"Something about the atmosphere in the company seems a little different lately."
De Luote took advantage of a break in his work to casually exchange a few words with Mr. A.
He was highly valued. On one hand, he was genuinely capable; on the other, Mr. A simply had too few people with real ability under him.
It was difficult for ordinary Naturals or New Humans to establish authority in this department. Evolutionaries looked down on Naturals and naturally did not think much of New Humans either. They only respected those of their own kind who were stronger than themselves.
If they switched to someone less capable, that person might not be able to manage them properly.
The most obvious example was the Superstar Seven Squad. Although Mr. Responsibility had already been beaten up, Mr. A was still the only one who could control him directly.
If someone else took over—even another Evolutionary—he might not necessarily obey.
Mr. A was troubled as well. He wanted to find more helpers, but such people were not easy to find.
That was why he often worked together with De Luote, making it convenient for them to communicate and discuss matters.
Hearing this, Mr. A paused briefly in his work. "The Alien Invader is coming, but we clearly don't have any particularly good way to deal with it. Everyone is anxious."
"After all, this is a major event that concerns the survival of human society, and it also concerns our future."
De Luote licked his lips. "Aren't we enough?"
"I read the previous battle reports. Our people dealt with those Alien Monsters very easily. I don't think we're likely to lose, are we?"
"Even if we lose, it won't be that embarrassing. What do you think?"
Mr. A clearly held a different view. "The