He had a docunt just like this one—his read “Special Office of the Cultural Bureau.”
As an official Apostle, Lin Xun quickly confird that the docunt wasn’t forged.
Why would soone from the Ard Division try to attack ?
The man hadn’t summoned a Shell, nor had he tried to kill him outright—it ant he hadn’t intended to end Lin Xun’s life.
So the most likely explanation was: he just wanted to beat
up.
But why?
Then it hit him—he was having dinner outside with none other than the Ard Division’s beloved darling: Lu Caiyi.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
“Heh! Old bastard!”
“You’re old enough to be her dad, yet you’re still trying to compete for affection like so jealous brat. No sha at all!”
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. If he hadn’t reacted quickly, he probably would’ve been on the receiving end of a beatdown tonight.
Eyes narrowing, Lin Xun grabbed the burly man by the collar and dragged him over to a bathroom stall.
With a casual swing, he hurled the man into the VIP cubicle, slamd the door shut, and walked out of the restroom like nothing had happened—calm and unbothered.
After relieving himself, Lin Xun felt fully restored and back in fighting condition.
Back at the table, the white-clad girl had a faint flush from the alcohol, her cheeks tinged rose-pink—absolutely radiant.
Having just laid out an Ard Division mber, Lin Xun casually steered the conversation toward the Ard Division, asking Lu Caiyi about its operations.
Buzzed from the alcohol, the girl was especially cooperative. She spilled everything—from mission procedures to responsibilities to pay and benefits—like she was pouring out beans.
Just as he was about to toast her again, his phone rang.
It was a call from the black-stocking wearing lady boss.
‘Huh? What’s the boss calling this late for?’
He answered. On the other end, Li Xingyue’s voice rang out. “Lin Xun, co to the office. Logistics finished early—we’ve got so overti work.”
“…”
Didn’t they say work at the Bureau was supposed to be relaxed?
He hadn’t even taken one full day off and now he had to work overti…
Lin Xun wanted to cry. He was hoping to drink the night away with Lu Caiyi and let her see firsthand what happened when soone dared to provoke him. But suddenly, his boss called him in to work overti.
“What’s wrong? Inconvenient for you?” Ca the sultry voice of the black-stocking beauty.
Lu Caiyi clearly overheard the call. She smiled gently and motioned to Lin Xun that it was okay—he should go handle it.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll head to the office right away.”
Just as he was about to apologize for having to leave, Lu Caiyi’s phone rang too—also a call from Team Leader Li, summoning her for overti.
Lin Xun more or less figured out what this “overti” was really about.
But… Why call Lu Caiyi in too?
Both were a little confused, but Li Xingyue hadn’t explained on the phone, so there wasn’t much to ask.
Lin Xun paid the bill, and the two left the restaurant together. He was about to flag a taxi, but Lu Caiyi gestured for him not to.
The girl’s ride was a white rcedes-Benz C-Class, conveniently parked near the entrance with a valet.
They got in and headed to the Cultural Bureau.
Lin Xun was a little envious. He had a mount too—a towering horse over three ters tall—but that obviously couldn’t be used for everyday commuting.
He made a ntal note to save up for a car soon.
—
Inside the restaurant.
A group of middle-aged n were drinking heartily, playing drinking gas, and having a grand old ti.
Suddenly, one of them asked.
“Hey, where’s Old Wang?”
“You drunk already? He said he went to take a leak.”
“No, you’re drunk! I’m saying—it’s been way too long. Isn’t he done by now?”
“Yeah, even if he had a bad stomach, he should be out by now. Think he passed out from drinking?”
The group couldn’t believe it. Old Wang was a beast when it ca to drinking—he could take them all on solo, no problem. How could he pass out?
“Let’s go check the bathroom.”
They marched over, and after a bit of searching, they found a man awkwardly slumped upside down inside one of the stalls.
“Oh shit—ain’t this our big, loudmouth Old Wang?”
“Damn, not even halfway through and he can’t tell a toilet from a bed.”
“Old Wang, never thought we’d see you like this. Man, this is rich.”
“Burp, you move three steps aside. I’m getting a picture.”
“Right! A mont like this deserves to be captured.”
“We should take a group photo. I’ll have my son print copies for everyone to fra at ho.”
“Brilliant idea!”
“Alright, everyone look here—one, two, three, cheese!”
The n gathered around the unconscious Old Wang, making peace signs, thumbs-up gestures, even heart poses… The photo was immortalized in digital glory.
—
The car pulled up to the front gate of the Cultural Bureau. Lin Xun rolled down the window and greeted the security guard.
The old guard gave a knowing smirk at the man and woman in the backseat and waved them through.
The car stopped at the public parking lot inside the Cultural Bureau. A familiar black G-Class SUV sat parked nearby. The valet quietly shut off the engine and walked away.
“Ah—” Lu Caiyi let out a soft yelp, as if sothing suddenly occurred to her.
She quickly pulled out a compact mirror and checked herself—her face was flushed red. She sniffed at her collar and could clearly sll alcohol.
Beside her sat Lin Xun, obviously also buzzed.
Lu Caiyi covered her forehead in exasperation.
Great… If I walk into work with him like this, it’ll be impossible to explain—even with three mouths.
She spoke in a guilty, flustered tone, “Lin Xun… maybe you should go up first?”
Lin Xun caught on imdiately—he understood what she ant.
But trying to dodge suspicion like that would only make things look more suspicious. Better to be honest and say they had a drink together—normal socializing between coworkers.
After a mont of hesitation, Lu Caiyi’s hand suddenly glowed with a soft white light.
The redness in her cheeks faded, and the signs of alcohol vanished completely—she no longer looked like she had been drinking at all.
Lin Xun’s eyes widened.
Was that… a sobering item?!
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