Chapter 401 - 401: Taste Good (1/2)
”Brother, have you seen father anywhere?” She Lei entered his dear, deceased brother's office. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he approached the body seated behind the desk, seemingly busy scribbling something on a paper.
She Jing's hand stopped and placed the pen down before his empty gaze met his. ”Ah Lei, it's me, Jill.”
”Ah, so it's Senior Sister K. Jill who's taking the wheels today,” She Lei casually opened the alcohol cabinet and took out his favorite whiskey, and prepared himself a glass. ”Where's my crazy old geezer?”
”I haven't seen him all day. Last I heard, he left and went somewhere. He couldn't possibly meet with the dark doctor, he's still in the academy.” Cyra—Killer Jill—communicated through the transmitters installed in the nanobots controlling She Jing.
She Lei hummed, slumping down on the couch. He twirled his glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass, before gulping it down in one go. The liquid delightfully stung his throat.
”The old sc.u.mbag is getting suspiciously secretive. Just what is he hiding that he wouldn't disclose even to his 'favorite' son?” Sarcasm coated every word.
”He's going out alone pretty often, not bringing a single bodyguard with him.”
She Lei scoffed, refilling his glass. ”And what made him confident to go out alone, that coward?” He quipped, mostly to himself.
”Nothing we know as of the moment, but I do have some guesses. After the Commanders exacted their vengeance on the old fool's properties and planted fear in his mind, he's been agitatedly seeking help from his allies. He's also planning on how to further expand his connections.” She supplied.
Unfortunately for him though, his allies were hesitant in involving themselves in the dispute between him and 'his' former Commanders.
As far as they can tell, it's a personal issue. So 'Vermillion Dragon' should deal with it himself.
”He's really thick-faced, isn't he? Shouldn't he first be asking for forgiveness from his allies that were affected by the two Commanders' ill humor before demanding their assistance?”
”He's an 'Underworld Leader',” Cyra air-quoted with heavy sarcasm. ”Why would he need to apologize?”
”Ah, yes, forget what I said. It was silly.” She Lei waved his hand dismissively. ”He's been not-so-subtly nudging me to communicate with my maternal grandfather too. As if grandpa would help him after what he'd done to his only daughter, my mom.”
”Ah Lei, this body isn't doing well from constantly being exposed in the decrepit fool's anger. I'm afraid it won't last long. It's nearing expiration.”
”Now that you've mentioned it, he looks as if he's ready to keel anytime soon. Has the boss said anything about it?”
”Well, we found out who's been bothering our boss these recent days. The heavens must favor us greatly because it just so happened to be your good-for-nothing s.p.e.r.m donor's biggest ally.”
She Lei's expression contorted into a wicked look. ”Oh? And I'm assuming it's linked to my dear brother's final mission?”
”Die in the hands of She Gu's allies after believing that they've been stabbed in the back by him,” Cyra confirmed.
If she wasn't lazy, she would've willed She Jing to put on a sly smirk.
”Beautiful!” She Lei clapped. ”The perfect final scene before the curtain finally falls. Let's make the best of dear brother's last performance, shall we?”
”I couldn't agree more. Here.”
She Lei accepted the folder that was handed to him. Humming thoughtfully, he read its content.
”The Uncrowned Leader, Agni. Intel said he's quite active recently, so that's what he's been doing—making things difficult for our beloved boss. Think you can make dear brother's body last long enough to exhaust him?”
”Hmm, I'll give it thirty minutes before it gives out.”
”Eh, not bad.”
”Can't wait. I'm going to enjoy myself with this one. It's like playing a VR action game.”
”Aww, I hope I could give it a try too.” She Lei w.h.i.n.ed enviously.