You never knew how much rice and firewood cost until you ran a household.
Only after Chen Feng actually took over the Hero Agency did he realize that a villain needed neither to know where he was nor who he was. He just had to slaughter everyone. A Hero, however, had far more to consider.
Take the Starlight Agency's District 13 branch, for instance. It actually had over five hundred employees and more than a dozen departments.
"Almost a million in wages every month?"
Staring at the financial statement, Chen Feng was stunned. The Fly Gang boss's head had only been worth three hundred thousand.
Three heads' worth of wages a month?
Chen Feng slammed the table and shouted, "Get whoever's in charge! Get whoever's in charge!"
The door creaked.
The conference room door opened.
Pure white leather shoes paired with a flashy T-shirt—the middle-aged man before him wore gold-rimmed glasses and had dark brown hair slicked back. He was Rhodes, the Starlight Agency's finance manager. "Hello, director—new director. I'm Rhodes. If you need someone to take the blame or go to prison, just come to me."
The guy had a sense of humor.
Chen Feng beckoned Rhodes over. "Let me ask you something. Does this branch have five hundred Heroes?"
Rhodes shook his head. "Of course not."
Chen Feng asked curiously, "Then how many Heroes do we have?"
Rhodes glanced at Light of the Firmament and awkwardly raised his index finger.
Chen Feng flew into a rage. "Five hundred people in one branch, and only a hundred Heroes?"
Rhodes coughed and corrected him. "No, not a hundred."
Chen Feng was dumbfounded. "Only ten?"
Rhodes pointed at Light of the Firmament. "One."
One?
Chen Feng dropped onto the conference room sofa and looked at Light of the Firmament. "You're saying