Suyang United Association Building.

Liu Tongbei swayed out of the restroom, phone in hand.

He'd eaten too much and had to relieve himself, but for him, the only things in life worth living for were good food and surfing.

So when he encountered delicious food, he naturally had to give it his all, eating until he absolutely couldn't eat any more.

"Hey, A-Bei, are you even listening to me?" An annoyed female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm listening intently," Liu Tongbei quickly replied.

"Have you even thought about our future? Transferring yourself to such a remote place without a word." The female voice asked unhappily.

"Aren't I carrying out official duties? Although this place is a bit remote, life is still very comfortable. Why don't you come over too?" Liu Tongbei said.

"Stop it. The higher-ups want you to harmonize the emerging dead-angle people's forces. How's that going? The incident that Su Tan exposed earlier was investigated and found to be related to your side. Don't create another troublesome organization like Chong Yuan."

"Chong Yuan was an accidental product," Liu Tongbei said, the smile on his face slowly fading. "But what I'm doing here is inevitable."

"You're going to pass your peak in just over a decade. Have you thought about how you're going to arrange things then? We should pave the way for our future too," the woman said.

"I know, I know," Liu Tongbei quickly responded.

Flying Ritualists seemed infinitely glamorous, but in reality, they also had a peak period.

Aging and degeneration were phenomena that no living thing could avoid.

Even with cyborg technology and organ replacement technology, the lifespan of the brain would continue to dwindle.

Unless the brain was completely replaced.

But would that still be oneself?

The reason why the upper echelons of Yi Nation pursued Daoist health and spiritual cultivation was precisely for this reason.

In their eyes, the people who were cloned and had their brains replaced were no longer their own kind, but merely tools to maintain the stable operation of society.

Generally, it took about thirty years for a Flying Ritualist to rise to their peak before they began to decline.

"We've been diligently working in the Nine Rituals since we were twenty-five years old. Now that we're older, the money, resources, and connections we've accumulated are enough to lay the foundation for our retirement. I'm planning to resign in a while," the female voice on the phone said.

"Have a child?" Liu Tongbei was stunned, then reacted.

"Yes."

"Sigh, I originally wanted to play around for a few more years, but fine, let's have one then. I'll start making arrangements on my end immediately," Liu Tongbei sighed.

"How's the dead-angle people team on your side? Have they caused any unrest?"

"No, it's very stable here, even better than before. Many dead-angle people are no longer as cynical and causing trouble everywhere because they have hope."

"That's good. Maybe I can choose your side to have the baby. I want to give birth myself."

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He hung up the phone.

Liu Tongbei let out a long breath.

His wife was coming over, and he couldn't say anything. The Fate Garden team in his jurisdiction was indeed considered stable compared to the other well-known dead-angle people teams in other regions.

The matter of Tianming (Heaven's Mandate) was now suppressed by Jin Datui, and everything had returned to calm.

"Sigh, I hope it can stay this calm."

After working for this period of time, he had almost gotten used to daily life in the Suyang area.

He didn't want to go through any more troubles.

Beep beep beep.

The phone rang again.

Liu Tongbei glanced at the caller ID, stunned, and quickly pressed to answer.

"Brother Bei, Mingyuan is planning to open a branch office in the provincial capital. Do you think we should communicate with the people from Fate Garden to see what they're up to?" The subordinate who had been sent to specifically monitor Mingyuan reported in a deep voice from the other end of the phone.

"A branch office? What branch office is a dead-angle people company opening?" Liu Tongbei frowned.

He had just praised Mingyuan for being stable, and the other party immediately slapped him in the face.

Why absorb so many dead-angle people? Gathering crowds, and gathering so many dead-angle people who could face despair at any time.

If they were slightly provoked, the damage caused.

"I understand, I'll contact Mingyuan headquarters immediately."

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Mingyuan Headquarters.

Li Cheng Yi stood alone by the sofa in the conference room, overlooking the night view of Suyang.

The traffic lights were like an illusion, hazy and bright, reflecting in his eyes through the glass.

Suyang's reputation in the province had improved a lot compared to before.

The public order was getting better and better, and all kinds of good policies and local changes that ordinary people could feel were becoming more and more effective.

All of this was brought about by Mingyuan Company.

The local government had brought a lot of trade because of the continuous gathering and arbitrary consumption of a large number of dead-angle people.

And then, because they were worried that the dead-angle people might cause trouble, they increased the jurisdiction of public order.

The benefit of the strengthening of public order was that even the original dark forces had no way to do anything, and could only endure it, or even secretly leave the city.

This was a chain reaction.

Li Cheng Yi liked this small city, liked this his hometown.

So he also hoped that it could become better.

And Mingyuan's plan to go to the provincial capital to open a branch was also decided by him just now.

After coming out of Handshake, he studied the first level of the newly acquired Seven Intent Sacred Spirit Art.

If you didn't look at the content, this cultivation method could be said to be quite upright, and the name was also nice. The ultimate goal was to cultivate into the Sacred Spirit of Heaven, which looked like the light of the right path.

But after carefully studying the details, Li Cheng Yi realized that this Faceless Sword Sect was really not as upright as the name suggested.

The first level of the Seven Intent Sacred Spirit Art mentioned it.

This cultivation method could not be cultivated by oneself. The core of it was that one needed to find a so-called Holy Infant to replace oneself in cultivation.

Whatever realm the Holy Infant cultivated to, the main body would naturally reach the same realm.

The essence of the Seven Intent Sacred Spirit Art was that one needed to find seven Holy Infants, teach them seven different levels of cultivation methods, and their progress would directly determine the progress of the main body.

And the most evil thing was that the Seven Intent Sacred Spirit Art had a total of seven levels, and each level could be taken out for separate cultivation.

To reach the highest realm and achieve the so-called Sacred Spirit of Heaven, the cultivation realms of the seven Holy Infants needed to be fused together.

According to the introduction of the cultivation method, after fusion, the Holy Infants could still maintain their own cultivation. The main body absorbed and synchronized their realm insights and half of their cultivation, so it had little impact on the Holy Infants.

It just didn't say what the specific impact was... But this cultivation method was definitely not as simple as described.

Li Cheng Yi thought of the appearance of the Faceless Swordsman, and knew that this Faceless Sword Sect must have problems. The so-called Holy Infants could not be harmless to themselves.

So the choice of the Holy Infants naturally could not be placed on the team members themselves.

And because it required a long period of cultivation, the Holy Infants could not be dead-angle people either.

Cultivation required resources and a lot of free time. From this point of view, the Holy Infants must be non-ordinary people.

So.

The children of the upper and middle classes were the real group that Li Cheng Yi was aiming at.

Going to the provincial capital to open a branch was to expand the dead-angle people group and attract more dead-angle people to join Mingyuan.

On the other hand, it was planned to truly start contacting the middle and upper circles of Yi Nation, and increase the right to speak and influence of status.

Beep beep beep.

The phone rang.

Li Cheng Yi answered the phone. It was Commissioner Liu Tongbei calling.

Everyone had emotions and desires, and had their own needs. Commissioner Liu was the same.

In the Suyang United Association, Li Cheng Yi had repeatedly supported his decisions, restrained the dead-angle people from rioting, maintained regional stability, and cooperated in several special operations to capture fugitives.

It could be said that the intelligence capabilities and action force of Fate Garden were already second to none in the Suyang area.

Liu Tongbei's private relationship with him was getting better and better because of this.

Although the Nine Rituals were strong, too few good players were assigned, the Security Agency was too weak, and local garrisons could not be easily mobilized.

So the civilian forces, such as the various forces in the United Association, became the cornerstone of supporting local security.

Mingyuan Company, the strongest in the United Association, had now become the benchmark of Suyang.

Liu Tongbei mentioned that his wife was preparing to come over to prepare for pregnancy. After receiving Li Cheng Yi's congratulations, he changed the subject.

"Old brother, the matter of the branch office in the provincial capital is not a big problem. Now, in the entire Fengnan Province, few people have as much confidence as you. I can support you. But."

"Brother Bei, just say what you want to say."

"It's like this. Have you heard of the Quanxin Group in Xizhi Province?" Liu Tongbei said.

"Quanxin, the one that makes communications?"

"Yes."

"I've heard a little bit, what's wrong?" Li Cheng Yi asked in confusion.

"They have recently entered our Fengnan Province market, and have a lot of conflicts with the local communications company, Tangen Group. Tangen is being overwhelmed and is estimated to be unable to hold on."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Their conflict is now on the surface. They are going to have a security duel," Liu Tongbei said.

"And then?" Li Cheng Yi continued to ask.

"Since the people from Zhongyi were beaten back last time, Mingyuan has been recognized as the strongest in Fengnan. And Quanxin is the strongest in Xizhi Province. They are dealing with Tangen, do you really think it is for the communications business here?"

"Brother Bei is saying that they are here for us?" Li Cheng Yi understood.

"That's right. The Provincial United Association is short of two places this year. I have already recommended you for one. If nothing unexpected happens, you will definitely pass. The other one is for the family behind the previous president who died in the assassination. It is considered compensation and cannot be changed.

Quanxin's chairman, Zhao Quanxin, is a very ambitious person. This time, I'm afraid he is aiming for your place in the Provincial United Association."

Li Cheng Yi understood instantly.

"Don't be careless. Zhao Quanxin is not a kind person. When he started his business, some aristocratic children wanted to get involved in his business and take a share, but he made them look bad, and they didn't dare to say a word. Of course, if you are willing to give up the place as a member of the Provincial United Association, you can avoid a direct conflict with him," Liu Tongbei said.

"Why give up? Brother Bei, don't worry, I'll go to the provincial capital after I stabilize the situation here," Li Cheng Yi said.

He already knew from Rainbow Candy that the Tianming (Heaven's Mandate) turmoil had been suppressed by her father. He originally thought he would encounter trouble, but he didn't expect all the commotion to be resolved.

Power and wealth were indeed good things. He and the boss had discussed it and planned to gradually move Mingyuan upward, and gradually use the official resources and technology to search for and investigate dead-angles, and study the things in the dead-angles.

In order to get more help, avoid more dangers and greed.

After all, he had now measured his limit, which was only equivalent to a seventh-level master. The seventh-level was a top powerhouse in Su Tan. But in Yi Nation, there were even strongmen at the ninth level.

For example, the nine Flying Ritualists of the Nine Rituals, who were high above, were officially recognized as ninth-level.

Therefore, unless he could fight against the entire system alone, integrating into the system was the best choice.

After hanging up the phone, Li Cheng Yi turned around, picked up his coat, and walked out of the conference room.

Not long after, he came out of the company gate.

Zhou Xingtong was already waiting outside in the car.

(End of this chapter)