I Won't Sell My Chastity, Even If I Die!

When Sing Sing sneaked into the director's office, he had several invoices in his pocket.

These bills are all from "bad debts" left over from doing business in New York.

Even though the recipient's name clearly indicated a strip club, Zhou had already made up his mind.

As long as Wang Pangzi dares to investigate, he'll insist that it's just necessary hospitality expenses for running an overseas underground intelligence network.

You can't get intelligence if you're unwilling to spend money; how can you figure out the enemy's strength without going into the dance hall?

Besides, wasn't the reason Wang Pangzi contacted him because he wanted him to do something?

This gives us a chance to talk!

If he can sign it, would that brat Anton dare to refuse?

The moment I peeked inside, the atmosphere was clearly off.

An old acquaintance was sitting on the sofa in the reception area.

Wolverine?

Something's not right.

This Beast, which was ready to pounce and scratch at any moment, was now standing with its knees tightly together and its back straight like a primary school student about to be punished by the teacher with a ruler.

"What are you doing here?" Sing Sing raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you supposed to be at the archives writing your oral history?"

Wolverine stiffened his neck and turned his face away, deliberately avoiding Sing Sing's gaze.

A suspicious blush appeared on her rough cheeks for the Wasteland.

"Well... the history is almost finished."

Sing Sing looked as if he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight, backing away repeatedly, his finger trembling as he pointed at Wolverine.

"Why are you blushing?!"

Dozens of terrifying conjectures flashed through his mind.

Has this old bastard really messed things up?

Did she bring trouble to the village chief's daughter?

Or did he get so drunk that he took the top-secret files from the archives to use as fuel for the stove?

If this is investigated and those responsible are held accountable, their Overseas Recruitment Office's performance bonus will be deducted!

"Nothing much," Logan awkwardly, rubbing his hands together. "Just... running into a little trouble."

However, his tone sounded guilty to Sing Sing.

"What's the trouble? It's a good thing."

A faint voice came from behind Sing Sing, making him shudder.

When did Wang Pangzi start using Sprint to get behind them?!

Looking back, he saw the leader pacing back and forth behind him with his hands behind his back.

The eyes hidden behind the glasses gleamed with a chilling light.

Danger!

That old fox is setting a trap!

Sing Sing felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at, and instinctively closed his legs.

Director Wang chuckled twice and reached out to pinch Sing Sing's cheek.

"Really, still so smooth and delicate... Come on, spin around so the commander can see."

Seeing that he didn't move, Director Wang urged him twice more, "Don't be shy! Come on!"

Sing Sing was dumbfounded. Was Wang Pangzi drunk on fake alcohol today, or had he been possessed?

Out of subconscious obedience to power, Old Zhou stiffly turned halfway around.

Wuhu~

A hooligan whistle rang out, Sing Sing turned around as if he had been electrocuted, clutching his chest with both hands.

"Sir! What are you doing?!"

Director Wang was about to extend his hand further, but seeing his resistance, he awkwardly withdrew his hand and smiled, "Hey! I couldn't help myself a little."

Unable to control oneself?

You old bastard, you always skimp on my expense reimbursements, and now you want to take advantage of me?!

Sing Sing started to shuffle towards the door, "Um... I just remembered I still have some work to finish in New York, right! That bastard Mueller isn't completely dead yet, I'll have Blue Elf take me there to work overtime!"

"Stop right there!"

Director Wang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his tone carried the sinister intent of someone trying to lure an innocent teenager. "Want to level up?"

Sing Sing's gaze swept back and forth between the bureau chief and Old Jin.

No?

What's going on with these two?

"I don't want to be a gigolo, sir!"

Director Wang's face twitched. "What do you mean, 'become a gigolo'? I'm asking if you want to upgrade your status!"

Sing Sing clutched his belt buckle. "I would never sell my body!"

He shouted hysterically, as if he would rather die than live in dishonor.

Director Wang, enraged, pointed at Sing Sing's nose and yelled, "Are you answering a completely different question? I asked you if you want a promotion!"

Sing Sing hesitated for a moment.

Real promotion?

Can a section chief be promoted to deputy director?

The condition of selling one's jade buttocks...

It's not like it's completely impossible to negotiate?

"I want to, but I won't sell my chastity to my superior!"

"Who wants your virginity! I want your youth!"

"Youth is just as important to me as virginity, sir!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking!"

Director Wang waved his hand and plopped back into his chair. "Logan, you speak."

"Well... Zhou, this matter... it's a bit tricky."

Speak clearly and legibly.

Even the hot-tempered Wolverine didn't retort this time, and honestly said, "I've been working on oral histories in the archives these past few days, and as I was writing, something came to mind."

He scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "A few years ago... I went to Japan, you know..."

"Then what?"

"Back then I was young and full of vigor, so... I didn't really control my lower body."

Wolverine lowered his head even further, "Having some... more than friendly exchanges with a few local girls..."

Sing Sing stared wide-eyed at Wolverine.

Is this what you call historical review?

You promised to give the Americans some unpleasant historical moments, but why are you, this old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, reminiscing about your own scandalous past?

Is this a case file from a transnational crackdown on pornography and illegal publications?

And!

You, Old Jin, are getting on in years; you must have had your share of romantic entanglements, but why are you reporting this to the 749 Bureau?

Do you expect the organization to bail you out?

"Old Jin... we're all adults. The organization can tolerate the occasional moral lapse of not buying a ticket when going out."

Sing Sing crossed his arms, "But you're looking for Fatty Wong..."

"Um?"

"What do you want with Director Wang? Do you want the bureau to reimburse you for your prostitution expenses from back then?"

"It wasn't payment for sex!" Wolverine stammered for a while, "I was thinking, one of those women gave birth to my cub..."

What!?

Wolverine have a child?

In Japan?

Are you sure?

"It should be." Wolverine nodded.

"These past few days, fragmented images keep flashing through my mind. Wasn't I brainwashed by that bastard Stryker? My memories are all jumbled up."

"But during this short period of time, sleeping on a warm kang (heated brick bed), I felt at ease, and some things just popped into my head. I remembered them just from the smell."

"Smelling it? You think you're a police dog looking for drugs? And what kind of child was it, a boy or a girl?"

Wolverine shook his head.

How old are you?

"Judging by the years, it's probably... time for high school."

"You must remember the woman's name, right?"

Wolverine held up three fingers and counted, "I've come up with three names. Mariko Yashida, Yukio, and one called Itsu."

Sing Sing turned to look at Wang Pangzi.

His eyelids drooped, and he seemed detached from the situation.

Sing Sing understood everything.

After all that preamble from Wang Pangzi, with his cheek-pinching and promises of a promotion and raise, is he planning to dump this mess on him?

"Sir, our Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office is responsible for introducing special labor talents. Shouldn't matters like finding relatives for elderly people living alone across borders be transferred to the Anti -Anti-Trafficking Office of the Ministry of Public Security?"