Master of Kaidan
Chapter 312: Simple and Rough Separation Plan

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Simple and Rough Separation Plan

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A slightly urgent knocking sound echoed. Inside the office of the head of the Kaidan Countermeasure General Bureau’s Investigation Team, Wu Qing frowned slightly while approving documents. However, after glancing over the table to ensure there were no confidential files, he finally said,

"Come in."

"Click..."

The door lock turned, and a familiar face walked into the office. Wu Qing was momentarily stunned upon seeing the visitor and then asked in surprise,

"Captain Zhou, what brings you here?"

"Old Wu, it’s an emergency mission; we need to use your department’s channels in the Eastern Country!" Captain Zhou spoke quickly. Wu Qing was taken aback for a moment before realizing the seriousness and his expression immediately turned grave.

"What mission? What do we need to do?"

"Someone is trapped within the Eastern Country by their Kaidan Organization. We need to find a way to bring them back. Here’s the director’s approval document." Captain Zhou placed a fully documented file on the table. Wu Qing picked up the approval to review it, puzzled,

"A task like this can be handled through regular procedures, so why are you delivering the documents personally?"

Hearing his words, Captain Zhou turned his head to confirm the door was closed, then took out a small device resembling a power bank and pressed a button before stating seriously,

"The target’s identity needs to be kept strictly confidential, and the fewer people involved, the better. Also, the task must be completed at any cost!"

Hearing the phrase "at any cost," Wu Qing’s expression turned solemn as he closed the documents again. "I need to know the target’s identity to arrange personnel accordingly, otherwise, I must request approval from higher department leaders, that’s the protocol."

Captain Zhou didn’t say much about this matter and quietly uttered two words.

Hearing Captain Zhou’s words, Wu Qing’s eyes widened. After a brief silence, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, saying,

"I understand. I guarantee the task will be completed."

...On February 3, 2015, a new type of rocket test in the Eastern Country failed. The rocket disintegrated after some time in flight, with debris falling into the outer sea. Yan Country issued a stern protest over this...

"Found it! Over here!"

Hearing this in Yan Country’s language from outside the compartment, Feng Xue, with a darkened expression, slowly propped himself up. Moments later, accompanied by a creaking and striking sound of metal, the missile’s casing was pried open, and Feng Xue once again saw the light of day.

"Hello, sir. I’m Li Zhen, responsible for receiving you this time. Identification code July 4. Currently, our identity is that of a nearby fishing boat. Please head to the cabin to rest; we’ll soon be able to return home."

Looking at the stern-looking middle-aged man in front of him, Feng Xue nodded. Although the method of "stuffing a person into a rocket warhead and launching it into the sea" seemed rather crude, one had to admit the effect was quite effective.

...A day later...

"Mr. Feng, is this our first face-to-face meeting?" At the Kaidan Countermeasure Bureau headquarters, Wang Lao, who appeared to be in his forties thanks to his cultivation of Health Cultivation Skills, looked at Feng Xue and said.

"Yes, in fact, I don’t particularly enjoy such face-to-face conversations, but the upcoming negotiation can’t be conducted through Chen Xiyao."

Feng Xue spoke with a helpless expression, while Wang Lao maintained a gentle demeanor, saying,

"You said you wish to trade for a Kaidan, correct? Which specific one?"

"Any will do. My door is being closely watched by the Eastern Country’s Hundred Tales, so I need a door that can return. You can name your price, but I must clarify that I chose Yan Country because our past cooperation was relatively pleasant. However, if the offer exceeds my expectations, I’m not without other options."

Feng Xue knew he wasn’t good at negotiation, so his strategy was to directly state the bottom line, presenting a take-it-or-leave-it stance.

Feng Xue’s words did not surprise Wang Lao. After a moment of contemplation, he asked,

"Is the widespread Masked Rider in the Eastern Country your doing?"

"Yes, the belt, like the paper I previously gave you, is crafted using my authority. If you want to trade with the belt, I can provide twenty of them," Feng Xue admitted without reservation to the already well-established fact. Wang Lao, however, shook his head,

"We don’t have a need for that at the moment. If possible, I hope you can help us seize a door."

"..." Upon hearing this request, Feng Xue’s eyes narrowed slightly, "You came prepared!"

"It’s just a coincidence," Wang Lao replied candidly without concealing the fact,

"The person who opened this door is a soldier who mysteriously disappeared three months ago. Since then, a batch of Kaidan appeared in his barracks and is currently detained. We initially planned to have them learn Chinese before attempting communication, but now sixty percent of that batch has disappeared, yet their learning progress remains slow."

"I see," Feng Xue nodded, saying,

"That’s actually not difficult. Even if one is not the door opener, as long as there is physical contact with him during the return, it will suffice. However, only the person in direct contact can follow back; those who make contact with the person cannot be taken along."

He paused for a moment to think, then continued,

"I can help you negotiate with that batch of Kaidan and ensure they can establish themselves. As for what happens afterward, it has nothing to do with me."

"That will be sufficient."

...

"Let me out, my time’s almost up!"

"Damn it, I really lost my mind to come here!"

"I want to go back to Infinite City..."

Entering the cell where the Kaidan were detained, Feng Xue heard wild cries in various languages. Judging by these voices, these people seemed to be here gambling with their lives.

At the moment, there were 7 "Wu" in the cell. This number didn’t seem like those who rented a door would be associated. Thinking this way, these were probably cannon fodder pushed by organizations controlling doors to test the waters.

Thinking of this, his lips curled up slightly as he approached the one crying the hardest, speaking in their language,

"How much ’Identity’ do you have left?"

"???"

Upon suddenly hearing a familiar native tongue, the Wu’s eyes widened like a frog. He rushed to the cell door, banging on the iron bars vigorously,

"I only have two days left; after that, I’ll die, and keeping me won’t get you anything! Let me go, and I’ll do anything! Really!"

"Calm down," Feng Xue said with a steady smile, "I can decide to release you, but there’s something I’d like to inquire about."

"Tell me! Anything I know, I’ll tell you!" The Wu, grasping at a life-saving straw, said obediently, and Feng Xue nodded,

"Where did you all come from?"

"It’s the seventh floor of the Beishan District, controlled by the Mummy Organization. I heard it just opened and was recruiting pioneers, so I came..."