Don't Want to Work? Go Hunting!

Sing Sing didn't rush to offer any workplace advice; he simply placed the black marker in the whiteboard tray.

"Old Jin, I understand your request. Nobody's going to bother you with this..."

Sing Sing pulled over a small stool and sat down, crossing his hands and resting them on his chin.

"Is it targeting the hardcore wilderness survival genre like Bear Grylls', where you start with a knife, or the kind of Syria -style Severed Finger Bar that you used to frequent, where energetic young men would come and cause trouble every day?"

Wolverine glanced at him sideways.

"There are trees, and there is prey."

"No damn iron bed, no crazy white coats."

"And nobody comes along with a bunch of damn documents, asking me every day how many people I've killed with those claws."

Director Wang glared at Sing Sing, and the two exchanged a glance.

Director Wang's eye twitched: This is utter nonsense! How can we let these high-risk foreign nationals, who haven't undergone political vetting and are obsessed with violence, go out and run wild?

He's a dangerous individual who carries a controlled knife!

If it goes berserk in the woods and something happens, who will take the blame?

Sing Sing pouted and winked, hinting back:

Director, broaden your perspective! Stop judging people with prejudice.

He's not a ticking time bomb; he's just been treated like a beast of burden and subjected to psychological manipulation by those unscrupulous Blackheart bosses for too long, and now he's suffering from severe social bullying and other side effects.

Ultimately, Old Jin's current mental state is that of an empty-nest old man who longs for early retirement due to illness and just wants to go fishing and walk his birds!

Director Wang's eyes widened. Perhaps the high frequency of micro-expression output was too much information, and his CPU was a bit overloaded. Surprisingly, he didn't utter a word in rebuttal.

After exchanging glances, Sing Sing looked directly at Wolverine: "Just a formality, do you hunt regularly?"

"Nonsense!"

"Then the problem becomes simple!"

Sing Sing slapped his thigh and stood up, "Since you don't want to work, we won't assign you any work."

"We'll arrange for you to go on a legal hunting trip first!"

"..."

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Wolverine let out a snort of laughter.

Are you fucking making fun of me?

"Does your official agency allow an unidentified monster, wielding six claws, to swagger into the deep forests and wreak havoc on wild animals?"

"Hey! Who told you that you have to hunt in secret around here?"

Sing Sing, hands on his hips, launched into sarcasm. "Old Jin, I have to say, not only is your Beautiful Country's infrastructure terrible, but your nationwide legal education is also completely lacking!"

"Cough cough!"

Director Wang cleared his throat. "Speak properly, kid. Stick to the facts and stop bringing up international relations!"

Sing Sing Chow ignored him, picked up his briefcase, fumbled for the documents, and opened them.

"Smack!"

The documents were placed on the table.

"Northeast China Peach Mountain Natural Wildlife Breeding and Hunting Ground! Officially Open to the Public! A 5A-Level Pure Natural Oxygen Bar!"

"Red deer, wild boar, roe deer—any prey on the designated list is yours to legally hunt! We guarantee you'll have wild boar freedom!"

Wolverine's furrowed brows relaxed upon hearing the string of words, his face filled with bewilderment.

Sing Sing pressed his advantage. "There are mountains, forests, game, and all the legal permits!"

"Most importantly, that place also has natural hot springs! The birthplace of authentic bathing culture!"

At this point, Sing Sing looked him up and down with a sly look on his face. "With your Adamantium frame, you must have developed rheumatism and bone spurs from years of exposure to wind and rain, right?"

"Go soak in the hot water in the pool, add a back scrub to improve blood circulation and get rid of bruises. Isn't that a hundred times better than drinking fake whiskey in that lousy bar?"

These words stunned the North America lone wolf, who was used to bloodshed and brutality, to the point of complete paralysis.

Wolverine remained silent for a long while, then said, "You... you really don't plan to lock me up?"

"Why would I waste taxpayers' money locking you up? Do you think jail food is free?"

Sing Sing rolled his eyes and curled his lip, "You old geezer, you can't lay eggs!"

"Puff--!"

The Wandering Girl sipping her milk tea, suddenly spat out a mouthful of fully sweet taro boba.

Director Wang's forehead veins were bulging.

The "Deadly Scissor Legs" is already on the verge of charging up.

That kid doesn't utter a single human word!

Suppressing the urge to kick someone, Director Wang took the hunting ground information and looked it over for a moment.

"OK."

"Let's pilot it under the name of a special eco-health observation point for foreign nationals!"

Director Wang made the decision, "But there's one condition: Sing Sing, you must personally escort him there!"

"The local police station, forestry bureau, and hunting ground management office must all file all the necessary documents for me clearly and completely! There can be no mistakes! Otherwise, you'll be held responsible!"

"Mission accomplished!"

Sing Sing stood with his heels together and raised his hand in salute.

"I'm going to investigate the firmness of wild boar meat from Northeast China to see if I can start a side business!"

Wolverine stared at Sing Sing, trying to find a trap behind that smiling face.

Sing Sing did not avoid eye contact and responded directly.

"Old Jin, you don't have to sign a labor contract."

"You have to remember, in our territory, even if you want to live like a Beast, you have to read the wildlife protection list first."

"Once you touch something you shouldn't, like eating Jail-Till-You-Die Beast, even if you're Wolverine, you'll still end up working on a sewing machine and singing 'Tears Behind Bars'! Understand? Applause!"

Wolverine snorted through his nose.

This wolf doesn't need to be tamed; it just needs a quiet place where it doesn't have to explain why it has iron claws.

Sing Sing knew perfectly well what was going on.

I used to always try to force superpowered Mutants into infrastructure positions.

Looking back now, I realize I had a narrow perspective.

To deal with these unfortunate souls suffering from stress disorder, the first thing to do is give them a bed and teach them how to get a full night's sleep.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, you don't need to be wary of sneak attacks from the shadows, nor do you need to worry about your boss's relentless calls.

The matter is settled.

Sing Sing began to arrange manpower.

"Blue Elf, you're in charge of teleporting us directly to the nearest county in the Northeast China!"

Director Wang grabbed the document and slapped it on his chest.

"This business trip will be funded at the basic standard. If you dare to falsify receipts for body scrubbing, back massages, foot massages, and hot springs at a bathhouse in Northeast China..."

"Watch out, or I'll fly up and kick your head off!"

Sing Sing curled his lip, clutched his chest, and took two steps back. "How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air! I, Stephen Chow, am incorruptible and uphold the principle of separating public and private matters! Am I the kind of person who would try to exploit public resources?"

"I'm going there to do serious business!"

The Wandering Girl rolled her eyes and reached out to grab the two men's arms.

"Stop making a scene, hold on tight!"

"Hey buddy, charter a bus! Express service to remote mountain areas, departing now!"

Wolverine stared at the beam of light that had appeared out of thin air beneath his feet, and his instinct to resist teleportation made his expression change.

"Etc!"

"What the hell is this called 'express'? Ugh..."

"Whoosh!"

The three figures disappeared from the spot.