Are You Looking Down on My Logistics Department?

"If I remember correctly, this woman isn't from the Heaven Group, is she?"

Su Changqing's expression darkened slightly as he looked at Zhang Ziliang. A faint sneer curled at his lips. "What right does she have to appear at a high-level Heaven Group meeting?"

Zhang Ziliang looked perfectly calm. "Oh, I forgot. She's with our Logistics Department now."

"You!"

Su Changqing gritted his teeth as he stared at Zhang Ziliang, slammed his hand on the table, and rose to his feet, his gaze locked firmly on him.

"Enough!"

At last, Li Xinghe, the Heaven Group's leader seated at the head of the table, seemed to have finally woken up. He slowly opened his eyes and spoke indifferently.

As his voice fell, Zhang Ziliang and Su Changqing fell silent at the same time with remarkable tacit understanding, neither saying another word.

As for Su Wenqian, who was lying on the floor, no one paid him any attention.

"Begin."

Li Xinghe half-lifted his eyelids, swept his gaze around the room, and said blandly.

Wen Hua's chubby face was full of smiles, and he radiated amiability. "Our Intelligence Group gathers all sorts of intelligence every day, and we go to the most dangerous places. Everyone is risking their lives."

As he spoke, a dangerous gleam flashed through his small eyes. "So, it isn't excessive for our Intelligence Group to take one squad slot, is it?"

"Hmph, your Intelligence Group is nothing but a bunch of crafty old foxes, and you call that risking your lives?" A trace of mockery flashed across Su Changqing's face as he snorted coldly. "When something really happens, they run faster than anyone!"

Zhang Ziliang had been at odds with Su Changqing just moments ago, yet now he joined him on the same side with equal tacit understanding. "Exactly. And because of mistakes by your Intelligence Group, you've let out quite a few ghostly things, haven't you?"

Wen Hua's expression darkened. His small eyes swept rapidly over Zhang Ziliang and Su Changqing before he finally sneered. "Whatever our Intelligence Group is like, it's not for your Logistics Department to comment on."

"After all, everyone knows your Logistics Department is full of useless drunks."

Zhang Ziliang's expression did not change in the slightest. Listening to Wen Hua, he suddenly stood and looked at him. "The Logistics Department lost 138 people and 10 Superhumans while handling Supernatural Incidents!"

"We resolved five D-Class Supernatural Incidents, two C-Class incidents, and one B-Class incident!"

"My Logistics Department earned its record in blood. Now the department is nearly empty, and most of our people have not even passed their Head Seven yet!"

"Their heroic spirits are watching from the heavens!"

"How dare you profane them!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang's eyes reddened slightly. His entire body seemed to burn with fervor, and his emotions gradually grew more agitated!

Wang Ye looked at Zhang Ziliang, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. It was the first time he had realized that this old fox could act quite convincingly.

Wasn't the Logistics Department empty because most of its people had resigned?

And those 138 people had been personally sent to the front lines by you. Most of them were informants planted by other departments, too.

Wang Ye's expression instantly turned strange. He gave Zhang Ziliang a deep look, feeling worse than if he had swallowed a fly.

After a long while—

"You shameless old bastard!"

"You sleazy fatso!"

The two grew more and more agitated, slapping the table as though they were about to jump onto it.

Meanwhile, Su Changqing, who looked like he had a fiery temper, now sat as still as an Old Monk, his eyes closed and wearing an expression that said it had nothing to do with him.

Not even his son's agonized cries after waking up on the floor stirred the slightest ripple in his emotions.

"Sure enough... these people are all old foxes."

After silently observing them for a long time, Wang Ye could not help clicking his tongue.

Anyone fooled by these ministers' appearances would probably help count the money even after being sold off.

Li Xinghe, the Heaven Group leader sitting at the head of the table with an unruffled air, seemed to have fallen asleep again and turned a blind eye to it all.

As for Zhang Xiao, dressed in a white coat, she was clearly uninterested in such matters. Her gaze was somewhat vacant, and no one knew where her thoughts had wandered.

"I've disliked you for a long time, damn it! If you don't like it, let's fight!"

As Wen Hua spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and tried hard to open his eyes, which had been squeezed together by his fat. He glared fiercely at Zhang Ziliang.

"Bring it on, fat bastard! Open your eyes wider, or my fists won't know where to land later!" Zhang Ziliang looked equally worked up. He directly took off his coat, his eyes red as he climbed onto the enormous conference table.

He looked as though he was about to crawl over and punch Wen Hua.

"Ahem."

Finally, Li Xinghe seemed to wake up again. He opened his eyes lazily and gave a light cough. "Stop it. If you want to fight, go outside. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?"

At Li Xinghe's words, Zhang Ziliang and Wen Hua glared at each other before resentfully returning to their seats.

The room seemed to become quiet in an instant.

Li Xinghe, as though he were truly old, let his loose eye bags droop and closed his eyes again as if sleepy.

The situation immediately fell into a stalemate.

Wang Ye sat in the corner, a thoughtful glint flashing through his eyes.

It was obvious that everyone was scheming against one another. What method would Zhang Ziliang use to break the deadlock?

The Action Department was clearly on the front lines. At the very least, they should get one squad slot, while Su Changqing obviously wanted two.

And the Logistics Department ranked below the Intelligence Department in priority.

At that moment, Su Changqing, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. "Zhang Ziliang, you should give an explanation for your subordinate Wang Ye beating my son."

Meanwhile, Su Wenqian, who had already regained consciousness, limped behind Su Changqing and glared at Wang Ye with venomous hatred.

As for Xiao Si, he did not dare look. That man was simply too strong.

"Oh? What explanation do you want?" Zhang Ziliang raised an eyebrow and looked calmly at Su Changqing.

At Su Changqing's signal, the man called King Kong rose to his feet, a savage look in his eyes. His two-meter-tall frame and terrifying muscles sent chills down everyone's spine.

An immense pressure instantly filled the conference room.

His gaze fixed on Wang Ye, who looked as though he were spacing out nearby.

"Our Action Group has never let someone hit us without getting even."

As he spoke, Su Changqing's lips curled into a cold smile. "If Wang Ye can last ten minutes against King Kong, we'll let this matter go."

"That's it?" Zhang Ziliang gave King Kong a casual glance and said blandly, "Aren't you overestimating this big idiot?"

At Zhang Ziliang's words, King Kong's eyes instantly filled with killing intent. His bell-like eyes glared at Zhang Ziliang, radiating a terrifying aura.

"How presumptuous! Do not disrespect Minister Zhang." Su Changqing chuckled lightly. "Since Minister Zhang thinks so highly of his subordinate, why not let them try?"

"No problem."

"But... are you looking down on our Logistics Department?"

Zhang Ziliang smiled faintly, his gaze toward Su Changqing filled with icy menace.