Fagga asked softly, "Is there a plan?"

"First, we need to infiltrate and gather intelligence to find out whether the assassination was the individual act of Lucius and Morse (Note 1), or the intention of the entire Triumphs."

Lykahn stroked his chin, deep in thought:

"Lina and I will disguise ourselves as investment departments of local companies, and under the guise of the Fire Hell Ride, we will deal with various forces in the outer ring to see if we can get any information from them indirectly."

“Colin had already scouted the area beforehand. She applied for a job as a waitress at a bar to gather information in a crowded and noisy place.”

"Faga, you and Ellen will have to figure out your own disguises."

...

The cold night gives way to dawn, and dawn gives way to dusk.

Upon returning to school, Fagia remained sullen and preoccupied. From the moment he entered the classroom until the end of the school day, he sat in his seat, his mind filled with various plans, which he then rejected one by one.

Bang!

Fagga lay sprawled on her desk, running her fingers through her hair, rubbing it up and down: "Ugh, so annoying!!!"

When infiltrating to gather intelligence by disguising one's identity, the identity one chooses to conceal is of utmost importance.

The target is especially the victors.

Faga had done his homework. The Triumphs were the leading force in the Outer Ring. Although the overall strength of the Outer Ring was not great, they were not pushovers to be bullied. It was easy to imagine how difficult it would be to obtain their intelligence.

"Hey, still hesitating? School's over."

The school bell had already rung, but Fagga showed no sign of packing up to go home. Hearing this, Ellen couldn't help but sigh softly and turn her head to look over.

"I can't think of a solution!"

Fagga forced himself to pull himself out of his thoughts, but the sorrow still pressed on his heart, making him feel unbearably heavy.

"To find out more clearly whether that incident was an individual act, we need to delve deeper into the Triumphs' intelligence network. However, we have had absolutely no prior contact with the Triumphs, and we only have two days left starting tomorrow. It's too stressful!"

Seeing this, Eileen could only come over and gently stroke Fagga's head, smoothing his hair and comforting him:

"Alright, let's think about it slowly, we'll eventually find a way. At worst, we'll work harder and try to kidnap any lone members of the Triumphs when we have the chance. We'll kidnap one and interrogate them one by one, and we'll eventually get the information out of them."

Faga's lips twitched, then he took a deep breath: "Good idea!"

If all else fails, then find an opportunity to tie up Lucius and Morse. Anyway, tying up these two will definitely not wrong the innocent!

"Hey, Fagga, I think I just heard the Triumphs talking. What were you guys talking about?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Hearing that familiar voice, long-sealed memories suddenly opened up, and the pages of a book flipped through my mind, stopping at the line that Fagga needed.

Suddenly, Fagar looked up at the future legendary driver in front of him. After copying the thousand-word self-criticism that his teacher had made him write as punishment, he touched the steering wheel that he longed for.

If anyone has connections to the outer ring road, it can only be him!

Clang! Clang!

Suddenly, filled with enthusiasm, Fagga shoved aside the desk blocking his way, grasped the class monitor's hands tightly, and earnestly said:

"Squad leader, let's go for a race on the outer ring road!"

Class monitor: "Huh?"

...

[Note 1: Lucius and Morse: Lucius, the Triumphs' number one traitor, betrayed the Overlord, turning him into a skeleton; Morse, Lucius's henchman.]

Left, Lucius; Right, Morse