I Hijacked The Timeline

Star City Academy.

It was 9 p.m.

After getting dressed, Feng Qi stood in front of the mirror and tidied up meticulously. Once he confirmed that he had securely wrapped himself, he grabbed his backpack and made his way out of the room and downstairs.

Outside, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The willow branches by the lake swayed in the wind.

He took out his phone and looked at the time. He walked straight towards the entrance of the academy.

After greeting the security guards, he left Star City Academy.

An hour later, Feng Qi appeared in a coffee shop in the East District of Star City and walked in.

“Brother Qi, over here!” At this moment, Lin Ran shouted.

He turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. He realized that Lin Ran, Mu Qing, and Lu Yue had already arrived.

He came to Mu Qing’s side and sat down. Feng Qi placed his backpack on his chest.

“Brother Qi, we’re all ready. Where is it?” Lin Ran asked softly.

“Where’s what?”

“The masks! Since it’s a secret operation, don’t we have to wear a mask?”

Hearing this, Feng Qi unzipped his backpack and revealed four masks inside. They were Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing.

“Can’t you buy some masks that look cool? Wearing this mask makes me feel like a fool!”

“After dinner, I went to the academy’s commercial street. Coincidentally, there were only four of us in this operation. I thought it was quite suitable. It’s not like we can’t cover our faces.”

“Fine, I want Sun Wukong.”

“Up to you!”

As they chatted, time passed.

During this period, Mu Qing would occasionally interject, while Lu Yue maintained a cold expression throughout. According to Lin Ran, Lu Yue must have been a creditor in his previous life, the kind the entire world owed money to.

Now that the Tiger Soul Research Institute’s problem had been resolved, Feng Qi decided to attack the weak races in Star City tonight.

If he wanted to control the weak race alliance, the first step was to display his strength and let the higher-ups of the weak races in Star City see his strength.

Only then would he be qualified to negotiate.

The method of bloody suppression seemed violent, but it was the simplest and most effective method for the domain factions that preyed on the weak.

Only by making the other party afraid could he make a request.

At that time, the owner of the fog used this method of intimidation and enticement.

When the higher-ups of the weak race alliance thought that Star City was no longer safe and considered disbanding the alliance and establishing it in the future, the owner of the fog gave generous terms and promised to provide resources and benefits to the higher-ups of the weak race alliance.

This move allowed the owner of the fog to easily grasp the mission and information network of the weak race alliance in Star City.

Compared to redesigning the intricate planning process, copying homework was easier.

It was 11 p.m.

Feng Qi, Lin Ran, and the others left the cafe and walked towards their destination.

It was almost the new year, and the temperature was cold. There weren’t many pedestrians on the road.

The cleaning robot, which operated 24 hours a day, slowly moved along the established route. The lights on its body intertwined, adding a hint of vitality to the cold street.

Half an hour later, Feng Qi led the three of them into an alley without street lamps.

After walking for a while and turning the corner, they stopped in front of a bar.

A neon sign stood in front of the bar with the word “Armageddon” illuminated on it.

There was also a detailed description of the bar’s features below. At the end, there was a striking line of text.

[This bar is exclusive to members only. Non-members are not permitted to enter. To become a member, you require a recommendation from an existing member.]

Feng Qi was very familiar with this place.

The fishing operation in the previous timeline had started here. In the end, they caught a big fish like the Night Shadow Race.

Standing in front of the bar, Feng Qi took off his backpack, took out four masks, and distributed them to Lu Yue, Lin Ran, and Mu Qing.

After putting on the mask, Feng Qi turned to look at Lu Yue, who was wearing the Tang Sanzang mask.

“Lu Yue, you’re in charge of keeping watch at the door.”

“Okay!”

Lu Yue did not waste his breath and immediately nodded in response, standing aside.

Then, Feng Qi led Lin Ran and Mu Qing into the bar.

They walked along the dimly lit corridor to the iron door at the end. He reached out and knocked on it.

A few seconds later, the window on the iron door slid open. A pair of eyes appeared and sized up the situation outside.

“Do you need something?” A hoarse voice sounded.

“Of course, we do. Why do you think we are here?” Lin Ran immediately said.

“Member number!” The voice asked again.

“112834!” Feng Qi replied.

This number came from the Night Shadow Race, and he could use it now.

“One moment.” The window on the iron door was closed.

After waiting for a moment, the sound of gears turning could be heard as the iron door slowly opened.

He saw a man more than 6 feet tall standing behind the door. He carried a thick iron chain on his right shoulder and had a fierce expression.

At this moment, he stepped aside to make way.

Feng Qi immediately led Lin Ran and Mu Qing into the bar.

Clamors immediately filled their ears. Unlike the cold outside, a large number of humanoid domain warriors were gathered here.

Amid the explosive music, some of these outlaws were gambling, some were exchanging information, and some were drinking alone.

There was no lack of domain warriors wearing masks.

Their attire did not attract attention.

Those who could come here were all desperate warriors who had risked their lives for the future of their race. They could risk their lives for benefits and sometimes would plunder the resources of other races.

In such an environment, it was easy to become enemies.

Protecting one’s privacy was also a form of protection for one’s safety. It was also a protection for the race behind them..