The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 573 - 298: Bathroom. Young girl. Tentacles. (Day 1 of Thousands!!!)_2
In his memory, Jiang Shu was extremely appropriate towards others, and his rude behavior just now was merely because he despised that fellow, barely bothering to maintain basic manners.

Chris stared deeply at the two departing figures, his eyes revealing a sinister gleam.

Indeed, lowlifes are lowlifes, not even understanding basic courtesy.

Unfortunately, they were from the Seventh District; out of his reach, or he would have certainly taught them the proper attitude towards a superior.

However, since they were still within the police system, there was an opportunity for revenge.

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”I mean... I’m listening to you, can you leave now?” Evon Garcia looked troubled, gazing at the two Tablet Spirits hovering in the air in front of him.

It was a fine morning, he was in his office with his assistant, eating steak and singing, when suddenly these two creatures had kidnapped him.

Their purpose was quite straightforward initially, a negotiation.

Not to attack the Taigong Dynasty today.

Of course, Evon disagreed. He had prepared for so long, chosen this auspicious day to obliterate the enemy’s stronghold; how could he abandon his plan just because of two Tablet Spirits?

Yet, a minute later, he had succumbed.

No matter what he tried, he couldn’t escape the two Tablet Spirits, nor could he notify his subordinates to intervene.

Now, he couldn’t even move his limbs.

Faced with the inexplicable abilities of the Tablet Spirits, Evon could not muster a shred of resistance.

How could he resist?

With lightning and fire, how could Jiang Shu’s pets be so formidable?

These tablets seemed like scientific creations, but these abilities...

How could they possibly be scientific creations?

Was Lonely City Technology that incredible?

Evon even started to believe that these Tablet Spirits, if they wished, could easily overthrow him without any difficulty.

In his heart, Jiang Shu’s entire persona suddenly became enigmatic, suspecting he was one of those magicians rumored to have a Mysterious Coefficient over 1.0.

Magician?

Believe in science?

Bullshit!

It’s all just a facade!

However, even though he had given in, the Tablet Spirits still did not intend to let him go.

They kept asking him strange questions.

”How much do you know about the Taigong Dynasty?”

”How many forces do you currently have?”

”What’s the state of your armament?”

”What reinforcements can you call?”

”What’s the level of your reinforcements?”

But every time he organized a lie to tell the two Tablet Spirits, they would interrupt him with another question, leaving him confused and unclear about the purpose of their inquiries.

If they don’t listen to his nonsense, then why ask at all?

Could they possibly get the answers just by asking?

”Leave? We have to keep an eye on you, right? Who knows if you’ll attack the Taigong Dynasty today?” Ding rolled his eyes, patting Evon’s shoulder, ”Don’t worry, Evon, it’s just one day. Close your eyes, then open them, and we’ll be gone.”

Evon’s face turned ashen.

He couldn’t understand why, why he, who was influential in Sector F, had fallen to the brink of obeying two electronic pets.

Even the people from Seks Group had high hopes for him.

Fortunately, the two Tablet Spirits didn’t seem intent on harming him, simply standing there and watching him, their eyes bulging round as if they had never seen a living person before.

Time ticked by, and Evon sat on the recliner, unsure of what to do.

With the two Tablet Spirits nearby, he felt uncomfortable doing anything.

Better to do nothing at all.

So be it, a day of rest, emptying his mind, doing nothing.

That wasn’t so bad.

In this way, he essentially vanished from his own power circle for a day...

Generally speaking, if a leader of an organization disappears without reason for a day, naturally the organization would descend into chaos.

In that chaos, it would be clear who truly supported him, and who the opportunists were.

Just as Evon was indulging in his dream of an ”emperor pretending to die to reveal the traitors,” Xiao Bing and Ding floated over at some point, startling him.

”Hmm? What’s happening?” Evon opened his eyes and looked at the two grim reapers in front of him, asking in a flattering tone.

Bing: Go notify your subordinates to attack the Taigong Dynasty according to the original plan today.

Evon: ”???”

He was momentarily stunned and couldn’t help saying, ”What do you mean by this?”

Ding: Nothing much, we got the wrong person. Pretend we were never here.

”Then... are you leaving now?” Evon was somewhat incredulous, recalling the entire process of the two Tablet Spirits coming here.

First, they insisted he not attack, now they said they got the wrong person and were leaving...

Are they mocking me?

Yet, this confused him even more, and he somehow felt reluctant to attack today, worried about deceit and ambush by the Taigong Dynasty forces, and with the two Tablet Spirits present, he felt completely uneasy.

Hearing Evon’s thoughts, Xiao Bing raised his hand and smacked him on the head: We already said we got the wrong person, hurry up and organize the attack!

Ding also raised his hand, finger extended: Don’t make me hit you, okay?

”Yes, yes, I’ll organize it right away,” Evon immediately complied, nodding continuously and beginning to tap on his wristwatch to make arrangements.