The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 496 - 269: The Strange Breed, Jiang Shu
Chapter 496: Chapter 269: The Strange Breed, Jiang Shu”Police station personnel?” the leader of the supervision team repeated Hughes’s words, pausing subconsciously.

Police station—such a distant term for him now.

Previously, he was just a street thug, engaged daily in unsavory activities, and the police station was what he thought about most each day.

The police station was different from the patrol station he dealt with regularly; it only handled complicated cases. Being invited ”for tea” at the police station was a mark of notorious repute on the streets, a badge of manhood.

But suddenly, he woke up to reality—it was the police station, after all. If they indeed found any criminal evidence, he wasn’t sure about the company, but he would definitely be in trouble.

He absolutely couldn’t let the president get implicated because of these police officers. If the president were to step down, his days would be even harder!

The leader of the supervision team immediately thought of this possibility, and his face contorted.

In the past, he roamed around aimlessly as a thug, until one day, a distant uncle approached him with a single question: are you willing to work for me?

Being from the streets, he was naturally loyal, unthinkingly supporting his own family.

However, both the background of this relative and the purpose of his visit were alarming.

After helping out a few times, he was brought into this company and quickly became the leader of the supervision team.

He found a delicious satisfaction as those he once envied—white-collar workers earning hefty salaries in the central business district—were suddenly beneath his heel.

Not only that, but his distant uncle had gone to the black market to buy him various terms, which were all implanted into him.

It was also fortunate that he had canceled his own character card early. Now, his professional sequence was merely ”Wanderer.”

Wanderers do not morph, so they could freely install terms as long as their brains could still handle the memories transmitted with the terms.

By forgetting the memories of others acquiring the terms, the terms themselves would disappear.

So now, he was not only smarter and quicker in response but also stronger and more adept in combat.

The thought that this beautiful life might disappear because of these two police officers sent a chill through his heart.

Those two officers were likely brought in by Hughes, and as the leader of the supervision team, he should have detected this situation sooner. Hadn’t he noticed something strange about Hughes today, he would have been completely deceived.

”It’s always you, a double-dealer,” the leader suddenly yelled angrily, sending a slap spiraling toward him, ”Can’t you just make money honestly?!”

Hughes, tied to a chair, was struck hard; he and the chair went flying, and it took him a long while on the floor before the buzzing around his head subsided slightly. However, the sharp pain piercing deep into his brain was not alleviated.

His teeth might have struck flesh, as he could feel a small amount of blood accumulating in his mouth, something like bruising built up in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. So, he coughed dryly a few times, spat out a splash of blood, which spread radially and stained the white floor with a vivid contrast of red and white.

”Ptui!” The leader spat, looking down with contempt at Hughes, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Being this disgraceful, it would have been better for him to abandon his character card and roam in area F like he once did, where a wild dog is better than a house dog.

Now, the most urgent matter was to report this event to the president; he had no time to tangle further with this man.

”I’ll deal with you later.” The leader of the supervision team dropped those words and quickly left the confinement room. As soon as he exited the room, he began pressing on the simulated light screen projected from his wristwatch, directly calling the president.

Their supervision team could directly contact the president, after all, they were the president’s trusted canines, not to mention the president was also his distant uncle.

”Hello, Mr. President,” the connection was made, and the leader greeted him with a steady voice.

In the company, the president disliked being called ”uncle” and also disliked flattery or bluster.

”What’s the matter?” The president asked from his end, lying on a small bed with his upper body bare, his somewhat obese body pressing onto the bed, resembling a slab of flesh-colored jelly.

A tall robot stood by, massaging him; its body extended two fist-sized rolling balls that moved across the president’s back, resembling the rolling of dough.

The president didn’t like human attendants; in such a private setting of a secret room, he found it hard to trust people.

The more one understood people, the more one could control them, the more terrifying human beings seemed. It was possible to domesticate, but fully taming them was unachievable.

By contrast, robots were more reliable; with no hacker interference, mere simple programs could keep them under control.

”I just received word that today two big clients entered our company for business discussions, but they seem to be in disguise. Their real identities are police officers from the police station, investigating our company,” the leader of the supervision team quickly reported, ”They should be close to Ms. Han.”