The scene flickered, and Fu Qian was already sitting in the Warehouse.
[Identity verification complete. Today's work begins.]
During the routine daily greeting, Fu Qian moved with remarkable speed, quickly taking off a ring and placing it on the table.
Since he had planned to spend time around the academy, he had barely brought anything besides a few rings.
The one he had just taken off was the last one he had acquired: [Adoration].
After doing this, he didn't hesitate for even a second before putting his mask back on.
[Warning: information leak—]
By then, the warning about the leak hadn't even finished.
As expected, the scene before him continued to flow rapidly, unaffected by any restrictions.
As a top-tier mission taker, Fu Qian could tell that the Warehouse clearly wasn't going to quibble over him using his reassigned permissions outside the standard procedure.
The moment he sat back down in the meeting room, he felt the marking descend on him.
Old Man Xiumeng had indeed pulled the same trick again.
Naturally, a chorus of gasps rose from the room at the same time.
Not everyone was as sharp as Fu Qian, but as Xiumeng moved, the faint glimmers that lit up across the room were still frightening enough. No matter how you looked at it, he seemed ready to slaughter the entire group.
He had even gone out of his way to check the list...
Recalling Xiumeng's preliminary moves, someone finally couldn't sit still.
"Lord Xiumeng, may I ask what this is about?"
The one who spoke was none other than Professor Yang, a demigod from the Spirit Ash Institute.
"Don't worry. It's just a simple check."
Xiumeng glanced at him and gave a thoroughly perfunctory answer.
A check?
What kind of check was important enough for a