"Cough, cough! Mr. Rosen, it seems you're very well suited for our Management Bureau. There are far too many Evolvers causing trouble the moment they gain a little power. We need capable fighters like you."
Benedict directly approved Flesh Mountain's employment assessment.
Of course, the Management Bureau was not some makeshift outfit. For now, Flesh Mountain could only be considered a probationary temporary worker.
If he wanted an official position, he clearly still had to work for it.
Flesh Mountain was not surprised by this. If his abilities could still be held back by an assessment, it could only mean the Scale Clan had truly gone rotten.
Taking this opportunity, Flesh Mountain wanted to ask about some inside information.
As an official organization, they had to know more than the rumors circulating outside, right?
"Benedict, I want to know about the current situation. Are there many Evolvers? How great is the threat posed by the Mutated?"
As an official organization—and one specifically tasked with dealing with Evolvers and the Mutated—such information was naturally no secret.
Benedict did not hesitate in the slightest and told Flesh Mountain directly, "Evolvers are currently our primary concern. Many people are too ambitious and always want to stir up trouble. Some even swindle people out of money and sleep with them... As for the Mutated, they are actually hardly dangerous.
"After all, the Mutated have no brains. They only pose some threat to unarmed ordinary people. Most of the time, local security officers deal with them. It is rare for them to reach us."
Benedict roughly explained the Management Bureau's responsibilities and structure. Flesh Mountain was a member whose assessment he was responsible for, and he had also been directly assigned to Benedict's combat team.
Once he passed the probationary period, he would receive an