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Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Thirty years old—that was the age people often referred to as the time to stand tall and firm. At this age, some were splendid and dazzling, intoxicated in a world of wealth, while others were desolate and dim, confined to rope beds and clay stoves. Lin Mo belonged to the latter. At thirty, he was still a porter, toiling away to earn a living. His daughter was bullied by a male classmate at school—simply because his family was well-off, the school chose to turn a blind eye. His wife, already pregnant, was secretly working at a supermarket to supplement the household income without his knowledge. As he lay awake looking at his wife by his side and his daughter sleeping soundly in the little bed, Lin Mo felt so aggrieved he shed tears. Despite working hard every day until his back could no longer straighten, he still couldn't change the dire state of their lives. However, it was at this time that the Daily Intelligence System suddenly awoke. [Daily Intelligence has been updated] [1. Neighbor Wang Youcai secretly used his retirement funds to tip 10,000 yuan to a beauty in a live stream under the nickname Black Chicken.] [2. The police will perform a surprise inspection at the Red Romance Foot Bath at 12 o'clock tonight.] [3. Victory Bird will launch a ground assault against Hass in three days.] [4. The pet dog from 1402, Unit 1, Building 5 of Earth Garden Community is missing, and its owner Li Xiaoru is offering a 10,000 yuan reward for its return.] [5. The pet dog belonging to Li Xiaoru that went missing is trapped in a sewage drain on Development Road.] [6…] Initially, Lin Mo just wanted to use this system to make a bit of extra cash to alleviate his stifling life.

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107, finished! Lin Mo and Chen Kainan's fight to the death! (7 updates)_2

Despite living by the sea, the daily scent was not of fresh sea breeze but of a persistent methanol odor in the air.

The air quality was extremely poor.

Apart from the elderly, there were hardly any young people living in the village. Most of those who did reside there were laboring husbands and wives working at the nearby chemical plant.

The demographic was complex, and the roads in the village were also in terrible shape, bumpy and potholed, damaged by heavy vehicles.

Such an environment, if posted online, would be believable as a rural area on the outskirts of Rakshasa City or even a third- or fourth-tier countryside.

Lin Mo drove his car, searching for the self-constructed house number 139 in the village, while contemplating a question.

Why did Chen Kainan visit such a place every day?

What exactly was the thing mentioned in the intelligence reports that he held dear?