What!? The LGD Can Hire Outsiders!?

Of course, considering that he is leading a rather moral and principled group, Oute also intends to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at others in the future. At present, the most serious aftereffects on the prisoners are only amnesia, high blood pressure and mental abnormalities.

For the Terra, who are currently living in a cesspool, this level of scandal is hardly a big deal.

You were just being sarcastic and critical of Kal'tsit about child labor and child soldiers, and now you're accused of violating research ethics?

Scumbag.

At this moment, what Oute was actually revealing was his profound indifference towards the Terra.

He could show affection to individual Terra (mainly kemonomimi girls), but when faced with a large Terra population, he completely disregarded them...

The only thing preventing him from conducting further experiments was the expectation of greater profits.

"But Originium weapons... never mind, you must have planned that too, right?" Warfarin said helplessly.

Kal'tsit nodded, Oute continued, "I've prepared the military manual; it's already on my desk at Rhodes Island. Just come to my office to pick it up."

Meanwhile, in his office on Rhodes Island, Oute was rapidly composing an email specifically for Warfarin on his terminal. The Bloodfiend would naturally see this email when he obtained the manual.

Kal'tsit waved her hand.

The huge "prohibited" icon on the display screen had disappeared, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

"I'm not surprised by this anymore," Warfarin shook her head.

The Bloodfiend, however, never managed to take a single step outside.

Kal'tsit let out a long sigh and said, "Was this also part of your plan, Doc Otter?"

Oute didn't answer directly. He said, "You always have unrealistic expectations of long-term plans, expecting someone to be infallible, expecting someone to handle everything."

"No, anyone would be fine. It's just that this time it happened to be her."

Emails will be discussed separately.

"The Chernobog people and the Reunion Movement have a blood feud, but it's better to let them settle it themselves," Oute said abruptly.

This sentence is not closely related to the preceding text.

But Kal'tsit still managed to grasp the main point, saying, "Is this the reason you used to persuade them?"

These are the Ursus refugees Warfarin is about to train. Of course, Oute's main reason for sending Warfarin to do this is to free Warfarin from Kal'tsit's retaliatory appointment, so he can keep her for his own use...

"The vast majority of Chernobog residents still live within that abandoned city."

Revenge, a slogan as inflammatory as the Black Snake's Reunion Movement.

With just a little bit of hot-blooded enthusiasm, they would, in a fit of pique, reply with a simple "yes" to Oute's invitation to visit their hearts.

But to be honest, Oute still wanted things to be a little easier.

If he could advance the game to the point where he wouldn't need to make any micromanagement, that would be ideal.

Kal'tsit cautioned, "If you're unwilling to risk your operators and instead try to overwhelm Koschei's using Draco's body, with sheer numbers, then there will be absolutely no population left to sustain Chernobog."

Long and complex sentences, right?

Oute was somewhat confused. "When did I say that we should overwhelm the leader unit with sheer numbers?"

Although it's not the same Terra, in this situation, the best course of action is still decapitation.

Even Terra Tyranids next door have been corrupted by the galaxy's tactics, developing specialized decapitation units...

"That's good."

Kal'tsit gazed into the distance; the colossal structure with a permanent population of four million had already pierced the horizon.

Oute is right there now.

A unique kind of anticipation gradually rose within me.

"Don't even think about looking at each other from a thousand miles away," Oute said. "I'm still working in the office."

Although the cat didn't say a word, her suppressed sense of loss still reached Oute's heart.

"... Okay, okay."

Oute stretched and yawned.

He had originally intended to glance out the window to fool Kal'tsit.

After some hesitation, he still took some time to walk down from the upper floors of the office building.

After glancing at the setting sun a few times, Oute determined the direction from which Rhodes Island had come.

The two, as if by unspoken agreement, looked at each other.

Kal'tsit's ears twitched, and a barely suppressed smile crept onto her lips.

"That's right, we've come a long way," Oute remarked.

"My Lord...for the sake of your health, you should increase your exercise," the nun said, linking her arm with Oute's left arm.

Oute glanced helplessly at the nun. "I wasn't saying it was really far."

Chapter Ninety-Seven: What!? The Lungmen Guard Department can hire outside staff!?

"Brother Jie? Why are you still here at this hour? Are you closing up shop so early today?"

A regular customer asked from the roadside.

Most of Jie's skills were taught by Uncle Dong, and in terms of Scale Balls, some people would even say that he has surpassed his master. Even though strange rumors have always circulated about him because of his fierce appearance, his Scale Ball stall is always full of regular customers.

I found a job.

Not long ago, Uncle Dong kept saying something like, "Whether I can be honest and upright depends on this one time," and with an unusually tough attitude, he "forced" Jie to apply for a job at the Rhodes Island Lungmen Office.

To my great surprise, they were actually hiring a chef.

The young man Liberi in the office didn't even ask for Jie's resume; he just asked his name and then hired him... This made Jie wonder if Uncle Dong had enough influence.

To be fair, since Rhodes Island's main ship is almost here, the medical clinic isn't short of cooks. If we're talking about prestige, the Rat King certainly has it. But when it came to recruiting, Oute still had his eye on... knife skills.

Pompeii was also an infected organism. JPG

"No way? Brother Jie? Does that mean we won't be able to eat your fish balls anymore?"

"It's not that bad, since she's in charge of cooking in the cafeteria."

"Oh! Not bad!" the man said politely, then took his leave, saying, "Take care!"

It was just polite talk, because he didn't even ask which canteen it was. But he was a regular customer after all. If there were no more jujubes, there were plenty of other vendors in the slums; he could just go to another stall!

Jie responded in agreement, and within a few steps, he parted ways with this regular customer. One person headed deeper into the slums, while Jie indifferently looked up at the neon lights of the city.

"Clean and honest, upright and honorable... Where did I go wrong before?" he muttered to himself as he headed toward the street with even more foot traffic...

Lungmen is a border city with an official population of four million. Its internationalization is one of its most important labels, but now that the gates are open, it cannot only attract brilliance.

Seriously speaking, although there is a lack of concrete evidence, this is probably the district with the worst public security in the entire Yan Dynasty...

Amidst the clamor of voices, a few strange noises in the dark alley caught Jie's attention.

And the drone also turned its attention there.

"... Don't bully the weak... Witness the Double-Bladed Eight-Slash Technique!"

The neon lights in the city illuminate the outlines of the clouds in the night sky, but no matter how much they illuminate them, they cannot escape the colors given to them by the night.

In the alley, Fu Ruihu's mother, dressed in unusually flamboyant clothes, knocked several thugs to the ground with a few punches and kicks.

In a way, she was wearing a cheongsam with a slit that went all the way up to her chest. Through the fluttering curtain, two powerful legs were covered by trousers that were almost like stockings, pretending to be very proper.

Because the colors of her clothing blended seamlessly with her tiger-like fur, her unrestrained nature wasn't immediately apparent.

The person rescued from the predicament by the Tiger Girl ran away without looking back.

The light was dim, and I could only make out a blurry picture; it looked like a woman.

Woman, thug, alleyway...

Jie shook his head and waved, calling out, "Waai Fu."

Tiger Girl relaxed her stance and said, "Brother Jie, it's you."

She was just about to make her move.

Waai Fu... or rather, the entire Lee's Detective Agency, are loyal customers of Dong Bo and Jie.

Waai Fu knelt down on one knee, checked the thugs' breathing, and casually asked, "What, haven't you set up your stall yet?"

Jie scratched his head and said, "I quit. Uncle Dong found me a job—the free clinic I do in the slums these days."

Give it to me, instead of helping me.

It seems he's not very interested in this kind of thing right now.

"Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals?" Waai Fu turned around abruptly.

This startled him, and he asked, "What's wrong? Why such a strong reaction?"

"... These past two days, the agency has been bombarded with their intelligence; I'm a bit overwhelmed."

"Is there anyone you can tell me?" Jie hesitated for a moment before asking.

"That's possible, since most intelligence is gathered from public channels. But, Brother Jie, what are you going there for?"

After confirming that the thugs were still alive, Waai Fu, as if playing with dolls, made them sit down against the wall.

Even if the intelligence itself is collected from public channels, wild intelligence scattered among various public sources and intelligence that has been specially organized by professionals are two different concepts.

To put it simply, the former is the problem statement, while the latter is almost entirely the solution process.

"Head of the cafeteria"

"The Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices is also the head chef of the canteen." Waai Fu left the alley and came into the light.

She explained, "Although it hasn't been officially announced yet, this company is about to take over the defense of the slums."

"What?"

"They're practically... like Lungmen Guard Department hired by Lungmen specifically for the slums."