Yang Jian had originally planned to squeeze Zhao Jianguo for compensation, but the person in charge had unexpectedly been switched to someone named Shen Liang.
It didn't matter. Squeezing anyone was the same.
If they didn't reimburse him for the losses from this operation today, he wouldn't let it go easily. The supernatural dangers he had encountered this time had been far too perilous. A ghost had slashed him for no reason, directly wasting an entire Ghost Candle. He had faced mortal danger two or three times. Although he had gained Feng Quan and Tong Qian as teammates, some accounts still needed to be settled clearly.
Just think about it: if Yang Jian hadn't demanded a Ghost Candle to carry with him last time, he would have died in the Z City incident.
So people couldn't be too noble. When it was time to be selfish, they had to be selfish.
About ten minutes passed.
Shen Liang returned with a solemn expression. This time, he wasn't wearing that enthusiastic smile. Yang Jian didn't know whether Shen Liang's heart was bleeding from being squeezed for compensation, or whether he was afraid of Tong Qian's face staring at him again.
"What's the result?" Yang Jian asked.
He wasn't bored enough to eavesdrop on Shen Liang's conversation, so he didn't know what had been discussed during those ten minutes.
It didn't matter. He only wanted the result, not the process.
Shen Liang sat down and sighed. "Reimbursing two Ghost Candles definitely can't be done right away. Resources at that strategic level require strict approval procedures. Yang Jian, you know that when you resolved an S-class supernatural incident last time, the higher-ups only rewarded you with one Ghost Candle. So there really is nothing I can do."
"Then there's nothing to discuss," Yang Jian