-1-
Miss M likes to make noise.
Noisy, playful, fighting, jumping around, and even like to make noises at work.
He often gives his subordinates a (physical) critical hit on the heart, which may cause trouble.
Of course, her subordinates were not the kind of people who were used to being quiet.
The Horror Maintenance Department is not a quiet and deep department. The boss who loves to make noises will definitely not recruit employees who are not noisy.
If you give your subordinate a sand shovel, a bucket, a Frisbee or a surfboard while he is on vacation - any of the above props - he will be able to have fun and immerse himself in the world of "Hahaha, it's great to be on vacation."
At that time, M was the guy who coldly kicked his calf, reminded his subordinates not to indulge in digging holes, and asked them to use some ice cubes to cool their brains.
-2-
...Her subordinates are really conveniently hallucinated as big dogs.
Seriously, what other creature besides a big dog would ignore his boss in a new swimsuit and happily indulge in building a sandcastle?
-3-
If the subordinate is asked to explain it himself, he will say quite brilliantly, "This is a way to maximize the balance between work and rest. I want to decompress as much as I can outside of working hours."
Miss M couldn't figure out where he got so much pressure from. He always had a smile on his face when he was working. Even if she teased him a thousand times, he would stand up again on the thousand and first time.
She stood on the beach, arms folded, watching the guy surfing in the huge waves brought by the monsoon, "Hahahahahaha", and all she wanted to do was swim over and knock his surfboard off.
The most eye-catching person on the beach and in the sea should of course be the boss in his beautiful swimsuit. He is having so much fun on his own that he has no professional awareness at all.
-4-
So that day, Ms. M swam over and overturned his surfboard. The subordinate fell into the huge wave and was thrown back to the shallows.
He threw himself headfirst onto the shallows, his wet blond hair buried in the wet sand, and the aftermath of the tide occasionally "patted" the back of his head.
Like a dead dog.
Miss M walked over, squatted down, picked up the branch next to her and poked him.
"Is he dead? Do you want to scatter flowers and sing?"
“…”
The subordinate slowly raised his face.
His expression at the time was hard to describe; it looked as if he was trying hard to continue smiling at her, but also as if he was trying hard to suppress the urge to hit her.
-5-
But in the end he didn't do anything. He just raised his hand to wipe the sea water off his face and smiled at her as always.
Maybe she was worried that if she hit her, she would become a real dead dog - but Miss M didn't think so. She could tell the difference between a fake smile and a real smile of her subordinates at a glance.
Of course, the smile he showed when he was receiving clients in the office was different from the smile he showed when he was holding her and blowing her hair in the dormitory.
That was a real smile too.
He smiled and asked, "Can't you just stop making trouble for just one minute?"
Ms. M: "No, Xiao P, this is the boss's love~"
-6-
Then the overturned surfboard also rushed to the shallows. Miss M picked up the board, put it on the subordinate's back with a "slap", and jumped up with a cheer.
"Little P! I want to do a doggy skateboard!"
"…The term is 'human skateboard,' Ms. M. Please respect the dog."
"Then I want to ride Little P's skateboard! Come on, Little P, carry your boss on your back and swim back to the waves!"
"...You really are capable of making trouble."
-7-
Despite saying this, the subordinate still carried her back to the waves that day, but before swimming, he gestured for her to throw away the middle board, under the pretext of "reducing resistance."
So it became that Miss M lay on her subordinate's back and hummed a song, while the subordinate acted as a surfboard that could swim automatically.
He even tried to teach her the tricks of surfing while swimming, and was very cooperative - probably because he thought it would be fun too.
Of course, they failed to slide in the end. The huge waves knocked these two psychopaths who had no respect for Newton back to the shallows.
-8-
There was just a dead cat lying next to the wet dead dog.
M lay dead in the shallows like a cat with kelp on her hair. After lying there for a while, her subordinate got up on his own initiative, reached out to help her straighten the kelp, and then turned on the shooting and recording functions of the light screen, adding a "hahahaha" narration.
Ms. M: "...You have to actively try to die every day, right?"
Mr. P: "This isn't suicide, Ms. M. This is me showing respect for you."
Ms. M: "No matter how respectful you sound, your VCR is still on. ... Turn it off! Or take the kelp out of my hair!"
Mr. P: "Hahahaha... No. Allow me to refuse."
Miss M, who was lying dead, immediately jumped up and strangled him - and the subordinate fell down again.
-9-
…To sum up, the Horror Maintenance Department is very noisy every day.
A department where subordinates are always yelling or pushing their bosses behind their backs when they are working overtime can never be called "quiet".
Ms. M's subordinates always hope that she can be quieter when working, but she never stops making noise.
It was because he always made trouble with her after get off work, making it impossible for her to work properly.
-10-
Until now.
-11-
"Don't be angry."
——The expression on her face when she said this was the quietest expression Mr. P had ever seen her.
It's like a child who accidentally soiled someone else's candy. After being pushed away by the other person, he stood there rubbing his hands with a confused expression.
It's too quiet.
...That's not like her anymore. That's not the expression she should have on her face.
-12-
Sure enough, a crazy and heartless boss is a good candidate for foolish behavior.
...How could someone use such a bad method to drag her into a "relationship"?
Her boss is just a heartless kid. She shouldn't be involved in any relationship that would bind her. She shouldn't be like this...quiet.
Mr. P reached out and gently pushed her between the eyebrows with his finger.
Miss M wrinkled her nose and covered her forehead.
"I'm not angry."
-13-
He emphasized seriously: "I won't be angry, and I won't be angry with you."
"I'm sorry if my expression just now made you uncomfortable. I have no intention of blaming you, and I will definitely manage my expression more accurately in the future."
Miss M... Miss M became even more upset.
"You didn't understand at all, Xiao P, I meant to say-"
"I don't like the look on your face just now. You're making me sad by being so quiet, apologizing for something you don't understand."
“…”
-14-
Don’t you understand it very well?
I just want to "comfort you", not ask you to "manage your expression better"!
"Little P you——"
"Yes, I understand."
-15-
Mr. P patted her head and smiled helplessly: "You comforted me very well this time, but don't comfort me next time."
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M looked up at him silently, and the gloomy and confused mood she had just felt disappeared.
This guy has a talent for "dispelling depression".
...His expression just now was clearly very sad! Why did he try to comfort her?
Mr. P rubbed her head again and said, "You're really amazing. I'm now emotionally stable again and can handle things calmly. It's all thanks to you."
Ms. M: "...Are you kidding me like I'm a kindergarten kid? You're a super kid who only died fifty years ago."
Mr. P: "Okay, that's the kid coaxing you. Don't look so sullen. Do you want to hear the kid sing a nursery rhyme?"
Ms. M: “…”
-16-
As a mature adult, she forcefully opened the hand that was rubbing her head.
Being the mature adult that she is, she crossed her arms and secretly decided not to talk to this guy for the next three hours.
...As a mature adult, after five minutes of silence, she couldn't help but glance back at him out of the corner of her eye.
The subordinate seemed to have seriously begun to investigate the doubts he had just mentioned. The data stream passing through the air was dense and numerous, and the words he typed with his fingertips were so fast and numerous that it made her dizzy.
-17-
Well, he was really focused on his work.
Miss M looked away and looked at the slightly open lounge door. The sound of flesh being torn seemed to be heard again behind the door.
She should also focus on her work, such as going out again and fixing the anomalies of the concert.
But she had just vomited stomach acid, and her hands and feet were still a little weak. Although she could continue with the repairs, it would be better to spend five minutes here to adjust her condition.
Moreover, even if the subordinate took off his disguise, he would still be weaker than a hen. If she left here, he would probably have his head chopped off by the beast that would rush in the door the next second.
When subordinates are concentrating on their work, it is difficult for them to pay attention to their surroundings. Miss M has more than once slipped small notes on his back while he was concentrating on his work.
Once, she even used hundreds of pink sticky notes to make a complete big heart, and her subordinates who were working diligently in front of her didn't notice it at all.
-18-
He had been wearing a giant sticky note heart on his back and only discovered it when he got off work.
That day he was rushing to eat some kind of tofu hot pot that required reservations, and when he hurriedly stepped on the skateboard, there was a "whoosh" sound -
Miss M quietly followed behind with the video on. She had originally planned to laugh at that moment, but the sight of hundreds of pink sticky notes being blown away by the wind was unexpectedly beautiful, especially when there was a blond child in the front wearing white headphones, lowering his head and jumping up the stairs with a skateboard.
Moreover, after noticing the movement behind him, he turned around and stared at the sticky notes on the ground, then looked at Miss M who was still standing there in a daze.
"...Oh, you did it again."
-19-
Then Mr. P stopped skateboarding, bent down, and picked up the scattered sticky notes on the ground one by one.
In front of Miss M, he very calmly put the hundreds of sticky notes into his backpack filled with complaint reports, clearly expressing his intention of "I'm going to take them home to collect", then turned around, stepped back on the skateboard, and slid away.
Ms. M: “…”
-20-
Miss M sometimes feels that her subordinates’ “calmness” can be directly equated with “shamelessness”.
-twenty one-
...and he's so crazy that he wants to collect the sticky notes she used for pranks, so why is he still unwilling to take his boss to eat that tofu hotpot restaurant!
What's wrong?! Why did you have to reserve a tofu hotpot for just one person?! It's too much for a subordinate to reserve a "single" meal even though they have a boss!
-twenty two-
...That's getting off topic.
In short, her subordinates are really weird.
When she was completely absorbed in her work, she barely noticed anything around her—although she would still make time to pour her some water or juice—and when she came out of her focused state and discovered she had encountered some bizarre prank, she wasn't embarrassed or nervous at all, and just casually said "Oh" and accepted the reality—
Miss M had no doubt that her subordinate, who was concentrating on his work, was killed by the boss of the horror world with one blow, and after coming to his senses, he just said "Oh".
It's okay to ignore the surrounding environment in the office, but to ignore the surrounding environment like this in the horror world means he is really not afraid of death.
He is weak and has no vigilance... No wonder he always insists on not going out on field missions, he is very self-aware... It's not like he hasn't learned his lesson before, the last time he was crushed by a female ghost in the school with one hand, he had to rest for more than a week to recover... Now in this dangerous orc world, he is still... Tsk.
Little P is so easy to be bullied.
-twenty three-
She is the head of the Horror Maintenance Department. In a place like this, she must be by his side to protect him at all times.
Never walk away easily.
-twenty four-
So Miss M changed "a quick glance out of the corner of the eye from time to time" to "turning her head and staring openly."
The subordinates did not waver.
Just like every time he was concentrating on his work, he completely ignored her staring at him.
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M stood up, moved a little, and sat down again, deliberately pressing her arm close to his.
The subordinate naturally moved to the side, but his eyes were still focused on the data.
Ms. M: “…”
So Miss M stood up again, moved again, and sat down again - directly on her subordinate's knees, spread her arms in front of the light screen, and then turned her head to stare at him.
-25-
Mr. P, whose work screen was blocked: "..."
Mr. P lifted his boss's arms, which were stretched out at a wide angle, hugged her waist tightly, lifted her off her knees, let her sit in her original position, then sat up straight again and started typing in the data.
Miss M, who was carried back to sit next to her: "..."
…How could he focus on his work so easily again?! He had just kissed her! He had kissed her directly!
-26-
They haven't discussed anything yet!
Whether it was the greasy first love, the faulty memory, his expression just now, the reasons for comfort and discomfiture—and that kiss—her mind had clearly begun to think, her mind was suddenly in a mess due to the deep thoughts—did he completely stop paying attention to these things?!
Does it mean "I need to work" and then "click" the switch behind the neck like a robot and go straight into work mode!
She had clearly confirmed it!
She had personally confirmed with her hands and mouth that there was no robot "on or off" switch on the back of his neck, just very scratchable skin!
-27-
Miss M sat nearby, folding her arms, and grew angrier the more she thought about it.
...The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
-28-
She was so angry that she started kicking her legs, and with a "clang", she kicked away a wolf-beast that rushed into the lounge.
…Why was she still trying to fend off these wolves and tigers for him? Just let them eat him alive!
Fortunately, the subordinates around him reacted the moment the word "eat alive" appeared.
When the wolf beastman, with only the whites of his eyes left, turned into a pool of blood on the wall of the corridor, the subordinate moved and turned off the light screen.
He seemed to relax a lot.
"I've come to a conclusion, Miss M..."
Ms. M: "Ha, now you want to talk to me! If you love your job so much, why don't you talk to your job!"
“…”
-29-
When his direct supervisor accused him of being too absorbed in work to talk to me, Mr. P blinked.
Then he gently pointed out, "Your accusation is strange, Ms. M. I was focused on my work so I could better assist you in completing your mission. Furthermore, the tone of your voice is like that of a girlfriend sulking because her partner is too focused on work."
Ms. M: “…”
Ms. M immediately let go of her arm: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all. Why would I be angry with my subordinates? It's best for subordinates to focus on their work. Who is your girlfriend?"
Mr. P: "Oh, okay, thank you for your affirmation of my work attitude."
"...Ahem, where's that conclusion report you were about to mention?"
-30-
Mr. P looked around and saw that they were the only two people in the empty lounge.
But he still chose to lower his body, leaning close to her ear, and whispering -
-31-
Miss M clenched her fists. She found that the whispering reporting method could easily make the soles of her feet itchy.
-32-
Ten minutes later, Mr. P sat up again, and she finally opened her fist.
Pinch it again.
Open again.
It's like a silent deep breath that calms the abnormal heartbeat.
“…There’s no surveillance here.”
After Ms. M finished her first sentence, she deliberately cleared her throat and adjusted her tone to a normal tone before saying the second sentence: "Even if there is surveillance, you can still establish internal communication with me through the system light screen."
Mr. P didn't seem to have any objections. He extended his hand, and Miss M clenched her fist again.
But Mr. P simply took the paper cup from her other hand and threw it into the trash can.
The paper cup previously contained lemonade, but it had long been drunk up by Miss M, and was now even flattened.
Ms. M: "...So, you understand. Don't whisper."
"I understand. It was just a precaution, Ms. M. I will establish additional internal contact with you in the future."
-33-
Miss M immediately thought that there would be no such whispers in the future - she deliberately cleared her throat again.
The order was terse: "We'll talk later."
This definitely can’t happen while she’s working, as it will affect her state too much...but it’s okay on the bed in the dormitory.
...Oh, yes.
Why wasn't there a "whisper" part of her nightlife? The porn movies she'd seen had a lot of deliberately close, flirtatious whispering! The male protagonists' lines were so long and cheesy, so cheesy she didn't want to eat fried chicken!
-34-
Miss M couldn't hold back her words again - she really wasn't used to thinking before speaking. She had only just begun to seriously consider her relationship with her subordinates today -
She asked directly: "Xiao P, why don't you ever say sweet words to me in bed?"
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P didn't answer. He just looked at her silently for a while.
The look was like looking at some magical creature that had escaped from a magic movie.
A crazy, stupid animal that cackles without thinking.
Miss M realized that she had said some crazy words again: "..."
Ms. M: "It was too hot just now. My mind is not clear. Go get me a glass of ice water."
"Oh well."
-35-
So Mr. P silently passed by the lounge thermostat which showed 25℃ and went to pour another glass of lemonade.
Miss M lowered her head to take the glass of lemonade, and only after her fingers firmly touched the paper cup did she realize that it was warm.
"I said I wanted ice water..."
"Well, I don't think you were hot enough to need ice water when you spoke just now. You were simply speaking without thinking. And warm water is good for your stomach."
“…I just…”
"It's work time now, and this is a world of terror. For now, I'll considerately pretend I didn't hear anything. Please have a drink of water."
"...Thank you."
-36-
Miss M took a sip of lemonade, and the tacit understanding between adults made them forget the previous episode at the same time after taking this sip.
"Well, so, what you just reported to me quietly...is all the conclusions you came to on these matters."
"Yes, and I think the time is ripe. There is no need to delay any further."
“…Yeah, okay.”
Ms. M sat up straighter. “I have no objection to your preparations, Xiao P. I have great confidence in your ability to do the job—”
Mr. P is very familiar with what his boss means when he says this.
He nodded. "Do you have any objection to the implementation plan I proposed based on the conclusions?"
"Yes."
Miss M looked at him, then suddenly stretched out her legs——
-37-
The defenseless subordinate was kicked in the knee by her, and he half-knelt on the ground.
"You're too weak, Little P," Miss M said. "Just like the job interview fifty years ago, I'll still kick you over."
But this time she didn't continue to step on his throat with her foot. She just reached out her hand, as if to avenge the embarrassment she had just suffered, pinched his face a little hard, and then grabbed his hair.
Mr. P, his hair being torn, remained calm: "You can tell me 'you are weak' in other ways."
Ms. M: "No, I just wanted to kick you. I wanted to kick you when you were concentrating on your work and not talking to me."
“…”
Oh well.
After all, she was his direct superior.
-38-
"The execution plan you proposed is very clever, but with your limited abilities, the risks of executing it are too great."
Miss M grabbed Mr. P's hair nonchalantly: "So, I will just..."
"You can assist," Mr. P said suddenly. "As a civilian, I won't develop a plan to be fully executed by myself. Besides, as your subordinate, I never thought of leading the charge myself. I'll be responsible for infiltration, and you'll wait for the opportunity to assist. At the critical moment, I'll send the signal, and you'll rush in and begin the charge, covering my retreat to the safety of the rear."
Ms. M: “…”
Ms. M: “You are so frank.”
He can say something like "You charge and I'll cover your rear" in such a refreshing and refined way.
-39-
She withdrew her hand from playing with his hair, but Mr. P still didn't get up from the ground - he knew that his boss preferred to look down at him when talking to him, and when she looked down at him, she would always relax her guard in subtle ways and feel elated.
He continued to half-kneel in front of her.
Miss M stepped on it naturally.
Mr. P: “…”
-40-
"I'm not a large dog, Ms. M. Please don't try to put your foot on my chest while communicating with me normally. And you're wearing high heels."
Ms. M expressed regret: "In the short video, other dogs lie down when they are stepped on, making it easier for their owners to step on them."
“…”
"It's okay that you don't have a flat belly, but your attitude is so bad. The other dogs in the video are much cuter than you."
“…”
-41-
Mr. P looked at her for a moment, then simply sat down cross-legged and unzipped his white casual jacket.
Miss M raised her toes, and Mr. P took off her leather shoes with a slight frown - she had just kicked a lot of orcs who tried to break into the lounge, and her shoes were covered with many blurry unknown mosaics.
For subordinates who love cleanliness, just seeing such a pair of shoes approaching them would probably give them a headache.
Miss M couldn't help but feel that she was a good and considerate boss: at least she didn't step on his stomach directly with her shoes on, she gave him a silent signal to take off his shoes before stepping on him.
-42-
Thinking of this, she happily shook her feet after taking off her leather shoes, and began to kick the zipper of his casual clothes from time to time.
This white casual suit of his must have been bought temporarily for the mission. I had never seen it before. Miss M didn't like her subordinates to have clothes on them that she hadn't stepped on before - on average she would jump into his closet and step through it twice a week.
No reason, just fun.
Mr. P: “…Can we continue talking about work?”
"Oh, yes, about work."
Ms. M smiled faintly. "You just told me the conclusion you thought we were going to destroy—wasn't that the guy who upset you earlier? I thought you'd want to take care of him secretly, without telling me, so I could keep him out of my sight."
Mr. P caught her kicking feet.
-43-
"I still have some confidence in myself."
He said slowly, "After meeting me, you shouldn't be so easily aroused by that kind of 'first love'."
Miss M sensed something was wrong from the force of the pinch on her foot. She coughed lightly and quickly stated, "Of course. This is work. I agree with your report and have also decided to destroy the target. I have no attachment to that guy at all."
Mr. P looked up at her, as if confirming something, then he lowered his head again and pinched her feet.
It's a perfectly moderate force.
...The subordinates hadn't massaged this part of her body for a long time. Miss M was indeed feeling a little uncomfortable because of the men's high-heeled leather shoes with insoles that increased the height. She squinted her eyes when the shoes were pinched.
-44-
I don't want to continue working anymore.
Those complicated conclusions in Little P's report... the Death Concerto, the Eternal Life Society... Ah, I don't want to care about anything... Anyway, one strike and they'll be finished...
Hmm.
She wanted to get off work and go back to the dormitory to have sex.
Whispers... sweet nothings... Why hadn't she noticed all these new things before? ... Maybe a kiss...
-45-
"Ms. M. So, do you agree with my implementation plan?"
...Why is he so strict about sticking to working hours? Is work the only thing on his mind?
M was disappointed. She curled her lips and said, "Alright. If I can help, I will approve this implementation plan."
"Thank you for your trust."
"But I won't wait for your signal for assistance. I must fully participate in your actions and be by your side at all times—"
Ms. M drawled, "Because you're too weak, Little P. I doubt you'll be torn to pieces the second you send the signal. I can't guarantee I'll be right in front of you the next second—and there's a high chance you'll be torn to pieces in the early stages of your infiltration, you're so weak."
“…”
"All they need to defeat you is a hen. Really, Little P, if they can't even beat a hen, you absolutely can't act alone."
“…”
-46-
Mr. P has a headache.
He reflected on his usual words and actions for a moment—perhaps he shouldn't constantly portray himself as weak. No matter how weak he was, he wasn't that weak. He would even personally catch a chicken and cook chicken and mushroom stew for his boss.
Moreover, if he wanted to sneak in using that method, he wanted to take the opportunity to have further contact with W and bring her out from the place of detention.
If I always keep Miss M with me, it would be impossible to look for W without telling her... Based on what W revealed, if Miss M knew that she was "forced to be semi-resurrected", something serious would happen... No danger would be as great as the danger of Miss M losing control.
Besides, what kind of excuse could he come up with to reasonably bring Miss M, who looked just like Miss W, in? Miss M never bothered to pretend to be someone else, so this would definitely be seen through -
-47-
"Okay, I know what you're worried about, Little P. Isn't it that you can't sneak in smoothly with me?"
Ms. M gestured for him to take off her other shoe and rubbed her other foot. "It's easy. I can handle it."
Mr. P: "…I'm sorry, every time you said 'It's easy, I'll take care of it' before a task, I had to deal with countless subsequent complaints. I can't trust your assurance that it's easy."
M stretched.
"It's really that simple. Have you forgotten, Little P? I'm the Banshee."
“…”
-48-
Mr. P frowned, then quickly straightened his brow.
"I understand." He said calmly, "After I sneak in, I will find a way to die in a deserted place, and then you will crawl out from the shadow of my death."
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M kicked his hand lightly.
She said coldly, "I have no interest in other creatures killing you, Little P. Even you killing yourself is not an option. Your death must be caused by me, otherwise, it would be utterly boring."
"Can……"
So long-winded.
-49-
Miss M kicked his hands away, jumped off the seat, stood up straight, and bent down twice to both sides with extraordinary flexibility.
"Just as you said, no delay, quick resolution."
Ms. M muttered as she stretched, "I haven't used this convenient infiltration method for a long time. Sigh, I wonder if it will work this time—"
She jumped upwards.
The next second, the black-haired girl turned into a huge handful of darkness suspended in mid-air—the darkness shrunk again, becoming a small shadow—then shrunk into a tiny black dot—then, it stretched thinly—finally—
-50-
Looking at the scene in front of him, Mr. P still maintained his usual calm expression.
But he was trying so hard to stay calm that he didn't even notice that he was subconsciously holding his breath.
-51-
Thirty minutes later, in the high-level meeting room of the Eternal Life Society headquarters.
The legendary handsome guy yawned, pushed aside some purchasing department documents he was sorting out, and turned on the screen again.
"It's been so long, the white robes should have completed their mission..."
Furthermore, he had followed the president's orders from the very beginning, checking the guest registration list and selecting the most suspicious male beastman, then targeted him with the distorted influence of the concert.
No undead could survive that level of mental attack. The legendary handsome guy even had to wear earplugs to avoid stabbing himself. He didn't think that an undead from the system world and the sheepfold could withstand that.
He probably committed suicide early and became a pile of flesh and blood to be divided up by those frenzied orcs.
The legendary handsome guy really didn't care about the person the president was focusing on. After the president left, he took a few casual glances, turned off the screen and started to deal with the purchasing department's affairs.
...I have to go to work in the purchasing department tomorrow... Ah, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been so greedy for that little bit of information, wouldn't have been so curious... If I had known earlier, I would have...
"Are you sure you can get me into the system world? Memory...memory isn't a problem. It doesn't matter how much I erase."
-52-
I shouldn't have followed that guy and gone to work in the system world on a whim.
There was a hint of indifference in the legendary handsome guy's eyes.
After all, why was I so curious about "how far this guy can go"?
——He should have understood long ago that neither of the sisters was the type to be moved and tear down the walls they had built.
That guy won’t go far, and with the president’s attitude…his “employee journey” is about to come to an end.
-53-
Come to think of it, for the sake of our friendship for so many years, should I plead for him when the time comes?
After giving everything to be an ordinary undead for fifty years, he was dragged back to the Eternal Life Society and imprisoned by the president... It's too pitiful.
...No, I still need to weigh it carefully and see the president's attitude and the price he might offer.
Whether in life or death, the legendary handsome man possessed the greatest virtue of a businessman - prudence.
He never does business at a loss.
-54-
"The key is White Robe...his performance this time was too abnormal...oh."
Inside the opened light screen, the man in white robe had already stood up from the ground.
He hurried through the chaotic crowd of orcs, approached the group of instruments at the center of the concert, and then—
The pale white fingers of the man in white robe picked up a gray, old music score.
It was very easy, and he was not affected by the previous situation. When he reached out to steal the music score, he seemed to be surrounded by a powerful black shadow.
"It finally worked out."
The legendary handsome guy felt relieved and somehow breathed a sigh of relief.
-55-
He himself is a thorough evil spirit, who has done many things such as devouring lives and slaughtering innocent people - as long as he can get more energy and more "profits" - therefore, he became acquainted with the president of the Eternal Life Society and became a senior figure in his organization.
However, even among the top echelons of the Eternal Life Society, there are very few undead that the legendary handsome guy is interested in.
He didn't love death or killing, nor was he interested in destroying beautiful things. He was just a businessman pursuing profit - he really couldn't get along with those crazy evil spirits.
Therefore, the only one in the top leadership of the Eternal Life Society, the one who kept saying "brother, brother" and who looked stupid and gullible no matter how you looked at him, became the evil spirit with the best relationship with the legendary handsome guy.
...Of course, it's not as good as the relationship between the legendary handsome guy and Mr. P. The man in white robe is just the one he likes the most among the top leaders of the Eternal Life Society.
So, more or less, seeing the man in white robe fall into a coma abnormally in the surveillance video, I still feel a little worried.
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The man in white robe had already stepped out of the concert hall. He swayed left and right, as if looking for his direction.
The legendary handsome guy waved his hand, turned off the light screen, and opened the passage to the high-level conference room.
Then--
"Yo. What took you so long this time?"
A blond man wrapped in a white robe stepped into the high-level conference room. Hearing this, he took off his hood and looked at the legendary handsome man sitting behind the desk.
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At that moment, the legendary handsome guy felt a little strange.
Because the man in white robe rarely looked him in the eye, there was basically nothing else in his eyes except that "brother".
Look him in the eye and prepare to talk to him—that's all considered "observing social etiquette."
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But, it was only for a moment.
The man in white robe immediately looked away, his expression becoming contemptuous and indifferent again.
"You're doing these useless things again."
The legendary handsome man shrugged: "What else can I do? Can you help me go undercover in the system world? With your appearance, ha, it's quite convenient..."
The man in white robe immediately reached out and grabbed his collar.
"I'm warning you."
...Tsk, he gets angry when I mention the word "brother". What a bad temper.
If he hadn't been so unsure he could completely devour this idiot...
The legendary handsome guy raised his hands to signal to shut up. The man in white robe looked at him coldly and let go of his collar.
"You were unconscious just now, but you still have the energy to threaten me now. You are really energetic. Unlike some of the
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