Fishing

On the seventeenth floor, in the conference room.

Director Wang's hands were still trembling when he pushed open the door. His face was ashen.

The executives in the conference room rose as one. When they saw the two people behind Director Wang, their expressions turned grim.

Why only two?

Because Songstress had gone to investigate the smell of burning.

"Lady Love."

The man at the head of the table had seen enough of the world to force himself to sit up straight.

"I'm the company's general manager. My surname is Qian."

"May I ask why you've made such a spectacle of coming here today, Lady Love?"

"Why?"

Love looked at him as though he had told a joke.

"Mr. Qian, after all this, you're still going to pretend?"

"Pretend?" Mr. Qian spread his hands, looking innocent. "I don't understand what you mean, Lady Love... Our company operates legally and pays its taxes. We've answered every question the Public Security Officers asked."

"But you, Lady Love—"

His tone shifted, and his voice rose sharply.

"You stormed into our company with your people and threatened our employees with Magic Power. What more do you want?!"

"So what if you're a Magical Girl? Does that give you the right to accuse innocent people?!"

"Let me tell you, our company is the victim here! Our employees are missing, and no one is more anxious than we are! Instead of looking for them, you come here to throw your weight around—"

Mr. Qian grew more agitated as he spoke, spittle flying.

"I'll file a complaint! I'll report you to the Association! You're abusing your Magic Power! You have no right to do this!"

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

Thousand Blades folded her arms and spoke coldly.

"You sound awfully sure of