Super God: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle

Liu Chuang jumped three feet high, grinning like a fool.

Originally, he had only heard the news and was then egged on by some newly recruited underlings to give it a try.

He didn't hold out much hope himself.

After all, he knew what kind of person he was.

He dropped out of high school and learned that society was tough to navigate after starting work, but it was already too late. He'd plastered phone screens, carried bricks at construction sites, and finally, because the foreman didn't pay him, he led a group to demand their wages and beat the guy up. It was like a switch flipped, and he went down this irreversible path.

At first, he was cautious, but gradually he realized that one had to be ruthless to get by in this society; otherwise, they'd just be trampled underfoot. Moreover, he didn't know if he truly had a powerful backer. Every time he got into a fight and was accidentally caught, he was always the first one released.

But he genuinely couldn't recall any high-ranking officials or relatives.

After he became known, his fights became increasingly fierce.

During this process, the fact that he wasn't punished seemed to be true, and he had become increasingly certain of it these past few days.

But just as he felt he truly had a backer and that as long as he didn't kill anyone, breaking a leg or an arm would be fine, and he could act however he pleased, he actually joined a major corporation!

No more struggling for him!

Just kidding.

Who would still be out on the streets if they could get a decent, legitimate job?!

"Mhm?"

Zhao Xin grunted.

"Ah? Zhao, Xin, Master Xin, is something the matter?" Liu Chuang stammered, lowering his stance as he asked.

"Mhm, Chuangzi, if there are no issues, sign the contract now." Zhao Xin also deliberately put on an air of seniority.

"Ah? Okay, okay, hehe, thank you, Master Xin."

Liu Chuang smiled and signed.

"Oh, right, the contract you're signing is a bit special. Are you willing to accept paid overtime? Triple pay."

"Overtime? Paid? Triple?! No problem!"

"I can work overtime until I die!"

Liu Chuang said loudly.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and sign."

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, hehe."

"By the way, Chuangzi, remember to follow orders from now on. As for certain bad habits, hehe, we're old acquaintances, you know my temper, I won't make things difficult for you then, I'll just deduct your salary, how about that?"

Zhao Xin said with a sly grin.

Liu Chuang straightened his back.

"Deduct salary?!"

"Don't worry, I'll disband it right away."

"Good, your word is enough."

"..."

"This is Liu Chuang's activity log and specific information for the past two days. We discovered..."

Chapter Ten: Subduing Liu Chuang

"...with both Zhao Xin and Liu Chuang already involved, the probability is low. I suspect..."

"Did Han Fei guess something?"

The speaker was a tall, hot, and exquisitely featured blonde woman with a cold expression.

"Given the uncontrollability they are currently displaying, I believe Liu Chuang should be guided."

Her words, spoken with white-gloved hands, were somewhat grave.

Dukao looked at the image of Liu Chuang on the screen, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He watched Liu Chuang excitedly join the security department, while Han Fei had not appeared at all.

"Lian Feng, do you really think Han Fei inherited alien heritage?"

Dukao suddenly said.

There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

Lian Feng pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head, "I'm not sure, but whether he did or not, we can't act rashly."

"Hoo~ You're right. Increase surveillance. As for Liu Chuang, guide him appropriately and see if Han Fei makes contact with him before making a decision."

Lian Feng glanced at the screen, instinctively wanting to say something.

Perhaps that Liu Chuang's value as a Nuo Star God of War shouldn't be used for testing, but then she thought this was just an unactivated gene, and they were monitoring it...

"Yes."

Lian Feng withdrew.

Dukao stared at the screen for a long time without speaking.

Meanwhile.

Han Fei was also observing.

He wanted to see if they would make a move regarding Liu Chuang. No, they definitely would. But what kind of move would it be? And how big would it be?

He was trying to gauge their attitude.

Several days passed.

During this time, apart from chatting with Qi Lin occasionally and handling some affairs, Han Fei had no contact with Liu Chuang.

As for Deno, they seemed to have only intensified their surveillance.

Han Fei decided to escalate his probing.

So, one day.

"Cough cough."

"Hello, Boss!"

"Cough cough cough." The coughs became more urgent.

"Boss?"

Han Fei looked speechlessly at the tall, sturdy man in a black security uniform, who now had a fawning expression on his face.

"Liu Chuang, sit down."

Han Fei said kindly.

Liu Chuang was flattered.

Although they had had unpleasantness before, the other man was now in a high position, and he was still eating under his authority. Such a friendly attitude naturally made him apprehensive.

"Chuangzi, do you have a dream?"

Han Fei stopped Liu Chuang's movement, poured two cups of black tea, and handed one to Liu Chuang.

Liu Chuang straightened his back. He was stunned for a moment by Han Fei's question, then a flicker of understanding flashed in his eyes. He said loudly, as if making a vow.

"My dream is to become a security guard for the Black Star Group. I've already achieved it. Next, I will dedicate my..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

"I'm asking about your real dream. Do you know how I climbed step by step? It's because I have a dream!"

Not really!

"I'm asking about your dream now because I want to know your thoughts. Don't worry, I'm just asking. So many days have passed, and you should be clear about our group's rules and regulations. I won't use this against you."

Han Fei said earnestly.

Liu Chuang seemed a bit dazed, perhaps puzzled by Han Fei's frankness, or perhaps deep in thought.

After a long pause.

"Actually, I don't really have any dreams. When I was a kid, my dream was to be like everyone else and become a scientist or a soldier. When I got older, I just wanted to be admired and respected by others. But in this society, you need money for that. I wasn't good at studying, and I had too much temper, so I dropped out of school. I thought I could make a name for myself, but..."

Liu Chuang's face was filled with bitterness.

"My current situation is the complete opposite of what I thought back then. No one respects me; they only fear and dislike me..."

"After all these years, I don't really have any dreams anymore. If I had to say one, it would be to live a good life. Yes, to live a life with money. If possible, living a life where I'm respected would be even better."

"Good! Very well said!"

Han Fei applauded, looking at him with affirmation.

"I can help you!"

"Liu Chuang, I've got my eye on you. You're talented, don't let yourself be buried!"

"Money? I have plenty. I can let you return home in glory!"

"Respect? Become a supervisor, a minister, even a director. Once you have money, you can invest in some charities, and people will naturally respect you!"

"So, Liu Chuang, are you with me?"

Han Fei's words pierced Liu Chuang's heart like a venomous snake.

However.

These words sounded too illusory.

He didn't have much education, and his past identity wasn't glorious. Why should he pay such a great price? Could it be...

His past experience in the underworld told him there were no free lunches. Did he have value?

The other party was painting such a grand picture, perhaps just wanting him to be a scapegoat.

Money, respect, living a life with dignity.

How wonderful.

This was an opportunity.

"Boss, may I ask why?"

In the end, Liu Chuang decided to be direct; being timid wasn't his style!

He wouldn't dare do anything like murder or frame someone.

Nor did he want to.

Han Fei leaned back in his chair.

He turned.

And looked at the sky outside the window.

"You can think of it as an alliance, or an investment."

"An investment?"

"Knowing too much now isn't good for you, but it's not what you might be thinking, like murder, framing, and then abandoning you." Han Fei glanced at him.

Liu Chuang gave an awkward laugh.

"Well, it's hard not to overthink things."

Han Fei didn't seem to care and waved his hand.

"In short, it's an investment in your future. Are you willing?"

Liu Chuang gritted his teeth.

He thought about his own bleak past twenty-something years.