The shadow shuddered all over, and after seeing Adam Brooks’s face clearly, it rushed over as if seeing a savior: “Boss, you’re finally back! The brothers have been beaten up terribly by them!” Benjamin Brooks was the shrewdest among the people he had hired, and Adam Brooks guessed he might have gone into hiding. Sure enough, he found him at his old residence.

“Stop crying, get up, and tell me exactly what happened!” Adam Brooks said with a frown.

The two left the apartment complex and found a teahouse. Benjamin Brooks ordered some snacks and, while wolfing them down, recounted the events to Adam Brooks.

It turned out that three days after Adam Brooks last left, a group of menacing people showed up at Adam Brooks’s base, wielding long knives and clubs, and started beating people without a word. Sensing things were going south, Benjamin Brooks escaped through a window, but the others were beaten so badly they ended up in the hospital. The base was destroyed, and the tens of thousands of magazines they had just bought were stolen.

Adam Brooks asked, “Didn’t they say anything?” Benjamin Brooks thought for a moment and said, “It seemed like a few of them were shouting while beating people, saying things like ‘How dare you mess with Brother Clark’s woman, you must be tired of living’ and so on…” Adam Brooks frowned: “Brother Clark, do you know who that is?” Benjamin Brooks shook his head: “I don’t know, maybe not from our city. I know a bit about the big shots around here…”

Adam Brooks thought for a moment and took out a bank card: “There are three million in here. Leave this place and find another city. Our plan must go on, but this time, you need to be even more careful!” Benjamin Brooks’s hand trembled as he took the bank card: “Boss, aren’t you afraid I’ll run off with so much money?” Adam Brooks chuckled: “Would you dare?” Benjamin Brooks really didn’t dare. Three million was no small sum, but Adam Brooks was always an enigma to him. This wasn’t the first time Adam Brooks had hired him for a “job.” No matter where he was, Adam Brooks could always find him. To take the three million and disappear—he really didn’t dare. Maybe those who stormed the base were scary, but Benjamin Brooks was certain that Adam Brooks was a hundred times scarier!

“All right, boss, I’ll head to City D first thing tomorrow. I have some online friends there, so it’ll be easier to get things done.” Benjamin Brooks gripped the bank card as he spoke.

Benjamin Brooks simply spent the night at the teahouse. Adam Brooks paid the bill, left the teahouse, oriented himself, and performed a first-level immortal technique called “Soaring Leap,” heading north.

He found an internet café at random and opened a search engine. This magazine held a pivotal position in the domestic gaming industry, and this beauty contest was a major event of the year, so it was getting a lot of attention online. Adam Brooks did a casual search and found plenty of related information. Narrowing the search to “scandal” brought up a whole row of red headlines.

Without any effort, Adam Brooks found the girl’s “rumored boyfriend”—a middle-aged real estate tycoon. But this real estate mogul’s surname wasn’t Geng; his name was Samuel Grant. Adam Brooks checked other related news but didn’t find any other rumored male leads, so it seemed this was the guy.

Adam Brooks knew exactly what he needed: the criminal system database of the national security department.

In the capital, City B, Adam Brooks was right at home.

He wasn’t an all-powerful hacker from a fantasy novel, nor was he an immortal with psychic powers strong enough to hack the internet with his brainwaves. He was just a down-and-out tribulation immortal. But even so, a tribulation immortal was still an immortal. The secret departments of the Ministry of Public Security were considered advanced in the human world, even guarded by more than a dozen superpowered experts, including three cultivators.

But for Adam Brooks, these were no obstacles at all. He easily entered the computer room, where the authorization level was so high that he could look up whatever he wanted.

Indeed, Adam Brooks was just a tribulation immortal, but even so, he was invincible in the human world. He didn’t need to hack the whole world or invade with his mind; he just needed to find a place that could grant him this level of access, and in this, Adam Brooks was an expert.

He entered Samuel Grant’s name and searched. The system instantly pulled up a long list of files, and Adam Brooks was surprised: Wow, this guy was actually a “key figure”!

He had visited this computer room more than once, and he was familiar with some of the national security department’s procedures. If the name was in red and the file was classified as B-level confidential, and the information was this complete, it was clearly someone under special attention.

He browsed the file: Samuel Grant, original name Matthew Clark, Han ethnicity, dropped out of junior high. Started out in the underworld, known as Brother Clark. At thirty, he went legit and entered real estate development…

The subsequent records detailed how he bribed officials to obtain land use rights, or used illegal means and violence to forcibly seize farmers’ land, and so on. The evidence was solid, but he hadn’t been arrested, entirely because the secret department suspected he had a huge “protective umbrella” above him. Since they hadn’t figured out who it was, they hadn’t moved against him yet.

Adam Brooks whistled, already having a plan in mind. Young Foster was right—villains like this should be punished by immortals. Otherwise, with people always praying for “divine protection,” wouldn’t he, as an immortal, be letting them down?