Driven by interest, Han Dong was determined to visit the circus.
As he was heading towards the elevator to the middle district, Han Dong suddenly felt as if someone in the crowd had locked their gaze onto him.
"Han Dong, why come to the Black Tower without saying hello~ After all, we are somewhat in a cooperative relationship."
The visitor was none other than Handsome Jack, who had stitched facial skin onto his face.
"Iām a bit busy this time."
"That makes sense... After all, youāre now the only candidate for M, and the internal news has already spread. Youāre really something, kid! In the future, we might have to rely on you for some troublesome delivery routes.
Got some time to earn some pocket money now? It doesnāt seem like youāre that busy now."
Even though Han Dongās status had changed, Handsome Jackās tone remained the same, filled with intrigue and traps.
Han Dong thought for a while, then suddenly asked Jack:
"Iām planning to go to the middle district to inquire about the [Dark Circus], does Mr. Jack have any information? If so, the time I save might let me earn some money."
Hearing the term, Jackās expression changed.
"Dark Circus... I donāt know, but my network might get you some āDark Sideā information. Why donāt you come with me? Iāll let you know the moment I get news."
Han Dong, however, didnāt move a step.
He raised his right hand, indicating the number [five].
"If Mr. Jack can get me the intel in five minutes, the time saved, Iāll go with you to earn some money."
Jack was naturally unhappy with Han Dongās attitude, but the stitched facial skin could only force a smile... Right now, he indeed couldnāt do anything to Han Dong.
"Alright, Iāll give it a try."
Jack casually wrote a letter, and a seemingly ordinary passerby in the crowd immediately took the letter away, spreading the information in a short time.
Exactly five minutes later.
Another passerby delivered a reply back to Jack.
Han Dong was a bit surprised, not expecting Handsome Jack to have established such a dense "dark web" within the Black Tower.
ćBut Handsome Jackās ambition has always been like this.
He willingly abandoned an entire Pandora world and even destroyed the Hyperion Corporation he built in the past... just to focus entirely on the matters of the Black Tower, coveting everything here.
Itās estimated that this guyās ultimate goal might be one of the original alphabets.
In that case, itās best to maintain a āmutually beneficialā relationship with him... and cut ties when heās no longer useful. ć
Handsome Jack looked at the content of the reply with a difficult expression.
"My connections can help you locate the world where the [Dark Circus] is... but several intermediate steps have the potential to provoke the Black Towerās inspection bureau.
Also, itās just the world location; the specific area of the circus in that world depends on the internal rules of the organization."
"Can you pinpoint the exact world? Thatās enough."
Swish!
At this moment, Han Dong suddenly inserted his entire left arm into his brain through his ear canal... rummaged around, and directly pulled out a large bag of high-purity "ytterbium ore."
Han Dong wouldnāt waste the ultimate technology left behind by the Hyperion Corporation, producing ytterbium ore during leisure to store in the underground warehouse of the Prison World.
Of course, if ytterbium ore, this special "technology metal," could be used for the expansion and modification of the Prison World, it would certainly rapidly advance the worldās technological level.
"Letās stick to a fifty-fifty split~ Points should be transferred directly to my account."
Seeing such a large bag of ytterbium ore, Handsome Jackās eyes also lit up.
Even before selling it, he directly transferred thirteen hundred points to Han Dong... and immediately sent his underlings to find out the world information where the circus was located.
"Please wait a moment, the circus procedure always takes at least half an hour.
This organization touches the uppermost level of the Black Tower; luckily, itās only checking the location. If it involved checking the circus personnel and internal information, I truly couldnāt do it."
"Thank you, Mr. Jack."
"Whatās there to thank for? We are friends, you know!"
With that, Jack wanted to step forward for a friendly hug with Han Dong, but unfortunately, he was dodged by the latter stepping back.
Both were smiling without genuine emotion, looking at each other with seemingly normal gazes.
Thus, they waited for a full forty minutes.
A special letter was somehow delivered into Han Dongās hands through the crowd.
As Han Dongās attention was slightly diverted,
Jackās hand smoothly fell on his shoulder, whispering softly in his ear:
"Donāt check it in public, it will be troublesome if the information leaks.
By the way, thereās one more thing I havenāt told you... the Dark Circus is very dangerous, make sure you donāt get trapped in there."
"Thanks for the warning."
After giving this sentence, Han Dong took a quick retreat and disappeared into the crowd.
"So quickly into myth~ and still the only candidate, ah! Guess Iāll have to find a way to re-establish some channels to replace the ytterbium ore route.
Forget it! Better not touch this kid, cooperate if thereās a chance, and treat it as a gift to the future M if not."
...
The letter Han Dong received only contained a string of cryptic codes.
When transcribed through a special mode, it turned into a world number [L-1183], a certain large world.
Along with a note - āThe circus randomly descended into this world yesterday.ā
"Hmm? The timing is just right..."
Han Dong immediately used the Black Tower Office to open a directed portal leading straight to the central city of that world.
Buzz!
Han Dong, cloaked in a crow mask and black robe, landed in a cyberpunk city mixed with humans and beasts.
The āpeopleā living here had animal features to varying degrees, or they were beasts themselves with human limbs.
However, they all belonged to intelligent life, and the technology had developed to a certain extent.
Han Dong also smoothly disguised himself with a crow head, easily blending into the current environment.
"According to Mr. Bokes, the circus will root itself in the sparsest population areas of the world... but will distribute āflyersā throughout the world.
Central capital is surely the main distribution point for flyers, letās spend half a day searching.
If truly unable to find, then conduct a viral spread and mind enslavement across the entire city..."
Han Dong, with a crowās head, hands stuffed in trench coat pockets, strolled amidst the neon lights... initially inclined towards finding the flyers, gradually slowing his mindset, naturally walking through the streets.
As he passed a busy crossroad.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sheet exuding darkness on the pedestrian walkway, trampled by countless people.
Simultaneously, an old man reclining on a levitating chair across the street also seemed to notice.