"The situation isn't looking good."
Wu Cheng sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone and rubbing his chin as he sighed. "The Inspection Bureau, Border Court, and Financial Weaving Bureau have joined forces, while the Office of the Director has already begun forming the framework of a grand alliance... We don't have much time left."
He scratched his head, trying to make sense of the tangled clues and chaotic situation.
But aside from the Office of the Director, Financial Weaving Bureau, and Phantom Agency collectively opposing Solomon, he could make nothing else out.
As a technical administrator, he genuinely couldn't see through any of it and could only sit there scratching his head.
If someone asked him to study Abyss development—how to use resources so scarce they were practically a drop in the bucket to establish a complete Present Realm production line and supply chain from nothing in the Abyss—he could start with the distinctions between hells and different depths and talk for twenty-four hours without even covering a third of the precautions involved.
But asking him to straighten out this troublesome mess was simply asking too much.
"Relax. Until Solomon exits the stage, all of it is our time."
Huai Shi, who had been dozing on the sofa, opened his eyes. "Look, Old Lu isn't worried, so why are you? It's not like you have a thesis to write."
"But I have year-end performance reviews and evaluations!"
Wu Cheng flew into a rage. "Whether I get promoted depends on this! How can I not be worried?"
"Hey, don't worry. Have faith in the boss." Francis comforted him, flashing an outrageously fawning smile. "Right, boss?"
Beside him, Giselle glanced at her friend, who had been corrupted by money into becoming a slave, and could not help showing a look