance!"

The red dancing shoes patted happily.

So, one person and one shoe started dancing awkwardly again. After two pieces of dance, Zhang Yuanqing did not immediately issue a tracking order. Instead, he first took the test paper out of the red dancing shoes, then put it back in the item bar. Then, he grabbed the Great Luo Star Compass, sat cross-legged in a secluded corner of the park where the surveillance cameras couldn't see, and began stargazing.

The night gradually deepened. The park by the river was deserted. The cold light of the streetlights shone on the green plants. Silent, Zhang Yuanqing, sitting cross-legged next to the green belt, raised his head, and a dreamlike starlight appeared in his eyes.

More than ten minutes later, as the constellations changed, a picture appeared in his mind.

This was an old district, filled with three-story, earthy-yellow walled houses. The roads were dilapidated and crowded, and illegal construction was serious, giving people a direct feeling of being old and poor.

Kings County or the Bronx. Judging from the age of the buildings, it was more likely to be the Bronx. Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, feeling that the picture revealed by the stars had a hint of mystery.

This kind of old, broken, and narrow district can only appear in the above two districts in New York County. The biggest characteristics of Kings County and the Bronx are "dilapidated" and "Negro gatherings."

The crime rate is basically the same.

These two major areas have therefore become strongholds for evil professionals, with gangs gathering everywhere, full of evil faction thugs and eyes.

Orderly organization teams with less than ten people do not dare to go deep into the district.

Even if they do, they will call a large number of federal police, on the one hand to contain evil professionals, and on the other hand to rely on the federal police to shoot those mortal Negros.

Zhang Yuanqing took out the red dancing shoes, stuffed the test paper into the dancing shoes, and said in a low voice: "Find him for me, don't go back to that place before."

The red dancing shoes were stunned for a few seconds. After sensing, it stepped with light steps and ran wildly, pattering and pattering.

Zhang Yuanqing entered Night Wander and followed behind.

The red dancing shoes sometimes went through walls, sometimes climbed walls, always walking in a straight line, and the speed was so fast that it only took half an hour to cross Queens from Manhattan and arrive in the Bronx. The further into the district, the older the buildings became.

Half a century ago, the Bronx was a residential area for local New York County residents. Later, because the buildings aged and were not repaired, local white people gradually moved away, civilians moved to Queens, and rich people moved to Manhattan. This place was gradually occupied by Negros.

After another ten minutes, Zhang Yuanqing arrived in the district seen in the stargazing. He immediately canceled the tracking order, transformed into a Negro with strong chest muscles and a perky butt, and awkwardly danced with the red dancing shoes in the alley to pay the price.

I can't let the red dancing shoes track anymore. The red dancing shoes' tracking is directly face-to-face. If it is allowed to continue, it will directly stomp on Morus Has's big face.

Morus Has is not worth worrying about, but it is impossible to judge whether there is a sovereign in this area. Although he is not afraid of sovereigns, this way, there is no way to handle this matter in the capacity of Jumang.

No matter how strong Jumang is, he can't defeat a sovereign. Moreover, Zhang Yuanqing can only deal with sovereigns at the early and mid stages of level seven. If he encounters level seven late stage or even level eight sovereigns, he can only bend over and take it with tears.

After finishing the dance, Zhang Yuanqing put away the red dancing shoes and swaggered around the quiet streets at night.

The security here is not good. Negros are also afraid of Negros, so after dark, apart from the cars speeding on the street, few pedestrians are seen.

Even if there are, they are those prostitutes protected by local gangs, looking for customers in the quiet night.

And besides the prostitutes, there are mostly homeless people and drunkards, a group that even gangs despise.

This area is neither too big nor too small. It is not easy to find Morus Has here, but Zhang Yuanqing is a Dream Weaver. He can find Morus Has through dreams.

If Morus Has is hiding here, then this place is very likely to be a stronghold of the Biological Alchemy Society. If there is a stronghold, there must be Transcendents who are Breaking Bad.

Just find these Breaking Bads, and you can know where Morus Has is.

If you search around and still can't find Morus Has, it means that this place is not a stronghold. Since it is not a stronghold, there is no need to consider the sovereign's issue. Just offer the red dancing shoes to paste his face.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyeballs turned transparent, and a series of bizarre dreams appeared in his vision. He dominated the sleeping consciousness in the dreams, asking about Morus Has's whereabouts.

Soon, Zhang Yuanqing had a clue.

From the dream of a Breaking Bad, he asked about Morus Has's address and also figured out the details of this area. It is indeed a stronghold of the Biological Alchemy Society, but this stronghold does not have a sovereign sitting in charge. It is a medium-sized stronghold managed by six Saints.

Morus Has likes to come here to have fun because there is a brothel run and controlled by the Biological Alchemy Society, and the scale is extremely large, with more than sixty women in the flesh trade.

Morus Has is a womanizer. He is strong and lustful. One or two women cannot satisfy him. He always likes to gather more than five women and play happily in a large room.

After finding the target's location, Zhang Yuanqing returned from the dream to reality, entered Night Wander, and quietly sneaked towards a building 200 meters away.

It was a two-story building with a small yard attached. In the shade shed in the yard, three Negros were drinking around a round table. The lights were bright on the first and second floors.

In the two bedrooms on the first floor, there were three men and three women playing, either lying on the bed, kneeling on the floor, or lying on the table. Every woman was standing behind a diligent Negro.

Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry to sneak in, but jumped onto the roof of the adjacent building and stared intently at the situation on the second floor.

The curtains of the master bedroom on the second floor were half-drawn, and only a corner of the bed could be seen. On the bed covered with white sheets, jade bodies were lying horizontally, both black and white, lying weakly.

The bed was shaking slightly, as if someone was doing strenuous exercise, but the curtains blocked the view.

"The six Saints are nearby. Well, my skills with Breaking Bad are limited to theoretical discussions. I've seen the information, but I haven't actually experienced it. I don't know what props or cards Morus Has has for the time being. To be conservative, let Guan Ya and the others come over to help me solve the small fries."

Zhang Yuanqing has great confidence in himself, but he is not arrogant. A lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. If there are teammates who can cooperate, why not use them?

So, he took out his phone, sent the location to the Saints other than Yuan Ting, and informed them of his hunting plan and the specific situation of the enemy.

Then he put down his phone and waited quietly.

During this process, the exercise in the room never stopped. The beautiful women quickly couldn't stand the flogging, and the Negros in the yard sent the second batch of women.

The first batch of women were led by members of the Biological Alchemy Society, supporting each other and limping away.

When the second batch of women were exhausted, Zhang Yuanqing turned his phone horizontally and received a message from Guan Ya: "We are one kilometer away and can support at any time."

Zhang Yuanqing was already impatient and typed in the message: "Action!"

He put down his phone, raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and turned into starlight and disappeared.

The next second, in the bedroom on the opposite side with the curtains half-drawn, bright starlight rose.