Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 721: Role-playing

Emerging on the pale-blue holographic screen before him was the target's information, with key terms like "wary" and "pretend to be poor" even highlighted and colored as key points; Kuang Xin, who was now disguised, wore an exhausted smile, "Not much, barely enough for the medicine, life's getting harder..."

After all, it was only a game, they were not truly expected to remember all the details of a mission, for an extended period and down to the minutest of aspects.

After the initial "pop quiz," when the data collection progress reached 100%, encountering related items thereafter would prompt their personal panels to directly display the required interaction details.

"If you ask me, forget about your sick mother, the surgery costs these days are so steep, she won't last until the day you've earned enough. You've worked so hard to save money, and if you don't spend it on yourself, wouldn't it be a waste? How about a drink at Red Rose tonight? My treat! I'll tell you, there's a new girl there with an amazing figure, you haven't even touched a woman's hand in years, have you? So fragrant and soft, the feeling... it's just amazing!" The man speaking closed his eyes, a lecherous fantasy expression on his face.

"No need, I'm not interested," Kuang Xin replied, his face showing an indifferent, aloof demeanor as he walked away briskly.

"Think about it, man! Today's technology isn't for us ordinary folk; you could work your whole life and still not have enough for one operation!"

"Whatever," came You Mier's distant reply as he drifted further away.

Watching "You Mier" walk away, the man's face returned to a somber expression, ice-cold contemplation creeping over his features.

After a long silence, he motioned to the shadows with a wave of his hand, whispering a light command, "Have a contact take a look."

The organization wasn't interested in those who flip sides at the blow of a wind; it was these people with unyielding wills that they were watching.

Only those with an unwavering determination could become "True God's" most loyal servants after embracing the "True God."

And only the "True God" was the sole savior for this wretched world!

With this thought in his mind, the man's expression grew fervent.

However, after scanning the surroundings with caution, the man composed his expression and walked toward the dim corner of the rusty mechanical pathway...

Returning to the place called "home" in the information, Kuang Xin's expression faltered slightly.

Despite having been briefed about everything regarding the target, the stark environment still left him stunned.

The so-called "home" was nothing more than a small triangular area at the junction of two mechanical corridors.

A fence of tin sheets turned it into a "private territory."

Within the territory, a mess of items, even those that could be considered "trash," were strewn about, and amidst the chaos, there was a small bed, upon which a frail woman was curled up.

She couldn't have been very old, but her appearance and aura were as aged as a septuagenarian or octogenarian.

"Mom~" Kuang Xin called out gently, fully immersing himself in the role.

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"Hmm." As if murmuring in her sleep, the woman on the bed gently turned over, her face dotted with shocking purple blotches.

"I've bought the vitamin medicine back... Do you feel any better today?"

"Much better... Doctor Nuowei just came by before you returned."

'Being able to speak a full sentence, does it look like she's improved somewhat?'

The information that flashed across his mind made Kuang Xin acutely aware of the change, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Doctor Nuowei came by?"

The "intelligence information" naturally contained records about Doctor Nuowei, but it was almost just a name and a simple description.

The upper-class citizens have their professional hospitals, and of course, these impoverished people have their own incompetent doctors.

Doctor Nuowei's medical skills were not particularly outstanding, but he could solve some common and simple problems, which for many in The Lower City, was already the greatest help.

You Mier had initially sought his help too, but since You Mier's mother's condition was not something that a quack doctor could resolve, they had lost touch after one or two contacts.

Yet, for some reason, he had taken the initiative to come today?

"He brought me some 'Holy Water.' After drinking it, my body indeed didn't hurt as much," the mother said softly. The purple blotches on her face shimmered slightly under the light, appearing even more lustrous.

"Holy Water?" Neither from You Mier's "intelligence information" nor from his own gaming career had Kuang Xin heard of such a thing, "What's that?"

"Doctor Nuowei said if you want to know more, then go see him. He thinks you're a very good young man..."

With someone else praising her son, even the mother's frail face showed a touch of healthy rosiness with pleasure.

'Holy Water?'

It sounded mysterious and could be related to his mission.

A thought struck Kuang Xin, and he nodded woodenly, "I understand, Mom. I'll go check it out right now..."