Chapter 663: The Impostor's Intelligence
Kunsen hesitated a little, "I still have a task to do, I need to wait another ten minutes."
"How about this? You go sell the information for the next ten minutes, and we'll split it 50-50. Then we'll go together again in ten minutes."
Pei Yu slapped his thigh and laughed, "Okay, I'm familiar with the business of selling intelligence. I'm especially good at it."
This way, even if they fail to catch the imposter first, it won't be a loss.
Kunsen was also very satisfied with this. Although he also coveted the things in the contribution point shop, these could be put aside. He now hoped to expand his territory, so earning spirit coins was more important.
Moreover, Asak used his way to get the quota of Global Village Villager, and he was promised to get double the contribution points. A quota of Global Village Villager is worth 100 million, and if he gets double the contribution points, that would be 200 million contribution points, which would be a huge sum of money at that time.
So now Kunsen is not so concerned about the three million contribution points.
As the news about Pei Yu spread, people in the Global Village began to capture "Kunya", and there were rumors that "Kunya" was suspected to be Dr. Hong.
Asak, who also bought a piece of intelligence: The damn imposter was right under his nose, and he was the one who brought him in. It would be unreasonable if he didn't catch the person in the end.
So Asak began to send messages to "Kunya" frantically, pretending that he didn't know her identity was exposed, trying to lure her out.
The big man who had just woken up from being knocked unconscious by "Kunya" was also informed of the news by his brother. His face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.
"She, her mother is a man?"
The brother patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's not certain yet, it's just a possibility."
The rough man's face was grim, and he gnashed his teeth. "I will personally go and capture her and verify her identity."
Like the rough man, other men who had been bewitched by "Kunya" also joined the capture operation as if they were injected with chicken blood.
Even if it wasn't for the three million contribution points, they had to catch "Kunya" just for the men's face.
The slave side.
Zach also stood up.
Three million contribution points! As long as they get these three million contribution points, they will be one step closer to becoming official villagers.
There was hardly a slave who knew what contribution points were and was not moved after hearing this broadcast.
A few clever little guys came over to the group of slaves organized by the gods, and tried to get close to them with their arms around each other.
"Do you know who you organized to rescue you?"
"Did you go to the restroom earlier and meet up with that imposter?"
"I see you've adapted really well to life in the Global Village. Maybe you don't want to leave and want to become a full-fledged villager? How about this: you tell us what news you have, and when we catch the person and get three million contribution points, we can split it equally among the others."
Words like these really made some people at the bottom of the original god organization excited, but unfortunately they really didn't receive any news.
I'm so exhausted from picking up trash and clearing wasteland every day. I don't know anything at all.
The top leaders of the Divine Organization, such as Holden, were very excited. He had suffered a lot in the Global Village. Even though the air here was really good, he was unwilling to stay here any longer. He wished someone would show up to save him right now.
I wonder who this person who sneaked in is?
As long as this person can rescue him, he will definitely regard this person as the second leader of the Shenjuan Organization.
"Master, the corners of this person's mouth are moving, and he seems to be smiling. Has the petrification agent worn off? Should I get another one?"
Tang Nan pointed at the wooden stake Holden and said.
He was a person who was deeply persecuted by the Shenjuan Organization, so he was particularly concerned about the leader of the Shenjuan Organization and must not let him escape.
So as soon as Holden showed any abnormality, Tang Nan noticed it immediately.
Zhou Botong crossed his legs, a large lobster leg in his left hand and a large duck leg in his right, gnawing on them until his mouth was dripping with oil. He turned his head and glanced over at the sound, saying vaguely, "It's not time yet. Perhaps his resistance to the drug has increased. You can give him another bottle. There won't be any side effects. At most, he won't even be able to move his eyes."
"Oh." Tang Nan smiled innocently on his face, which looked much younger and more handsome than before, and nodded seriously.
Then he walked over, pinched Holden's jaw, and rudely poured him a bottle of petrifying agent under his fierce stare.
The next second, just as Zhou Botong said, Holden couldn't even move his eyes.
Seeing this, Tang Nan was very satisfied. He smiled honestly and called his fellow disciples over. The wooden stake could be used again.
Having just escaped the insects' pursuit, Dr. Hong changed his appearance and followed the crowd into the martial arts gym:
How come that wooden stake, swollen like a pig with a bruised nose and face, looks so much like their leader?
The glaring and sinister look in their eyes is also very similar.
Just as he was about to line up and pretend to go forward to kick the wooden stake, Zhou Botong, who was sitting there gnawing on a duck leg, suddenly turned his head and looked at him. The naughty boy's smiling face frowned and he took precise aim at Dr. Hong.
"Thirty-Seven, what's wrong with you today? Your steps are much heavier."
Zhou Botong didn't like calling out names, and couldn't remember so many names of his disciples, so he called them according to their ranking numbers among his fellow disciples.
But Dr. Hong had just arrived and didn't know about this. The person he disguised himself as this time was Yu Hong, not Sanshiqi.
So even though Zhou Botong was looking at him, he didn't realize for a moment that he was being called, and as a result, his movements inevitably lagged behind, revealing a flaw.
The fellow disciples around him also looked at him with suspicion in their eyes.
Tang Nan was suspicious, "Thirty-Seventh Junior Sister, are you injured?"
A senior sister next to him also asked, "Is it once a month? Master said that you can ask for leave once a month, so why are you here today?"
Dr. Hong's face twitched when he understood what once a month meant, but he was not embarrassed.
He pretended to blush and look shy, and replied in a soft female voice, "Yes, yes, I am confused. I will leave now."
The people in the martial arts gym still looked at him with a strange look, full of suspicion, especially when they were still catching the imposter.
But out of consideration for the friendship between senior sisters, they did not take action for the time being, but just stared at him with their eyes.
Even Dr. Hong couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.
Who was the little old man who pointed him out? He could even tell that his footsteps were different.
Was his perfect disguise broken here?
Just as Dr. Hong clenched his fist and was about to take a step forward, suddenly a circle of red lines appeared on his wrist, and then a figure surrounded by red light appeared on his right side, only three fists away.
(End of this chapter)
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