HDRDTH -Chapter 101 Three Billion? 20,000 Tickets? A Cross-Border Corporate Account?

At the top floor of Xinghuang Entertainment, the innermost stall of the women’s restroom.

Li Yao bit down hard on the collar of her cleaning uniform, forcing herself not to make a sound despite overwhelming fear.

Her trembling hands pressed a micro transmitter disguised as lipstick against a water pipe, using the resonance of the metal conduit to mask the faint electromagnetic signal.

“Codename Nightingale, urgent emergency!”

“The target, Yu Xian, has activated the ultimate defensive array, codename ‘As Desired’.”

“Deployment location: Beijing 100,000-person stadium.”

“Trigger mechanism: mass children’s choir layered with extreme-thickness string orchestration.”

“Suspected large-scale brainwave cleansing weapon! The effective damage radius will cover the entire enclosed venue!”

“This is a targeted massacre against Imperial covert personnel! Repeat! This is a massacre! Request all sleeper agents in Beijing to immediately go silent or evacuate!”

After sending the message, the transmitter began to emit a thin wisp of smoke from overload.

Li Yao collapsed onto the toilet lid, gasping for breath.

She knew this piece of intelligence would completely reshape the Empire’s strategic deployment in northern China.

That man in plastic slippers had used nothing more than a scrap of paper smelling faintly of fish to sentence the entire Beijing intelligence network to death.

Tokyo, 50 meters underground intelligence center.

Dead silence.

Saka Takemaru Fuji stared at the decoded message on the main screen, his face as pale as paper.

“‘Rivers and mountains unharmed… completely clear all threats…’”

He muttered to himself, then suddenly slammed his fist onto the tactical simulation table, shattering the red flag representing Beijing into pieces.

“Madman! He doesn’t even care about civilian casualties anymore!”

“Ten thousand people in a sealed stadium!” an intelligence officer screamed. “That level of infrasound layering would rupture ordinary people’s eardrums!”

“You don’t understand!” the chief expert pushed up his heavy glasses, his eyes filled with despair. “This is the terrifying part of his higher-dimensional strategy! He uses the pure high-frequency of children’s choir as a ‘protective shield’ to stabilize normal brainwave bands. Meanwhile, our trained intelligence agents have abnormal brainwave patterns—once caught in that extreme low-frequency string field, their brains will literally boil in seconds!”

Saka Takemaru Fuji’s legs gave out, and he collapsed into his chair.

Too ruthless.

Using a 100,000-person concert as cover—openly conducting a physical purge of spies.

“Retreat,” he said hoarsely, suddenly sounding ten years older. “Order all agents in Beijing to destroy all documents immediately! Buy tickets tonight—no, standing tickets! As long as they can leave Beijing, even clinging under a coal train is fine! No one is allowed anywhere near that stadium!”

China Military Command Center

Chu Feng stood before a massive electronic warfare situational awareness screen, breathing rapidly.

On the display, dozens of anomalous wireless signals that had been hidden across Beijing were now suddenly fleeing outward like a disturbed swarm of ants over the past three hours.

Some boarded overnight trains to Siberia, others even rode stolen bicycles onto highways.

“Report! The enemy intelligence network in Beijing has collapsed!” the communications soldier said, his voice trembling with disbelief and excitement.

Old Master Li, leaning on his cane, walked up to the screen.

He tightly held a printed copy of the simplified score of “As Desired”, tears streaming down his face.

“To defeat without fighting—that is the deterrence of a national strategist!” Old Master Li pointed at the phrase “rivers and mountains unharmed, ordinary human fireworks,” his voice ringing like a bell. “Mr. Yu is using a strategic bluff! He deliberately released the news of a live deployment at the 100,000-person stadium to shake the enemy into panic, clearing out the hidden threats in Beijing without bloodshed!”

Chu Feng snapped upright, eyes red.

“Old Master Li! Since Mr. Yu has already set the stage, the military cannot fall behind!” he said firmly. “Xinghuang Entertainment’s civilian sound system is nowhere near enough to support Mr. Yu’s concept of an ‘ultimate defensive array’!”

“What do you plan to do?”

“I request deployment of two sets of acoustic phased-array radar from the Southeast Theater Command!” Chu Feng’s eyes burned with intensity. “We’ll disguise them as concert subwoofers! Since Mr. Yu wants full string orchestration, we’ll use military-grade directional sound emitters to smash every note of ‘As Desired’ directly into the bones of every enemy!”

Old Master Li nodded heavily.

“Approved! Have the engineering battalion enter construction tonight! We absolutely cannot let Mr. Yu’s battle hymn be compromised!”

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No.1

The sun was bright.

Yu Xian wore his pilled gray undershirt and plastic slippers, lazily reclining in a rattan chair in the backyard.

Wang Dafu had left. Finally, there was no more ear-splitting screaming at home.

Su Cen had gone to school. Su Wanyi was out shopping.

The entire world was quiet.

“Dad!” Wang Dafu ran in from the front yard carrying an old canvas bag, his face full of excitement. “I found it! About 80 kilometers west of Jiangcheng, there’s an abandoned quarry called ‘Wild Boar Gorge.’ No paved roads, just mud pits everywhere. The water is less than two meters deep, and the bottom is full of broken rocks—there’s absolutely no way there could be a submarine!”

Yu Xian’s eyes lit up. He sat up immediately.

“Good place!” he slapped his thigh. “No reefs, no deep-sea monsters, no military exercises! This is the pure fishing spot a real angler should go to! Dafu, bring that 9-yuan fiberglass rod—today I’m going to dominate every white fish and crucian carp in that pond!”

Half an hour later, a battered pickup truck bumped its way out of Jinshui Bay.

Wild Boar Gorge Quarry.

Surrounded by barren mountains, not even a bird could be heard.

In front of them was a stagnant pool about the size of half a football field, with a few dead leaves floating on the surface, giving off a desolate, untouched feel.

Yu Xian stood on the muddy bank, inhaling deeply the earthy scent.

Comfortable.

This is life.

He casually mixed the cheapest fish bait, shaped it into a pencil-sized lump, and hooked it onto a tiny hook.

No ground baiting, no depth measurement—just pure improvisation.

Whoosh.

The line drew a small arc in the air, and the float landed steadily on the water.

Yu Xian lit a cigarette and squatted by the shore, staring intently at the surface.

Ten minutes passed.

No movement.

Twenty minutes passed.

Not even a nibble.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, slightly frowning.

Is this pond dead? Not even a loach?

Just as he was about to lift the rod and change bait—

His phone in his pocket suddenly erupted with an extremely sharp ringtone.

Lin Jianguo.

Yu Xian frowned, annoyed, and pulled out his fishy left hand to answer.

“What is it? I’m fishing,” he said irritably.

“Mr. Yu! A great victory! An unprecedented victory!” Lin Jianguo’s voice almost blew out the speaker.

“Spit it out already.”

“The ‘As Desired’ concert tickets just went on sale!” he roared. “100,000 tickets! The moment the box office opened, phones and online systems were completely overwhelmed! And the craziest part—20,000 VIP seats were bought out in one shot by a foreign account, three billion yuan wired through a cross-border corporate account overnight!”

Yu Xian paused.

Three billion?

Twenty thousand tickets?

A cross-border corporate account?

He felt like his brain wasn’t processing properly anymore.