“Lord Junshao, based on your instructions, this surveillance task is indeed extremely challenging. The most critical point is that this has now become an open strategy, and we can’t afford to act without certainty.”
Hell’s Ear analysed the current situation over the phone.
In his view, no matter how discreet the surveillance devices he could provide were, once Xu Fei let Gong Zisheng go, the man would undoubtedly seek help from within the Red Buddha Society.
No matter the cost, Gong Zisheng would stop at nothing to locate and remove any listening device.
Thus, Hell’s Ear glanced at the array of devices in front of him, some as small as insects, yet still hesitated to make a decision.
The crux of the issue was this: if the device was installed in Gong Zisheng’s presence, he’d be fully aware of it.
Even if Gong Zisheng couldn’t find the device after returning, he could simply choose self-sacrifice as a last resort.
He might step down, relinquishing his position as hall master to someone else.
If that happened, Xu Fei’s goal of planting a listening device to gather intelligence on the Red Buddha Society would be completely thwarted.
Xu Fei listened and found Hell’s Ear’s reasoning entirely sound. He spoke up, asking, “What you’re saying makes sense, but what should I do next? I can’t just let him go without a plan, can I?”
“Don’t worry, Lord Junshao. Do you remember that app on your phone with the same name as me?” Hell’s Ear replied.
It was only then that Xu Fei recalled the Hell’s Ear app that had been installed on his phone by Hell’s Ear some time ago.
Initially, it had been incredibly useful, helping Xu Fei out on numerous occasions.
But as his opponents grew stronger, the app’s functions started to feel somewhat inadequate.
As a result, Xu Fei had left it sitting unused on his phone for quite a while.
“I remember. What use could that app possibly have now?” Xu Fei asked.
“Of course it’s useful, Lord Junshao! That app has a built-in surveillance function, and I can modify its data from the backend to make it invisible on the phone’s interface. Now do you see what I mean, Lord Junshao?” Hell’s Ear explained.
With that, Xu Fei fully grasped Hell’s Ear’s intention.
The guy had clearly realised that the Hell’s Ear app could be hidden from the phone’s interface, turning it into a piece of rogue software that most people wouldn’t even notice.
Though Gong Zisheng was a cultivator, in modern society, cultivators were inseparable from their phones and computers—otherwise, they’d be out of touch and stick out like a sore thumb.
Gong Zisheng might be naturally suspicious, but he’d never suspect that while his body was unharmed, his phone had been tampered with.
“That’s a brilliant idea. I’ll leave it to you then. First, I’ll put this Gong Zisheng to sleep!” Xu Fei said.
Instead of hanging up right away, Xu Fei raised his hand again, sending another silver needle flying straight towards Gong Zisheng.
This time, the needle carried no harmful intent. Under Xu Fei’s control, it simply struck Gong Zisheng’s sleep acupoint.
Soon, Gong Zisheng felt a wave of dizziness and overwhelming drowsiness crash over him like a tide. With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Xu Fei immediately retrieved Gong Zisheng’s phone from his body. To ensure absolute secrecy, he even ushered Deacon Zhikong out of the study beforehand.
Once he had Gong Zisheng’s phone in hand, Xu Fei quickly reconnected with Hell’s Ear and handed the device over to him.
After all, technical tasks like this were best left to the professionals.
