HDRDTH -Chapter 103 Your Calculations Are Unfathomable, Beyond Gods and Ghosts!

On the other end of the phone, Chen Jie’s voice was at the absolute edge of panic.

“Mr. Yu! Something huge has happened! The military has taken over the 100,000-person stadium in Beijing!”

Yu Xian casually picked at his ear and replied indifferently into the phone.

“So they took it over, so what? Just leave them a spectator section if they want to watch the concert. I’m busy fishing right now, no time for this nonsense. Wild Boar Gorge is weird—can’t even catch a single white fish.”

“It’s not about watching the concert!” Chen Jie’s voice nearly broke, filled with fear. “They brought dozens of heavy military trucks and forcibly dismantled all 20,000 plastic seats in the inner field! Now they’re moving in a bunch of black metal machines covered with labels like ‘TOP SECRET’ and ‘HIGH VOLTAGE DANGER’!”

Yu Xian froze.

His cigarette hand trembled slightly, ash falling onto his cheap plastic slippers.

“Why are they dismantling the chairs?” he asked, his voice suddenly dry.

“Commander Chu said this is your personally arranged ‘infrasound directional amplification module’!” Chen Jie cried. “He said you ordered full string coverage, and civilian audio equipment wasn’t powerful enough—so it had to be replaced with military radar systems!”

“Right now the entire field looks like a missile launch base! A broadcasting official came to inspect it, took one look at the entrance, and fainted on the spot—they had to call an ambulance!”

Yu Xian felt his veins throbbing.

I said “full string coverage”… meaning hire more cellists!

Who told you to bring in military radar?!

“Put Chu Feng on the phone,” Yu Xian gritted through his teeth.

A burst of static later, Chu Feng’s booming voice came through.

“Mr. Yu! The Southeast Theater Engineering Battalion is currently executing your ‘Ultimate Defensive Array’ deployment! Please give instructions!”

Yu Xian took a deep breath, forcing himself not to explode.

“Listen carefully, Xiao Chu. It’s just a concert. Wu Fei is just going up there to sing two songs. If you bring in all those military radar systems, people are going to die. Remove everything. Reinstall the seats. I just want to listen to music in peace.”

“Mr. Yu! Please don’t test us anymore!” Chu Feng laughed confidently, his tone full of admiration for a higher-dimensional strategist. “Old Master Li has already fully decoded your grand scheme!”

Yu Xian’s eyelid twitched.

“The enemy spent three billion buying out the inner field, attempting to cut off the acoustic resonance medium,” Chu Feng continued excitedly. “But they never expected this would give us perfect space to deploy our acoustic phased-array radar systems!”

His voice grew more intense.

“Thirty-six radar units are fully deployed! The moment Wu Fei starts singing, every note of ‘As Desired’ will be amplified ten thousand times and precisely target all enemy sleeper agents’ brainwaves in Beijing—crushing their brains into mush!”

“Don’t worry! Old Master Li confirmed civilians are protected by the high-frequency shield of the children’s choir. This is a perfect precision cleansing operation! Your calculations are beyond gods and ghosts!”

Yu Xian went completely silent.

He knew there was no point explaining anymore.

These people’s imagination had broken through reality itself. They were living in another dimension.

“Do whatever you want,” he said flatly, and hung up.

Then he shut off his phone entirely.

He squatted down in the mud, both hands covering his face.

Cross-reality communication is exhausting as hell.

“Dad… are you okay?” Wang Dafu asked cautiously.

Yu Xian lifted his head, eyes bloodshot.

“Dafu,” he said, “this world is beyond saving.”

Wang Dafu nodded seriously. “Yeah. Spending three billion to buy empty seats… that’s definitely a mental illness.”

Tokyo, 50 meters underground intelligence center

The atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Saka Takemaru Fuji sat in his command chair, holding a glass of expensive champagne.

On the screen, the satellite view of the Beijing stadium showed everything under control.

“Commander, your decision was brilliant!” the chief analyst said, raising his glass with flattery. “With three billion, the 20,000 core formation seats have been completely neutralized! Yu Xian’s sound-wave cleansing array is now an empty gun without bullets!”

Saka Takemaru Fuji took a slow sip of champagne, eyes full of arrogance.

“There is a Chinese saying: overwhelming force breaks all schemes. In the face of absolute capital, his so-called mystical higher-dimensional tricks are meaningless.”

He set down his glass.

“Order all sleeper agents in Beijing: cancel evacuation plans! Return to positions and continue infiltration! I want them to witness Yu Xian’s failure firsthand on concert night—and watch him become an international joke!”

“Yes, sir!”

The intelligence officers bowed in unison. The room relaxed.

They had no idea that the Beijing stadium had already been turned into a super acoustic weapon capable of shaking Tokyo itself into the sky.

Hengdian Film City, anti-Japanese drama set

Li Yao, wearing a dirty cotton coat soaked in muddy water, lay in a foul-smelling pit.

“Cut!” the director shouted. Break time.

She struggled up and walked to a corner, pulling out her lipstick-disguised receiver.

A decrypted message appeared:

[Crisis resolved. Commander used three billion to neutralize the array core and break enemy sound-wave formation. All sleeper agents remain on standby. Agent Nightingale is credited with outstanding merit.]

Li Yao stared at the message, pupils trembling violently.

Crisis… resolved?

Bought out the core?

A wave of terror surged from her feet to her skull.

Commander… you fool!

How could you miss something so obvious?!

That man—Yu Xian—never leaves gaps!

He deliberately leaked the information to force you to buy out the inner field!

With no civilians present, he can now unleash a true mass destruction weapon without restraint!

She tried to send an emergency warning, but the device short-circuited, emitting a burnt smell.

She collapsed into the mud, staring at the sky in despair.

It was over.

The entire northern intelligence network of the Empire was finished.

That man in a worn undershirt had moved not a single soldier, yet with just a piece of paper he drained three billion from the Empire—and was about to send its most elite agents straight into hell.

Jiangcheng, Wild Boar Gorge Quarry

The sun was beginning to set.

Yu Xian crouched by the muddy shore, chewing on a piece of grass.

Four hours had passed.

The float on the water remained motionless, like a dead object.

He had reached his limit.

“This place is definitely dead water,” he stood up, brushing mud off his pants. “Not even a frog. Dafu, pack up. We’re going home.”

Wang Dafu hurried over with the landing net.

Just as Yu Xian reached out to lift his cheap fiberglass rod—

Whoosh—

The float suddenly plunged underwater without warning.

Fast. So fast it left a faint whirl on the surface.

A bite!