Miss Xiao Rou's eyes flashed with excitement; this meant another big business opportunity was coming!
She hadn't expected Mr. Zuo to be interested in Lord Gun. As for why Mr. Zuo suddenly became interested in Lord Gun, she was too lazy to investigate, and it wasn't something she was able to investigate.
She only knew that business was here, and the private work for receptionists like her naturally included selling information.
Moreover, this was the largest part of all their private work.
She had already witnessed Mr. Zuo's generosity, and now she could make another big profit.
Miss Xiao Rou patted her chest and guaranteed, "Mr. Zuo, please rest assured, leave it to me. I will definitely be able to get you Lord Gun's information. However, this might take some time. Lord Gun is also a big shot, and his information is not easy to obtain, but I have a few friends who work under Lord Gun, and they should be able to provide some clues."
Zuo Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "Time is not an issue, as long as you can ensure the accuracy of the information. Also, please help me pay attention to any unusual movements within Lord Gun's forces recently, especially news regarding power transitions."
Miss Xiao Rou nodded in agreement, looking at Zuo Feng with a hint of embarrassment.
Zuo Feng noticed her gaze and smiled slightly, saying softly, "Don't worry, loss crystals are not an issue. For this type of information gathering, how many loss crystals are needed?"
Miss Xiao Rou bit her lip, and after a moment's estimation, said, "That depends on the importance and confidentiality of the information; the value varies.
Expensive ones might cost one six-line zombie crystal, while cheaper ones might only require one three-line zombie crystals.
So I can't directly determine the exact price, but I promise to do my best to obtain the most accurate information at the lowest cost.
However, Mr. Zuo, it would be best if you could tell me the type and scope of the information you want to obtain, so I can collect it more targetedly."
Zuo Feng nodded; information was too elusive.
Honestly, even if someone told him Lord Gun had hemorrhoids, that would count as information. If it were truly calculated that way, the value of the information would be immeasurable.
He had to let Miss Xiao Rou collect it in a targeted manner, and if so, Miss Xiao Rou had to know the news of Lord Gun's death.
Zuo Feng pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Miss Xiao Rou, I have a piece of news here that I'll tell you, but can you keep it a secret?"
The news of Lord Gun's death could not be known by too many people yet.
Otherwise, it would be easy to alert the enemy. But if he didn't tell Miss Xiao Rou these things, and the information collected was truly about whether Lord Gun had hemorrhoids or not, then collecting such information would be meaningless.
Zuo Feng weighed his options repeatedly and decided to trust Miss Xiao Rou this one time.
Miss Xiao Rou's eyes were firm, and she said solemnly, "Mr. Zuo, rest assured, I will never reveal a single word."
Zuo Feng put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice, "According to the information I've received, Lord Gun left E City last night with 21 of his trusted subordinates. Now they are all dead. Someone used a borrowed knife to kill them. I want to know who this mastermind is, so I need this type of information, do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Miss Xiao Rou's face changed dramatically. She quickly composed herself and nodded, saying, "Understood, Mr. Zuo. I promise that no outsider will ever know the content of our conversation today! This type of information involves immediate power struggles, and the price is higher. Mr. Zuo, you will likely need 2 six-line zombie crystal, and that might not even be enough. Are you sure you want to investigate?"
Miss Xiao Rou's heart was in turmoil. Who was that? That was Lord Gun, a figure in E City who, with a stomp of his foot, could make the entire city tremble. Now he had fallen silently, and with 21 of his trusted subordinates. Anyone who could become Lord Gun's confidant was a master who had illuminated Six Lotus Seeds, wasn't they?
The ruthlessness of the person behind this, and the meticulousness of their planning, were far beyond ordinary individuals.
Zuo Feng nodded, took out two six-line zombie crystal from his pocket, placed them on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Xiao Rou, please take these two loss crystals first. You must investigate this matter as quickly as possible. Remember, the information must be accurate and without error; this matter is of great importance and cannot afford any mistakes. If the loss crystals are not enough, come to me for more. After the matter is concluded, there will be another generous reward."
Miss Xiao Rou took the loss crystals, a trace of shock still lingering in her eyes. What kind of person was this, with such a grand scheme, directly causing the death of Lord Gun and his confidantes? Investigating information about such a person carried an extremely high risk.
However, which ordinary person surviving in the apocalypse wasn't dancing on the tip of a knife? Many people didn't even have the chance to fight for their lives.
Although Miss Xiao Rou was a little scared, she didn't want to give up this opportunity. Mr. Zuo was always extremely generous, and she had already transferred two six-line zombie crystal from Mr. Zuo before. Even if there was no reward this time, she was willing to take the risk.
As long as Mr. Zuo got used to working with her, future glory and wealth would be within reach.
Miss Xiao Rou carefully put away the loss crystals, her expression serious as she nodded, "Mr. Zuo, rest assured, I will do my best to gather information and will not disappoint you."
After dinner, Miss Xiao Rou bid farewell to Zuo Feng and A Mao, leaving the room with an empty food box.
She now needed to meet up with her sisters; she couldn't complete this task alone and needed the help of others.
Of course, she would never reveal a single word about Lord Gun's demise. She knew that once leaked, she would face great danger.
After seeing Miss Xiao Rou off, Zuo Feng looked at A Mao and asked gently, "A Mao, don't you have a good appetite today? Why did you eat so little?"
A Mao forced a smile and shook her head lightly, "Zuo-dage, I'm fine, I'm just not very hungry today."
Actually, she really wanted to tell this man, who cared for her so much like an older brother, about the unease and fear in her heart, and the fact that she was gradually losing her appetite. But she didn't want Zuo-dage to worry about her again, after all, Zuo-dage had his own important matters to attend to.
Zuo Feng nodded and didn't think much more of it, simply assuming A Mao was in a bad mood and not delving deeper.
Zuo Feng and A Mao spent the entire afternoon in the villa. In the evening, Miss Xiao Rou delivered the food box and then hurried away, clearly on a mission, without any slack.
During dinner, A Mao still ate very little, almost symbolically moving her chopsticks.
Seeing this, Zuo Feng frowned slightly, feeling a faint unease in his heart, but ultimately he didn't ask further.
As night fell, A Mao went to the bedroom early.
After carrying A Mao into the bedroom, Zuo Feng returned to the living room. He sat on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed, because he noticed that in just one day, the petrification on A Mao's right foot had spread to her calf, a speed that was alarming.
Moreover, A Mao hadn't eaten much at noon or in the evening; if a seriously ill person lacked appetite, their condition often worsened more quickly.
Zuo Feng grew increasingly anxious. If this continued, A Mao might not even last three days, let alone half a month. Yet, this little girl, to keep him from worrying, kept putting on a brave face, which made Zuo Feng's heart ache even more.
In the bedroom, A Mao curled up in the corner of the bed, staring blankly out the window. Her petrification was spreading too fast, completely different from the situation with her left leg before—it was too fast.
She hadn't even dared to tell Zuo-dage about the most serious problem.
Curled up on the bed, A Mao lifted her collar and looked at her chest, where faint, mottled wood grain had also appeared. She knew that time was running out.
A Mao gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, constantly picturing the Firefly Base that Zuo-dage had described to her.
"If only… I had met Zuo-dage sooner…"
A Mao murmured in her heart, tears silently falling.
God played a cruel joke on her, letting her meet Zuo-dage at her most desperate moment, only to face life and death separation just as hope began to sprout.