The secretary left, and Duncan didn't keep slumping in his chair. He got up, pulled his predecessor's car keys and bank card out of the drawer, and prepared to go out for a good meal.
It was only eleven at night. By the habits of his previous life, he'd still be fast asleep at this hour.
But before transmigrating, he'd just endured more than ten days of wilderness survival challenges, eating bugs and drinking dew every day. Now that he was back in a relatively harmonious society, how could he not treat himself to a hearty meal?
He'd earned his chance to transmigrate by killing so many bastards. There was no way he'd make himself suffer!
The secretary had just walked out of the office looking miserable when the office door opened again.
"Hey! You. Come with me."
Duncan called after the long-legged, buxom secretary and tossed her the car keys. He wanted her to drive him.
The blonde beauty caught the keys. Her anxious heart finally settled, and she trotted after him, casting a haughty, victorious glance at the ordinary employees at their desks.
The male employees kept their eyes down, while the women silently spat curses like "bitch" and "slut."
In truth, they were quite envious. All she had to do was lie back in bed, and she could collect her paycheck without lifting a finger while enjoying the good life.
Besides, Duncan was quite handsome—a textbook Germanic white man who'd inherited the beauty of Rex Arems's... wife.
Unfortunately, some things were beyond other people's reach. They weren't as shameless as Susan, and they weren't as open-minded.
The blonde beauty ignored the jealous looks and followed Duncan into the elevator.
"Boss, where are we going?"
Though Susan had been quite pleased when she took the keys, she was still nervous facing her new boss in the enclosed space. She was afraid she'd say the wrong thing and get fired.
She hadn't made it to her current position on the strength of her long legs and pretty face alone. Once, she'd been an innocent newcomer to the workplace, until she became addicted to showing off in front of others...
Duncan ignored her and stood in the elevator with his eyes closed, resting.
Susan got no answer and didn't dare ask again. She stood quietly in the corner.
The elevator reached the underground parking garage. Duncan stepped out first and told Susan to get the car.
His predecessor's car was a sleek black sports car that looked extremely expensive—the kind that drew a crowd whenever it appeared on the street.
The secretary's legs nearly gave out when she saw it. Once she got behind the wheel, she was so excited she wanted to throw herself straight into Duncan's arms.
After Duncan took the passenger seat, Susan asked in a coquettish voice, "Boss, where are we going?"
This time, Duncan answered. "To get something to eat."
Food?!
The light in Susan's eyes shone brighter. They'd gone to all this trouble to come out just to eat. Where would they go next?
Western food, Turkish cuisine, or French?
"Drive. Take me to the nearest KFC."
Her anticipation instantly turned to bewilderment. Susan froze, forgetting to start the car.
Seeing how poorly she'd reacted, Duncan frowned in displeasure. "What are you standing there for? If you don't want to drive, I'll find someone else!"
Though reluctant, Susan started the car and drove to the nearby KFC.
The closest KFC wasn't far from Umbrella Corporation's headquarters. There was even one inside the building, but Duncan wanted to walk around outside, so he hadn't eaten in Umbrella's cafeteria.
After finishing a KFC family bucket and a large cup of cola, Duncan sprawled in his chair without a care for appearances, drawing the attention of quite a few other diners.
The sports car parked outside was conspicuous. Seeing a well-dressed man and woman in expensive suits eating at a place frequented by ordinary people was enough to turn their expectations upside down.
Susan nibbled at her fries. She'd only been to a place like this as a child, and now the stares from the people around her were painfully obvious. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
When Duncan finally finished eating, she shot him a pleading look.
Duncan was still sprawled in his chair. He saw that Susan hadn't even finished a small serving of fries and said, "Hurry up and eat. If you don't, you won't get another chance. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Susan jumped at his words. She couldn't figure out what he meant, but she still nibbled away until she'd finished the fries.
After they left KFC, Susan got into the car, but Duncan didn't.
"Go rent a warehouse for me in the suburbs. Don't worry about the money; put it on my account. Do a good job, and I might give you a little reward. I don't need a pretty ornament right now, understand? There'll be no shortage of playthings in the new world!"
The poor secretary trembled at Duncan's strange words and sinister tone. She nodded hurriedly.
Duncan smiled and waved, indicating that Susan could get to work.
Duncan watched the sports car drive away. Left standing outside KFC, he lingered for a while, then wandered aimlessly down the street.
He wore a faint smile and looked rather cheerful.
But inside, he was cursing Alexander Isaacs. While eating the fried chicken, he'd noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of the cameras in the restaurant had turned strangely.
His heart had nearly sunk. No matter how high-minded Isaac sounded to his face, he was still watching Duncan behind his back.
For the time being, there was no way to shake his lunatic persona. If he let the mask slip even a little, Umbrella Corporation's Special Operations Force would come knocking and make him a clone.
Duncan unbuttoned his suit, exposing his white shirt. He wasn't trying to look like some punk; he was just getting hot from walking, and the suit wasn't very breathable.
Duncan walked down the peaceful street, his demeanor, expression, and movements making him look like someone who'd just graduated from Arkham.
He didn't want to act this way, but cameras along the street were watching him without restraint. Until he had the means to fight Umbrella Corporation, he had no choice but to keep up the act while moving around in this world.
Before long, Duncan reached a gun shop called Kendo and thought he'd go in for a look.
Gun control was extremely strict in Zhonghua Jia. The only time he'd ever handled a gun in his previous life was when he'd seized one from a drug dealer. He liked guns. These things, capable of bringing people both a sense of security and a sense of danger, could easily become addictive to anyone who'd never used one before.
Inside Kendo Gun Shop, he saw all kinds of rifles and pistols filling the shelves. A middle-aged white man with a somewhat broad build leaned against the counter, watching the news on a television mounted to a support pillar.
Hearing the doorbell ring, the middle-aged man glanced instinctively toward the entrance. "Welcome to Kendo Gun... Shop. What kind of weapon are you looking to buy?"
When he saw Duncan, his words caught in his throat. His hand instinctively dropped toward his waist.
A person's appearance had a considerable influence on their demeanor. Duncan's unusual experiences before transmigrating had left him a little unhinged, and combined with his good looks in this new life, he looked like a high-level criminal.
Meeting those slightly bloodshot eyes made the owner of Kendo Gun Shop uneasy.
Still, the owner was in the arms business and had seen all kinds of shady characters. Another criminal-looking customer coming in to buy a weapon was no big deal. As long as the paperwork was in order, he'd sell.
"Give me a big gun. In every sense of the word!"
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