The new manager could afford not to take Dragon Head City's branch headquarters seriously, because he had been parachuted in and had backing.
Although Wang Wu had backing now as well, Elder Hui was really only investing in him, letting him grow on his own.
For all he knew, Dragon Head City might become his future stronghold—his home. He would have to lie low and cultivate here for at least eight hundred years, until he reached the Earth Immortal Ninth Tier.
So he could not be the slightest bit perfunctory or neglectful. Building Dragon Head City well was even more important than his own cultivation.
So where should he begin?
Hmm?
"Since you are the acting manager of the Hidden Origin Society's Dragon Head City branch, Second-Rank Steward Yue Mu Lin formally resigns and is taking with him the five hundred Hidden Origin Society stewards under his command. The relevant handover procedures are lawful and compliant. Please approve."
"Second-Rank Steward Fan You Hao formally resigns and is taking with him the three hundred Hidden Origin Society stewards under his command. The relevant handover procedures are lawful and compliant. Please approve."
"Second-Rank Steward Liu Zheng Yi formally resigns and is taking with him the six hundred Hidden Origin Society stewards under his command. The relevant handover procedures are lawful and compliant. Please approve."
Fuck, they were dropping everything and giving him a show of force!
"So all three of them are Song Guangming's men. Tsk, tsk, tsk. They really are the Four Heroes of Dragon Head City, advancing and retreating as one!"
Wang Wu was deeply moved. Look at those names—Guangming, Zheng Yi, Mu Lin, You Hao. Brightness, justice, harmony, friendship. Positivity overflowing.
Too bad they didn't do a goddamn thing useful.
Approved! Passed!
Wang Wu could not be bothered