Seeing this, Zhou Duoyu asked uneasily, "Uncle, are you planning to make a move?"
"What, do you still want to tip off the Spirit Devouring Pavilion?" Lin Yi glanced at him, his tone carrying a hint of chill.
"I wouldn't dare! Your nephew absolutely doesn't have the nerve!" Zhou Duoyu hurriedly waved his hands, cold sweat seeping across his forehead. No matter how slippery he was, he would never dare do something so suicidal before a White Tiger Captain Steward.
"Go back. Do your job properly."
"Yes, yes..."
As though granted a pardon, Zhou Duoyu hurriedly bowed, then turned and quickly left the Steward's Residence, his steps somewhat hurried.
Watching his retreating figure, Lin Yi gently shook his head. He had already reached a conclusion.
After dealing with Zhou Duoyu for some time, Lin Yi found that he truly was as his grandfather Zhou Qing had assessed him: overly slick and lacking in courage. Whenever trouble arose, he only knew how to shirk responsibility and avoid danger, lacking the integrity an enforcer ought to possess.
If he truly recommended him into the White Tiger Captain, he would certainly be unsuitable for the front lines of law enforcement. It would be best to arrange some clerical post for him in logistics, warehouses, resource allocation, or the like. That way, he would neither hinder matters nor waste his talent for maneuvering between people.
Not long after Zhou Duoyu left, faint ripples spread through the space of the White Tiger Realm. A fiery red figure ignored the restrictions outside the residence and appeared directly in the courtyard. It was the Glazed Empress.
She still wore that palace robe embroidered with winding phoenix patterns. Flames seemed to flow along her swaying hem as her gaze casually swept over the layout of the Steward's Residence