Chapter 37

"Viridis State."

"There's a guy named Jack. Go get his head for me." Vernon spoke casually, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"Yes."

Freya nodded respectfully, her voice cold and emotionless.

Then her figure flickered, and she vanished into the shadows of the courtyard like a ghost, leaving only a faint trace of cold fragrance.

Vernon watched the direction where Freya disappeared, a flash of deep reluctance crossing his cloudy old eyes.

Such a perfect tool.

What a shame she didn't belong to him.

That's right, Freya wasn't his person.

She was a genius ninja, one in a hundred years. At just eighteen, she had already mastered all the secret ninja techniques of Koga, and single-handedly crushed their sworn enemies.

She was like a blade forged through countless trials—sharp, deadly, yet hard to control.

The only reason Vernon could command this "goddess of death" was because he had once saved Freya's master's life years ago. To repay the debt, that reclusive old ninja had Freya do ten things for him.

Over the years, it was precisely because of Freya, this "blade," that he had cleared countless obstacles and secured his position as one of the three top leaders of The Viper Crew.

However, of the ten favors agreed upon back then, six had already been used.

Each use meant one less remaining.

Honestly, Vernon really hated to let Freya go.

But he also understood that this woman wasn't someone he could control. She was a double-edged sword—use her well and she kills others, use her poorly... and she hurts you.

Viridis State.

Inside a secluded luxury villa.

The massive floor-to-ceiling windows used one-way black bulletproof glass, blocking out the bright lights of Avalonia's bustling nighttime cityscape, leaving only a dark and mysterious cool-toned interior.

The main lights weren't on in the room. The primary light sources came from the electronic equipment around the space.

A girl was curled up in a large gaming chair, gripping her controller tightly, eyes glued to the huge curved screen in front of her.

On the screen, an intense gunfight was flashing, but her character was clearly out of luck, getting headshot by an enemy.

The words "Game Over" jumped out glaringly.

"Fuck!"

The girl angrily threw the controller onto the carpet beside her, cursing.

She turned and flopped onto the messy, large bed behind her, her pink hair falling loosely over her shoulders, a few strands hanging by her cheeks, making her palm-sized face look even more delicate and cute.

She wore a loose black silk nightgown, the collar slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a stretch of smooth skin. On the bottom, she had on extremely short denim hot pants. As she lay down, her straight, long legs crossed and swaying in the air, her skin seemed to glow under the screen's light.

This was Lucia.

On the surface, she was just a rich girl who loved gaming and had a hot temper.

But no one knew that all the computers in this room, along with those precision instruments, were connected to the darkest networks in the world.

Just then.

A plain black computer screen in the corner suddenly lit up, emitting an urgent sound.

Lucia, who had been lazily sprawled on the bed, instantly sprang up like she'd been electrocuted. She rushed to the computer in a few steps, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard, opening the encrypted email.

The moment she saw the content, her beautiful eyes lit up instantly.

Then she grabbed a specially modified black phone from the desk and dialed the number on it.

This phone had the highest level of encryption. Calls made from it would show as virtual numbers, completely untraceable. Not only that, it also had top-tier voice-changing software installed.

When she spoke, what came through on the other end wasn't a woman's crisp voice, but a steady, raspy middle-aged male voice with a hint of weariness.

"Hello, this is 'Rat'."

"Hello!"

An ingratiating and respectful voice immediately came through the phone. Clearly, the other party held great respect and fear for the name "Rat."

"I want you to help me look into someone."

Lucia sat cross-legged on the bed, phone in one hand, a small mirror in the other, casually checking the false eyelashes she'd just applied.

But that disguised middle-aged male voice sounded extremely solemn and arrogant to the person on the other end. "My services are very expensive."

"I know, I know! Money's not a problem!" the other party said urgently.

Lucia rolled her eyes, her finger tapping lightly on the edge of the mirror.

Almost at the same moment, another phone by the bed vibrated. A bank notification text popped up.

Lucia glanced at the amount, the corner of her mouth lifting imperceptibly.

"Payment received. I'll send you the information shortly."

With that, she hung up without hesitation.

She casually tossed the phone back onto the bed with a soft thud.

Then Lucia crossed her arms and stretched them forward over her chest, enjoying a good stretch. With her movement, the loose nightgown's hem rode up slightly, revealing a section of her flexible waist. Her whole body was like a lazy, satisfied Persian cat, radiating a casual sexiness.

"Time to work."

Lucia murmured, her eyes instantly becoming sharp.

She rolled off the bed, bare feet stepping on the cool, soft carpet, and walked to a computer in a few steps.

Her slender fingers flew rapidly across the specialized mechanical keyboard, her fingertips dancing as if playing an intense piano piece.

On the screen, countless lines of green code scrolled like a waterfall. One encrypted database after another was forcibly cracked by her, massive streams of information flashing before her eyes.

Just a few minutes.

On the previously black screen, a detailed profile page popped up, with a photo and rows of detailed information.

"Done!"

Looking at the content on the screen, the corner of Lucia's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.

She leaned back, casually packaged the encrypted data, and sent it to the client's email.

Lucia was only twenty years old.

But what many people didn't know was that she was the famous, feared information broker on the black market—"Rat."

In the black market, everyone thought "Rat" was a serious, ruthless middle-aged man with vicious methods who knew everything.

No one would ever imagine that the "Rat" who controlled countless secrets of powerful people was actually a pink-haired, game-loving, sexy girl who hung out at home in pajamas eating pizza.

The reason Lucia could become a top information broker was entirely due to her terrifying hacking talent.

As long as the money was right, whether it was the Pentagon's defense plans or the Pope's underwear color, she could dig it up for you.

Over the years, by selling information, her net worth had long exceeded a hundred million dollars.

After finishing this job, Lucia yawned, grabbed the iced Coke on the desk, and took a big gulp. The cold liquid sliding down her throat perked her up.

Then she looked down and touched her flat, smooth belly.

Her stomach growled inappropriately.

"Hungry."

Lucia muttered, immediately grabbing another ordinary phone and calling a fast-food restaurant.

"Hello, I want a pizza with extra cheese, and a bucket of iced Coke..."

After hanging up, she walked back to the bed, picked up the controller she'd tossed aside earlier, and skillfully turned on the console.

The screen lit up again, the game's familiar background music echoing through the room.