Chu Xuan spoke without lifting his head, his gaze fixed upon the countless sheets of paper spread across his hands and the desk. These documents represented the full extent of intelligence gathered by leveraging the entire high-level information network across Shanghai. However, the raw data consisted of vague, fragmented texts that required professional intelligence analysts to piece together. The Central team was currently critically short of everything except time; several key members were in stasis, the strongest combatant was guarding the Buddha Head, and there were two members lacking significant fighting capability...

In short, this was the most difficult period for the Central team. Chu Xuan was forced to exert his utmost, serving simultaneously as planner, combatant, strategist, and various support roles (such as intelligence analyst). In essence, Chu Xuan was operating at an extreme overload. "The Four Great Powers is just a general term.

Firstly, the Kuomintang (KMT). Shanxi is still within their sphere of influence; the possibility of them obtaining the Buddha statue components is thirty percent. Secondly, the Japanese military. After the statue emerged, it seems the Japanese military used some condition to semi-coax Yan Xishan, giving the Japanese forces a twenty-five percent chance of acquiring the components.

Thirdly, the Communist faction. Although their current influence is small, their underlying public support, underground network, and the general trend of the era… they have a twenty-five percent chance of obtaining the components." "The fourth power, despite having only a twenty percent probability, is the one that worries me the most. If it is this faction, then the current situation becomes exponentially more complex... The fourth faction refers to all non-Asian powers, such as Germany, the Soviet Union, the United States, and even Britain, France, Italy, and so on...

If it is this fourth faction, then the mobilization of the Magic Cannon becomes necessary." Chu Xuan continued reviewing the intelligence reports while speaking to Wang Xia. Wang Xia stood beside him. This soldier had completely transitioned from the role of a Reincarnation Squad member back into that of a military man. After all, when alongside Chu Xuan, perhaps only Zheng Zha and Cheng Xiao could joke with him freely.

Others either felt oppressed, or, like Wang Xia, maintained a strict superior-subordinate relationship with him. Chu Xuan returned to studying the papers in his hand, speaking without looking up: "What is the current time?" "It is four-oh-seven in the morning of the second day. I will sleep in twenty-three minutes, waking at ten thirty AM," Wang Xia replied after checking his watch. "Waking at eight-thirty?

We have no excess time," Chu Xuan continued. "That means we only have a little over five days left, correct? What about Zheng Zha? Has he contacted you?" "No.

As per your instructions, since the optical hypnosis regulator lit up, I have checked with Qi Tengyi and the others every two hours. So far, Zheng Zha shows no sign of waking, and it has been over eight hours since the last attack by the Yellow Turban Warriors..." Wang Xia nodded. "Is that so?" Chu Xuan set down the various documents and looked up at Wang Xia, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Then, after you wake up, contact them again.

If Zheng Zha still hasn't awakened, maximize the energy output of the optical hypnosis regulator. Operating it at fifty percent efficiency relative to its current speed means his experiences within the dream will also progress at fifty times the pace... Do you have any concerns?" Wang Xia indeed showed a hesitant expression, pausing before speaking: "Running thought processes at such a rapid speed—won't that cause some sort of effect on his spirit? Although Zheng Zha has already unlocked the fourth stage, intermediate level of the Genetic Lock, and has definitely broken past his inner demon state, this kind of frantic experimentation you are employing..." "It is not experimentation," Chu Xuan looked back at the intelligence files.

"It is a conclusion, confirmed by much research: the limits of human thought speed. Theoretically, human thought speed is infinite. For instance, you have a dream at night where you subjectively experience a long period—say, ten years within the dream—but in reality, the dream occurs in an instant. Rapid eye movement and intense cortical activity signify dreaming, and this happens momentarily throughout the night.

In an instant, you feel you've lived ten years. In other words, time does not exist within a dream... Of course, forcing thought speed too quickly can cause mental fatigue... But given his physical constitution, this speed of thought processing should not affect him significantly, perhaps..." "Perhaps?

Chu Xuan, I predict that when Zheng Zha wakes up, he will definitely want to beat you up..." "That assumes we both survive..." Chu Xuan looked up once more, meeting Wang Xia's gaze. "Tomorrow, contact the high command of the KMT and the Communists. Wang Xia, you should rest early; you aren't built like I am." Wang Xia nodded silently and turned to leave the room. Just as he reached the doorway, he asked out of curiosity, "Speaking of which, didn't you say previously that letting the waves destroy the Shanghai port was part of your plan?

What was the use of that? Even if the Buddha statue was on a ship in the port, destroying it makes things difficult for us, right?" Chu Xuan looked back down at the files, speaking as he read: "Oh, the probability of the Buddha statue being on a ship is too low. While possible, the odds are less than one in ten thousand. It requires the statue, the timing, and the location to all align with a vessel being loaded for sea—the probability is too slim.

The reason for doing it was to beat the grass to scare the snake..." "Beat the grass to scare the snake?" "Yes, precisely." Chu Xuan continued: "Previously, there was no need to involve the foreign powers in the Shanghai high command. The reason I brought them in and revealed the existence of the Buddha statue was to make them understand its significance. Greed is the greatest instigator of desire. We overlaid the immense power of a nuclear explosion onto the description of the statue.

Once these foreign merchants, diplomats, or intelligence agents learned of it, they would inevitably report the statue's existence to their home governments. The nation or power that obtains the statue is bound to leave some trace; otherwise, we would never acquire all this intelligence within the remaining five-plus days. It is necessary, it is mandatory—beat the grass to scare the snake, forcing the intelligence to reveal itself..." "And by destroying the port, we eliminated the possibility of them smuggling the statue into Shanghai for concealment. Darkness under the lamp is the easiest blind spot to miss; even I would be unable to find it if they truly managed to hide the statue within Shanghai...

Therefore, I want them to try every means to move the Buddha components out to sea. As long as the statue is in motion, we have a much better chance of finding and acquiring it. We must make these Buddha components expose themselves." Wang Xia let out a breath. He no longer knew how to describe Chu Xuan, so he simply turned silently and walked out.

From behind him, Chu Xuan’s voice called out again. "Oh, right. When you wake up tomorrow morning, inform Zhang Li to begin his action. Have him eliminate one Japanese divisional headquarters or a force ranked at divisional level or higher closest to him...

If the Buddha statue components are in the hands of the Japanese military, then I shall... beat the grass to scare the snake!" Across the vast expanse of the Chinese mainland, the members of the Central team were scattered across five vastly different locations, each experiencing their own unique internal emotions. Facing the ever-shrinking mission time limit, everyone still gazed upon the same starry sky over China... "So tragic, these Japanese devils, no—and the Korean lackeys too.

Is what that old man said yesterday true? Japanese devils who kill, and Korean lackeys who flay skins? Are those Korean conscripted puppet troops fighting alongside the Japanese really more vicious than the Japanese devils themselves?" Zhang Heng muttered to himself, sitting on a rock. He looked utterly dejected, his tone sounding as if he were talking to himself or perhaps confiding in someone unseen.

"Heh heh, this Jap, that Korean, why are you playing the angry youth, learning to be furious? Why were you completely unharmed after killing those several dozen people yesterday? Are you afraid of blood? Or is your cowardice just a facade?

Cowardly because you feared self-injury when you lacked strength, but now that you have strength, you no longer fear being a coward and can bully ordinary people? Heh heh, you're truly 'mighty'..." a female voice sneered sarcastically. Not far behind Zhang Heng sat Ming Yanwei, her face set in a cold sneer. She crunched on an apple, speaking words that were icy and barbed, as if any statement Zhang Heng made would elicit such a reaction from her.

Zhang Heng suddenly whipped his head around, startling Ming Yanwei. He spoke with grave seriousness: "Don't talk about angry youth or not. If someone is killing in front of you, it's one thing not to save them, but to curse the person who tries to intervene as meddlesome—that is not funny at all! If I hadn't witnessed it, fine.

But since I am here, even if this is just a horror movie world manufactured by the 'Main God,' I cannot stand idly by! This has nothing to do with being 'su-qing' or not! I simply must do this!" (Is... is that Zhang Heng?) Ming Yanwei stared at him in shock, as if meeting this man for the first time.

She remained stunned for a long while, unable to gather her composure. Jumping to...