The Hell Queen's Concerns

"Smack!"

Sing Sing's head was tilted to one side, and five clear red marks appeared on his right cheek.

Livestream Orb hung at the entrance, its severed antenna swaying back and forth, faithfully recording the entire process of Director Zhou being beaten.

Is this reasonable?

I just saved someone's life, and before I even got a thank you, I got a slap across the face?

This international friend clearly lacks basic manners!

Sing Sing tapped his cheek with the tip of his tongue, released the Magik's waist, straightened the collar of his hospital gown, and looked at Xiao Liu and Colossus:

"Don't be nervous, everyone. This is a normal stress response after the TCM awakening therapy ends. It shows that the patient's hand nerves have recovered well and the strength is sufficient, which is something to celebrate."

Xiao Liu peeked at his face, feigning ignorance. "Director Zhou, is there such a thing as slapping the attending physician in the face as a treatment in traditional Chinese medicine?"

"This is an imported treatment; it's not recommended in China. You absolutely must not follow this procedure."

The Magik, now steadied, shook his heavy head, glanced at the messy isolation room, and finally looked at his older brother. "Where is this place?"

"China 749 Bureau Medical Center"

Sing Sing pointed to his chest. "I am your temporary attending physician. My main areas of expertise include sprains and bruises, meridian massage, and self-rehabilitation after being beaten."

Colossus rushed over from the side, pulled his sister into his arms, and buried his metallic face in her blonde hair.

"Ili, you're finally awake!"

This heart-wrenching scene of the siblings' reunion, coupled with Colossus's broad shoulders shaking violently, should have been a scene that would have brought tears to many eyes.

The premise is... that he can shed tears.

After transforming, Comrade Piotr's entire body was covered in solid organic steel without a single pore. He tried to squeeze out a lot of tears but could only wail without shedding any.

The Magik was so tightly wrapped up in this "hydraulic machine" hug that his eyes rolled back. He struggled to raise his hand and pat his brother's stiff back. "Piotr... loosen your grip a little..."

Colossus quickly stepped back half a step, but still held onto his sister's shoulders, repeatedly checking to make sure she was truly awake.

"I thought I would never hear you call my name again..."

"You should know that I can't be taken away from the Limbo."

After saying that, the Magik looked at the handprint on Sing Sing's face, his face slightly red. "I apologize for what happened earlier."

"That's not sincere enough."

Sing Sing rubbed his face with an air of seriousness. "Emergency treatment fees, compensation for emotional distress, and facial care fees—I'll give you a friend's price, two thousand US dollars. Installments are possible, but I don't accept hell currency."

The Magik looked at him coldly, "I don't have money. But I can owe you a favor."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, a flash of light appeared in her palm, and the Soulsword returned to her body.

"However, if you ever put your arm around my waist like that again, I'll chop off your hand."

"Can't you be reasonable?!" Sing Sing cried out, his eyes wide with grievance. "You were falling straight to the ground. If I hadn't caught you, you would have knocked out two of your front teeth! I couldn't just stand by and watch you die, could I?"

Joking aside, we still have to eat.

Fifteen minutes later, Old Zhou led the distinguished brother and sister into the bureau's canteen.

Having gone without food or water for several days, the little girl was so hungry her eyes were practically glowing green, and she was devouring a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs without any regard for her image.

His cheeks were stuffed up like a hamster's, yet he still managed to mumble repeatedly praising China's food as the best in the world.

Just as Sing Sing was about to start recruiting, he sat up straight and began his work. Da Vinci rushed over, pushing a metal cart with two shimmering silver shorts on it, their belts still attached to batteries and pressure gauges.

"Ah Qi, get out of the way! I've prepared a full set of sealing equipment for this space-type girl!"

Sing Sing stared at the two pairs of shorts, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

"Explain what this is first?"

"Plasma Leak-Proof Panties!"

Da Vinci grabbed one of the pants and enthusiastically showed off the red button on the waistband.

"It can detect dimensional energy leakage! Once it exceeds the safe limit, the reverse magnetic field in your crotch will activate instantly! I swear on my life, not a single drop of hellish power will leak out!"

Upon hearing this, the Magik stopped eating, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and a faint blue flame flickered in his eyes, while a chilling aura rose around the table.

Colossus raised his mechanical arm, and Sing Sing also raised his right foot. The two exchanged glances across the trolley.

The next moment, Da Vinci was thrown out of the cafeteria along with his bike, with two pairs of oversized underwear hanging on his head.

"Vulgar! You don't understand science at all!"

After driving Da Vinci away, Sing Sing's playful expression disappeared.

Colossus understood his meaning. "Ili, there's something you should know."

The Magik didn't ask any questions, but instead placed his hands folded in front of his knees, waiting for them to continue.

Sing Sing Chow told the story of everything that happened at the old cannery in the shortest possible way.

"The Sugar Man kidnapped you, planning to use the Limbo to tear open the dimensional barrier. When we went in to rescue him, there Little Chubby in our team named Mondo."

"He could absorb any substance he came into contact with, and he fought alongside Colossus on the very first day he signed the contract, but in the end... he sacrificed himself."

The Magik was silent for a moment, then asked, "How did he die?"

"The Sugar Man's tongue pierced through his chest."

After the conversation ended, the bureau had already prepared rooms for them—temporary apartments next to the Medical Zone.

As soon as the three stepped out of the elevator, the Wandering Girl strolled out from around the corner of the corridor, carrying a printed work schedule.

Upon seeing the Magik, she perked up and enthusiastically approached, "Sister, can you really open a portal?"

Startled by this sudden enthusiasm, the Magik took a half step back and instinctively reached for his sword.

"We're on the same side! Don't get excited, please don't get excited!"

Sing Sing quickly stepped in between the two to smooth things over.

"Her name is Edith, or you can call her Blue Elf. She's a key protected individual in our global space transportation industry. Because she's been single-handedly carrying out global cross-border logistics for so long, she suffers from some post-overtime syndrome. Please bear with her."

Edith completely ignored what Sing Sing was saying, her tone humble:

"Sister, my demands are really not high! I only need to make one trip a day! Weekends off, and triple the milk tea rate on public holidays!"

"Take a look at this schedule. I'll be in charge of Asia and Europe, and you'll be in charge of the Americas and Africa. As for Oceania, we'll play rock-paper-scissors every morning, and whoever loses goes. Is that okay?"

The Magik looked at the girl in front of her, whose eyes were bloodshot and who looked like she wanted to kneel down on the spot, and then turned to look at Sing Sing, who was smiling kindly next to her.

"You... you want me to work for your company?"

Sing Sing nodded frantically, just about to open his mouth to rave about the generous benefits of the 749 Bureau, including seven types of insurance, three types of funds, and free meals and accommodation, when he was stopped by a single sentence from the Magik.

This queen of the Limbo, capable of single-handedly taking on demons and tearing apart dimensional barriers, was twisting the hem of her dress between two fingers:

"I'm willing... but I have a problem..."

The Magik lowered his head, his ears turning bright red.

"When I was six years old, I was kidnapped by the demon Belasco and taken to the Limbo. I... I've only ever attended kindergarten. When you're hiring here, do you have any requirements regarding your first degree?"

Kindergarten level, hahaha

Sing Sing was stunned for two seconds.

He was just thinking that this girl wanted a high salary, or that she wanted a demon altar built in the bureau.

I never imagined that this queen would actually be a loser.

"Education requirement? Go ask around! That Sabretooth locked up in our bureau's basement, he didn't even finish nine years of compulsory education, can't recognize all the pinyin, but he's still shining brightly every day, working the sewing machine!"

"You went abroad at six, that's called government-sponsored early-age study abroad! Who is Belasco? He's a big shot on the Limbo, in our country he'd be a top-tier doctoral supervisor!"

"You studied under him for so many years, not only graduating smoothly but also ruining your advisor's reputation and becoming the principal yourself..."

Sing Sing Chow waved his hand dismissively. "This is definitely a combined bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degree from a prestigious overseas university, plus postdoctoral research! If you took this resume to Zhongguancun, the HR departments of those big internet companies would fight tooth and nail to get you!"

Magik was completely bewildered by this combo, his blue eyes filled with utter naiveté.

"Really? Really?" she stammered.

"I, Sing Sing, swear to God, in our 749 Bureau, we only care about ability, not academic qualifications! As long as you can open a teleportation portal, you'll be a senior technical backbone in our Space Logistics Department!"

The Wandering Girl next to him was moved to tears, grabbing the Magik's hand. "Sister! Dear sister! Please sign it! If you come, I'll treat you to milk tea with pearls this weekend!"

Colossus scratched his bald metal head.

Something felt off, but then I realized that Director Zhou's words made perfect sense and I couldn't refute them at all.

Five minutes later, Magik's bright red handprint was pressed onto an employment contract.