Chapter 11

This was the first time in Mr. Yang's life that he had acted as a pimp. He originally just wanted to make some money, but he didn't expect to come into contact with some deadly things. Thinking of the other party's request, he swallowed hard.

He runs a company; he can't do business that could kill people.

Fortunately, a friend came up with a suggestion: that the guy on the other end of the line was promiscuous and had a wild side in private, and that sending him a few women might solve the problem.

Mr. Yang understood, but was unsure of the other party's taste, so he set up this banquet as a preliminary test.

However, the person on the other end seemed quite satisfied.

The man's eyes swept over Xiao Shengyun, then he turned and raised his glass: "Come on, Mr. Yang, if you're late, you'll have to drink a penalty shot. Are you going to drink it yourself, or have this guy next to you do it for you?"

"You know my health; I had to be helped up from the car just now. I'm afraid I can't drink this wine," Boss Yang chuckled.

Xiao Shengyun watched the two of them sing and dance with cold eyes, picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Anyway, he wasn't human, so neither forcing him to drink nor drugging him would work.

"You have a good capacity for alcohol." The man also took a sip of his drink. He always had a smile on his face, and coupled with his good looks, he gave people a gentle feeling, but his eyes were like a calm, deep pool, exuding coldness, and when he looked at others, there was a hint of disdain and arrogance.

"If you can't hold your liquor, you wouldn't be sitting here. Since we're supposed to drink three cups according to the rules, I'll fill it up again." Xiao Shengyun poured the red wine into the glass, the liquid shimmering with a beautiful color under the light, like flowing blood.

After drinking three cups, a flush appeared on his face, but his eyes remained clear.

“Okay.” The man seemed very pleased. “Mr. Yang, you did a good job with the cooperation we discussed last time. Our boss said he wants to sign another one. What do you think?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he were giving orders from above rather than discussing cooperation. Boss Yang had been sweating profusely ever since he entered the room, and there was a damp patch on his sparse head that was already reflective.

Xiao Shengyun perked up his ears. This deal seemed different from the previous ones. He hadn't received any information about it, and judging from Boss Yang's expression, he didn't seem willing to sign.

"This...this..." He stammered for a long time, unable to utter a word.

One by one, the waiters entered, and soon all sorts of delicacies were placed on the table, but no one present had an appetite.

"Alright, let's eat first. There's no rush to sign this deal." The man broke the silence and was the first to reach for his chopsticks.

After the banquet, Xiao Shengyun intended to leave, but Boss Yang gestured to him with his eyes, pointing to the car not far away across the street.

The man in the passenger seat made a gesture, the meaning of which was quite clear.

Xiao Shengyun should have refused, but thinking of the deal that had been kept almost completely secret, he hesitated and sat in the back of the black car.

Outside, the lights were dazzling, and cars sped by, but not towards a hotel; instead, they were heading towards a suburban villa area.

There was no one here, and no one was waiting. The wealthy people around had left in a hurry after the pollution appeared. The waist-high weeds grew everywhere, and you could only vaguely see their outlines in the darkness.

As he got out of the car, he noticed his hand being touched twice. Xiao Shengyun looked up and saw it was his assistant.

careful.

The black car plunged into the blackness once again.

Now it was just him and the man.

The villa was decorated very luxuriously. If he lived long enough, he might be able to buy it even if he worked for a thousand years. The only drawback was that the incense inside was very concentrated. Taking a breath of it felt like his entire lungs were being polluted.

"You know why I sent you here?" The man sat on the sofa, twirling the ring on his finger, his eyes gleaming.

The ring looked familiar. Xiao Shengyun's lips twitched. The coat of the guy who came to kill him last time seemed to have this pattern. It was a swirling vine, with intricate craftsmanship, but it was very exquisite and beautiful.

"Probably... I guess." He stood there, his eyes filled with confusion, like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a wolf's den.

The man was amused by the answer and began to carefully examine his prey. She had a slender waist, long legs, and an exceptionally young face, seemingly unaffected by the filth and corruption of society, with clear eyes that looked as if they held a pool of water.

He does have a good appearance.

If it weren't for... having someone as a bed partner for fun wouldn't be bad.

My face was touched by a hand, or perhaps it wasn't a human hand, but the all-black body of some animal covered in tiny scales, smelling of rust and blood, having pierced the chests of countless people.

As the wind blew in from outside, the scent of incense faded, finally revealing the true nature of the place.

"You smell so good, it seems to smell nice."

He had just said that to someone else a couple of days ago.

It's true, fortunes change.

The bluish veins beneath the fingertips throbbed slightly, containing a delicious liquid flowing within, just before insertion—

"This is the end."

The man didn't realize what was happening until he was lifted up and thrown to the ground. The little white rabbit peeled off its skin, revealing a terrifying color underneath.

"You are also an Awakener—" Before he could finish speaking, his throat was pierced by tentacles, black feathers appeared on his once human arms, and terrifying black spots appeared on his face. He was an Awakener who mimicked an "eagle."

The tentacles absorbed all the blood they touched, and a few drops splashed onto his face. Xiao Shengyun casually wiped them away, leaving a red mark on his handsome face.

"Thank you for the compliment, you smell very good too." He gave a slightly naive smile.

The man tried to struggle, and countless black feathers flew into the air, slashing towards Xiao Shengyun. The soft feathers now gleamed with a metallic sheen, like thousands of blades. But the blades stopped in mid-air before they could touch him, as if an invisible wall had blocked them.

The little creature wrapped around my wrist popped its head out, "Squeak—".

"Don't worry, there's a share for you."

The man's body was thoroughly cleaned of contamination, making this secluded and quiet villa the perfect location for the murder.

After absorbing the source essence, Xiao Shengyun took out a silver pistol and fired several bullets into the man's head.

Specially sponsored by the Investigation Bureau, this product is specifically designed to target pollutants. The bullets have a tracking function, making it easy for even novice marksmen to use.

For Xiao Shengyun, the only purpose of this gun was to at least make killing polluters legitimate.

...

"This person isn't a big fish, but at least we've confirmed that the factory is indeed connected to the pollutants, which is a breakthrough." Ye Ting seemed quite satisfied with the results; the speed at which they found the clues was much faster than expected.

"But what about this man? He's dead, and the cooperation can't continue." Xiao Shengyun recalled the mission and felt that this guy's death was a bit hasty.

“Our people can completely impersonate him.”

Ye Ting didn't delve too deeply into the matter, and Xiao Shengyun was relieved. To prevent any oversights, he gave a few more instructions about the assistant's situation.

When Xiao Shengyun went to work the next day, he gave Boss Yang quite a fright.

"You, you, how come you came back so quickly?" Boss Yang's hands were trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"Come back to work, or you'll lose your perfect attendance bonus." Xiao Shengyun looked completely innocent.

"Where is that one?"

"I'm going back." Xiao Shengyun turned and left.

Mr. Yang sat there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

Because Tao Zhe is hospitalized, he and Lao Ding are now in charge of the daytime work, while Yu Wenliang is in charge of the evening work.

"What's wrong with you today, kid? You've lost your mind." Old Ding's cigarette never stopped, and the small office was filled with a pungent smell.

Xiao Shengyun shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just worried about A Zhe. He's been in the hospital for several days, and his condition isn't improving."

"Yeah, with one less person, there's even more work to do than before. I wonder when that kid will be back. Yu Wenliang probably won't have a good night either."

Old Ding smacked his lips and exhaled another puff of smoke.

night?

Xiao Shengyun's heart pounded. This factory operated on a two-shift system, with shifts changing every month.

In other words, the time when A Zhe's health problems started was exactly when he first started working the night shift.

If there are no abnormalities during the day, what about at night?

Generally, tasks are communicated through the communicators in each person's hands, meaning that everyone's work content is shared.

Xiao Shengyun's breath hitched; he seemed to have found the key to breaking the deadlock.

The shift ends at 7 p.m., but Lao Ding left an hour early. Nobody cares about an old man who's about to retire.

At 7:30, Yu Wenliang arrived at the office, panting. He was wearing a gray-blue work uniform, and his buzz cut was covered in sweat, which glistened under the light.

"I'm sorry, something came up today and I made you wait so long. I'll treat you to dinner this weekend."

Yu Wenliang has a wife and children, so he inevitably has a lot of trivial matters to attend to, but the others don't care.

"It's alright, I'll just be idling around anyway," Xiao Shengyun said casually after handing over his work. "Brother Yu, I have some things to take care of during the day tomorrow, could we switch shifts?"

“This…” Yu Wenliang hesitated and said apologetically, “Then could you come a little earlier? Your sister-in-law has been busy until very late these past two days, and I still have to cook dinner for Beibei.”

Beibei is his daughter. Yu Wenliang is a good father, always talking about his daughter this and that, and everyone else in the office is getting tired of hearing it.

“Okay. I’ll come at six, Brother Yu, you can leave around five.” Xiao Shengyun buried his head in packing his backpack, Tao Zhe’s communicator lying at the deepest part of the backpack.

Yu Wenliang didn't seem to be in any particular health condition, but just to be on the safe side, Xiao Shengyun still reminded him, "Brother Yu, if you have time, you should get a checkup. A Zhe's illness is probably caused by working night shifts every day; that kind of work is too harmful to your health!"

The night shift pay is high, and to support his family, Yu Wenliang works the most night shifts among them. Therefore, even without the possibility of contamination, regular medical checkups are still necessary.

"I understand." Yu Wenliang nodded, revealing a simple and honest smile, seemingly unaware of anything.

The factory's communicator was encrypted. Xiao Shengyun delivered it to the operations department, where they quickly obtained the internal information.

"On October 1st, the T-34 machine was debugged."

"On October 2, the temperature control system of machine T-45 malfunctioned and needs to be repaired."