Though all the windows and doors on the first floor were closed, the door on the second-floor balcony was not.
Without even adopting a running posture, the robot jumped on the spot and caught the handrail of the second-floor balcony. With a bend of the arms and a lift of the legs, it easily made its way upstairs and slipped in through a door.
Ten minutes later, the robot that had infiltrated the villa had completed the positioning of listening devices in major rooms and locations. Every car in the underground garage was also rigged with a listening device and a tracker. There was no surveillance in the villa, presumably because Lei Peng had great confidence in the security of the villa area, otherwise tonight’s task would be troublesome.
After completing its task, the robot retraced its steps, cleaned up the traces, and finally used some small wires to secure the hole in the fence. Although it was not an exact restoration, it was acceptable. In the short term, no one would notice.
As actions began in Bangkok and Province City, Tang Qing did not enter the command room the entire night, instead, he was practicing calligraphy in his own room.
The next day
Tang Qing woke up early to monitor the progress of the two plans.
There was no new development on Lei Peng’s side, as it was not even dawn yet and the second step of the plan hasn’t started. However, the progress in Bangkok was beyond his expectations.
Last night, the dispatched robots all went to the most chaotic and complex areas in Bangkok.
The fighters specifically targeted hooligans for questioning. For some people, they would offer money, while for others, they would point a gun to their heads, ensuring they spilled every little detail.
Besides this, some fighters infiltrated the Bangkok Police Station, investigating local power and population records extensively.
Through cross-verification and the information obtained from the Bangkok Police Station, the entirety of Bangkok’s underground forces were exposed over just one night. All kinds of information was clear at a glance in the command center.
By the time dawn was approaching, this information was laid before Tang Qing.
"How can it be so efficient? I’m not even prepared yet." Tang Qing sighed to himself looking at the information.
This was not bragging or preparing for anything, but mental preparation. Seeing the distribution of Bangkok’s underground forces, their numbers, and the information obtained from the police station’s archives, he wanted to say: these scumbags deserved to die.
He had only heard about the actions of these underworld forces before, but now that he was seeing it for real, he felt suffocated.
Almost all the unimaginable atrocities were present here, with many people still evading the law.
But this was good, as he had previously felt that many people would die due to the plan formulated by the command center, and it seemed too cruel. But after seeing this information, his resolve hardened. He could proceed with the next step without any guilt. Seeing those records, many people who weren’t included in the original plan were listed in another plan by Tang Qing: The Garbage Cleaning Plan.
This was a plan to purge all the wicked individuals under the forces he controlled. All these people were polluters of the world. He wasn’t a saint, but he couldn’t tolerate having such displeasing individuals under him.
In a word: action.
Tang Qing arrived at school in the early morning.
Seeing Tang Qing enter the classroom without even a backpack, his classmates didn’t bat an eyelid.
This habit formed last week; carrying a backpack was troublesome. Since he didn’t read books when he went home and used his time practicing calligraphy, reading extra-curricular books, watching TV, or tutoring his sisters, he didn’t need one.
Nowadays, his aunt and others had given up micromanaging Tang Qing. His current top-of-the-class performance and near-perfect scores justified his capabilities. Spending most of his time at school also reassured them, which made Qin Shiqi feel envious. She was about to face her midterms and was not the top of her grade. That’s why she was always under her aunt’s supervision to try to bring down Tang Qing. She often asked him to solve various problems, to which Tang Qing patiently responded. Qin Shiqi wasn’t unreasonable; she’d only ask if she wasn’t sure about a problem or if she wanted to know a different way to solve it.
"Here, try this Osmanthus Cake that my mom made yesterday. I can’t finish it." As soon as Tang Qing sat down, Wang Yan handed over a plastic box.
Looking at the Osmanthus Cake in the box, Tang Qing couldn’t help but recall how Wang Yan often used to make him this cake in his previous life. It was identical, clearly learned from her mother.
Such a nostalgic feeling.
Tang Qing picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. A familiar taste spread across his tongue.
"Delicious," Tang Qing said, giving a thumbs up.
Wang Yan smiled and said, "As long as it’s delicious. By the way, Tang Qing, what were you up to these past few days?"
"I took a trip to Province City." Tang Qing answered truthfully.
"Province City? What did you go there for?" Wang Yan asked, puzzled.
"A friend’s birthday," Tang Qing replied. He had thought about buying an additional gift for Wang Yan when he bought the presents yesterday, but he was hesitant. As he pondered over the reason for the gift and whether it was an appropriate thing to do, time flew by, and the opportunity passed.
However, he felt guilty now. Wang Yan often brought him food from home, but he had never gotten her anything in return. He couldn’t even make up his mind about getting her a small souvenir on a trip. Just thinking about it, Tang Qing felt upset.
"Oh," Wang Yan responded.