Chapter 88: Visitors from the Imperial Capital
“Yang Luo—Extraordinary Probability...83.5%?”
Both Jiang Chaoan and Luo Xing stared intently at the result displayed on the screen.
In this moment, all their attention was drawn to the name ranked first in the probability analysis, calculated by Luoshu after querying the vast database.
“...Is there a possibility of error?”
Though Jiang Chaoan did not voice this question aloud, suspicion seeped through his heart. Even if the other party was the most advanced AI among supercomputers, to pinpoint such a high probability of extraordinary traces in one sweep seemed almost unimaginable.
Luo Xing appeared to share the same doubt. He immediately manipulated the controls on the central console.
As if to dispel their doubts, Luoshu presented a cognitive evolution association map.
Lines—long or short, thick or thin—radiated from the central name, like planets orbiting a star. At the end of each line, circles appeared—within each circle lay events related to Yang Luo, doubts, and calculated probabilities of the extraordinary.
There were cases such as the murder involving his former employer, Shengyi; the sudden leap in his personal assets; the inconsistency between his recorded medical condition and his current state; the downfall of rival forces during the founding of his company...
Finally, Luoshu provided a series of comprehensive probability intervention formulas.
All of this was merely a targeted calculation, part of an analysis covering over a billion citizens in the country, conducted in less than thirty minutes.
Yet Jiang Chaoan spent over an hour reading from start to finish, barely grasping the intricacies of Luoshu’s deductions.
“...I need to take these results back immediately.”
He hadn’t expected such a breakthrough at the very start of their operation. Excitement flickered in Jiang Chaoan’s heart, though none of it showed on his face.
He turned to Luo Xing.
Luo Xing replied, “I’ll copy the relevant data right away.”
“...And don’t forget the confidentiality precautions.”
Jiang Chaoan thought for a moment. “Director Luo, I’ll have to trouble you. Soon, Division Nine will send personnel to search the supercomputing center inside and out, to complete the confidentiality procedures. I hope you can assist.”
Luo Xing nodded and began the transfer. Not only Yang Luo, who ranked first, but all information on the top one hundred thousand individuals with extraordinary potential was stored.
Beyond the top one hundred thousand, the probability of any connection to the extraordinary dropped below 0.01%. In such a vast range, even a thorough search would likely yield nothing.
So, when the transfer was complete, Jiang Chaoan left with the copied data, while Luo Xing remained behind, waiting for the security officials.
Neither of them knew that, in the list provided by Luoshu, the individual ranked 195,872nd, with an extraordinary probability of 0.0093%—
His name was Xi Gu.
...
A few days later, Jiang Chaoan boarded a plane heading south.
His destination: a small third-tier city in the southwestern province.
His objective: a single person.
—Yang Luo.
Seated on the plane, Jiang Chaoan recalled the guidance from the superior of his superior’s superior—an influential figure whose authority was many layers removed from his own. A hint of solemnity flickered in his eyes.
“This operation’s principle is sixteen characters: ‘Persuasion first, enforcement second; approach early, convince with effort.’”
Yet after stating this guideline, the influential figure, having examined the list of murder cases strongly linked to Yang Luo, frowned.
“...However, during persuasion, we must consider the character of this extraordinary individual. If it turns out that he is utterly detrimental to the country and society, and his extraordinary abilities are nothing but a threat to public safety, then...”
Recalling the faint murderous intent in the superior’s brows, Jiang Chaoan narrowed his eyes.
He looked out the window of the special flight. The boundless sea of clouds stretched endlessly below, like the earth itself; above it, the blazing red sun radiated intense heat.
...
A day later.
Outside a newly completed villa in the small southwestern city.
Yang Luo stepped out of his front door. In the misty rain, a stretched Lincoln parked before him.
“Boss, heading to the company now?” The driver opened the door, respectfully bowed before Yang Luo, and asked.
Yang Luo nodded lightly. The driver opened the rear door, and Yang Luo stepped inside. The driver bent into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
Though the car could run until the fuel tank overflowed without matching his usual pace, Yang Luo paid it no mind.
Sometimes, a vehicle’s function lies more in status and identity than in mere transportation.
He could now savor the pleasures of wealth and power.
Yet Yang Luo felt he was not like Wang Changming of old, for his pride stemmed not from wealth itself, but from his transcendence over the mundane.
Still, as an extraordinary being, there was no need to attend to everything personally.
Ordinary people should serve him. As one who had leaped beyond humanity in the hierarchy of life, it was far more natural for mortals to serve him than to serve the rich or powerful.
The car moved smoothly along the road to the company. Yang Luo closed his eyes, regulating his breath and sensing his physical state.
Since the day he killed Lin Heng, he had made new breakthroughs; the power of “Fierce Flame” had grown stronger.
Yet...he was still worlds apart from the imagined state of divinity.
...
As the Lincoln advanced.
The rain drizzled.
The wheels rolled.
Suddenly, Yang Luo opened his eyes, a strange light flashing within.
About ten seconds after he opened his eyes, a black sedan appeared ahead, blocking the road, prompting the driver to step on the brakes.
“Boss...” The driver hesitated, glancing back at Yang Luo.
“Stop here for now,” Yang Luo said coldly.
The rear door of the black sedan opened, and a dark-skinned man stepped out. He was slender, with an air of depth between his brows.
The man approached the window, tapped it, and smiled at Yang Luo, raising his credentials.
“Hello, I’m Jiang Chaoan from Division Nine, just arrived from the capital yesterday. Mr. Yang Luo, shall we find a place to have a chat?”
Sensing dozens of murderous auras nearby, and feeling the aim of at least dozens of sniper rifles from afar, Yang Luo said nothing. His little finger tapped his thigh, heat surging in his palm.
He remained silent.
...Where did the leak come from?
—Logically, only Huang Yuanguang could have reported him, yet that man was the least likely to betray him.
But at this point, the channel of information leakage no longer mattered.
This sudden arrival had disrupted all his plans.
...Should he resist and become the enemy of the nation?
...
...
After a long pause, the heat in Yang Luo’s palm faded.
He gazed deeply at Jiang Chaoan and smiled.
“Very well, Mr. Jiang, is it? Where shall we talk? Should I play the host?”
(End of Chapter)