Otherworldly Affairs Office

Everyone fell silent when Mr. Mu questioned them. Han Lihu glanced at Zhao Liben, who was still stuffing his face, and cursed under his breath. With no one responding, he braced himself and said, "That's right, Mr. Mu. We call our organization Divine Will. When I was invited to join, you said we were chosen by the gods, and could lead any life we wanted. But now? I don't get it! Why aren't we earning easy money, and instead risking our lives to clash with the government and the investigation bureau? Is there some benefit here? I can't see it!"

"Lihu, you've recently expanded your influence significantly with the latest equipment from the organization. Isn't it inappropriate to say such things now?" Du Guangyuan said kindly, rubbing his fingers along his insulated cup and looking up at Han Lihu.

Han Lihu understood what Du Guangyuan meant by equipment; they were the latest devices capable of identifying people with potential to become superpowered. Even the nation was still developing them. With these devices and allocations from the organization, Han Lihu already held over forty low-level superpowered individuals, which empowered him to speak so boldly today.

"Mr. Du, I understand. I'm not one to forget my roots, but fighting against the investigation bureau is just sending ourselves to die for nothing! Didn't Mr. Du lose over ten subordinates for no reason during the Spring Festival because of this? And didn't Miss Fu have a base wiped out by the bureau around that time too?" Han Lihu said, flashing a sycophantic smile at Fu Rui.

Fu Rui, who'd been listlessly tapping her fingers on the desk, straightened up slightly with a flirtatious sparkle in her eyes as she listened to him. Feeling greatly supported, Han Lihu was about to continue his commentary.

But a soft "bang" startled him. He turned to see Liang Guangsheng, who'd been playing with a Rubik's cube, unable to return it to its original state, strike it with his palm, causing it to break into tiny steel cubes. With one grasp, the cubes reassembled into an unmoved metal Rubik's cube.

Throwing the metal Rubik's cube onto the table, Liang Guangsheng roared, "What the hell are you trying to say? Stop being so wishy-washy like a sissy."

"Ha! You lost, hand it over!" Wang Yiyi, hugging her knees, gleefully pointed at Liang Guangsheng upon seeing this.

Liang Guangsheng begrudgingly glanced at Wang Yiyi, took a deep breath, removed a jade pendant hanging around his neck, and tossed it casually to Du Guangyuan, who'd looked at it intently. Wang Yiyi caught the pendant steadily, fiddled with it for a while, and then happily hung it around his neck.

Han Lihu flushed red with embarrassment from Liang Guangsheng's insults but held his composure, finally saying, "My point is that the organization should give us an explanation. Why are we doing this, instead of sending us off like headless flies to die like cannon fodder?"

"What if the organization refuses to give you an answer?" Mr. Mu stared at Han Lihu with a sneering look as if he were an idiot.

"Well, I'm sorry, but let's be pragmatic. I don't want to fall out with the organization, but neither do I want to get involved in this mess! We are willing to pay for the organization's goods, but if the organization wants us to do something, it must be traded for real gold and silver, not just a few devices and reagents demanding us to risk our lives. Right, Old Zhao, Old Wang?" After speaking, Han Lihu turned to Zhao Liben and Wang Xishu.

"If the organization doesn't agree, are you implying you want to leave the organization?" Mr. Mu asked, extending a hand to Zhao Liben, "Is that what you mean too?"

Zhao Liben, who had been silently feasting, put down his chicken leg, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his greasy mouth, picked at the chicken remnants in his teeth, and muttered, "It's got nothing to do with me. I firmly support any decisions by the organization!"

On the other side, Wang Xishu, who'd somehow acquired two shiny walnut plates, spun them in one hand while lightly scratching his bald head, echoed, "Me too!"

Seeing both of them go back on their word infuriated Han Lihu. He slammed the table and yelled, "Zhao Liben, Wang Xishu, you two are hypocrites!" Last night, he spent an entire evening negotiating with the two, giving them a substantial reward and promising to introduce his drug suppliers to them for mutual profit, yet they flipped faster than flipping book pages!

Listening to Han Lihu's interrogation, Zhao Liben, with his hand picking chicken bits from his mouth, withdrew it, coughed twice, inflated his cheeks, and spat out a lump of phlegm mixed with food residue at Han Lihu, who turned his head to dodge it.

Behind him came an explosive sound; the wall hit by the phlegm had a deep pit, with cracks radiating from it.

Before Han Lihu could react, Zhao Liben stood and pointed at him, cursing, "Shut the hell up! What Wang and I promised you yesterday was, if you fight for the southwestern leader, we'll guarantee no interference from anyone present. If you win, we'll support you in taking that position. Who the hell agreed to leave the organization!"

Having said this, he glanced around at those present and declared, "Today, if Han Lihu takes down Su Xiang, let him be the southwest leader. I'm Zhao Liben, and I'm backing him. Does anyone have any objections?"

Mr. Mu chuckled at this, pulled out a cigarette from his pack, shook his head, and said, "It's getting more interesting, Old Zhao. Why didn't you give a heads-up about such an interesting matter beforehand!"

On this note, Mr. Mu turned to Han Lihu, picked up his lighter, lit the cigarette, took a drag, and said leisurely, "No worries, even if that's how Old Zhao phrased it, our organization isn't like the investigation bureau ranking people by seniority and position. We respect strength above all. Han Lihu, if you can take down Su Xiang, I'll hand you the southwest leader position. As for you trying to leave the organization, let's see if you can take this position first."

Then he turned to Su Xiang and asked, "No objections, right?"

Su Xiang nodded with a smile, "No objections!"

Seeing Mr. Mu make a statement, everyone else held a watchful attitude and said no more. Wang Yiyi, hugging her knees, began clapping happily, "Oh-oh! After so many meetings, it's finally interesting! Planning a gangster fight, are we? Hurry up, and stop delaying!"

Seeing things settled, Zhao Liben licked his lips, turned to Su Xiang, and bowed slightly, "Old Su, don't blame me for siding with outsiders. It's your fault for not watching your subordinates. If one day my guys act up like yours, feel free to do the same to me. I won't hold a grudge."

Su Xiang stood up, returned the bow to Zhao Liben, and responded sincerely with a smiling face, "Not at all!"