The news about the increased difficulty of the replica, Le Cheng naturally received it as well, but this did not conflict with what he intended to do, so it did not matter to him.
When he entered the conference room, the eyes of five people all fell on him at once, so surprised, so puzzled, and so impassive.
"Who is he?" Brady looked at Le Cheng’s handso face, instinctively displeased.
"Of course, he is my new toyboy." Marilyn stood up from her seat, leaning against Le Cheng’s chest in a clingy manner, "He is incredible, always able to leave one soaring high, co on, Le Gui, introduce yourself to everyone."
Le Cheng naturally wrapped his arm around Marilyn’s body, lifted the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly, "Good morning everyone, I am Marilyn’s new toyboy, in my previous life I was an assassin and a freelance creator, occasionally a lover to rich won, characterized by good looks and skills, my type are XPs like mature lolis, if you know such sisters, I hope you can introduce them to ."
"Who asked you?"
Brady glared at him, especially since Le Cheng and Marilyn’s intimate behavior made him feel uncomfortable, sourly saying, "Just a pretty boy, I don’t see anything special."
Le Cheng turned his head to Marilyn, curiously asking, "Is he also your lapdog?"
Brady, angered and embarrassed, exclaid, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Strictly speaking, Brady was not Marilyn’s lapdog, but as the prettiest and most flirtatious woman in the prison, Brady indeed craved her body. However, Marilyn, being like Guan Yu, proud and never deaning herself, consequently, these senior officials of the prison hadn’t had deep interactions with her.
"Haha, look, he’s getting flustered." Le Cheng laughed loudly as if no one else was present, and Marilyn also giggled, shaking all over.
"You..." Le Cheng’s sarcastic tone almost drove Brady mad, along with a feeling of humiliation from having his true feelings poked, poor man he was hardly cultured and couldn’t find words to retaliate at the mont.
"Enough."
The Prison Director knew that letting this foolish nephew continue would only be a disgrace, he promptly called a halt, then his aged yet clear eyes scrutinized Le Cheng, as if trying to see through him.
As the Prison Director observed Le Cheng, Le Cheng, in turn, also focused most of his attention on him.
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This was the result from the Identification Eye, for targets with Divine Power, the effectiveness of the Identification Eye was null, in other words, the Prison Director or sothing he carried had Divine Power, which shielded him from the Identification Eye’s observation.
Without a doubt, this was his hidden mission’s target, a Divine Gifted believer of the Slaanesh Sect!
Le Cheng was sowhat excited.
He was now standing in the enemy’s stronghold, his hunting target sitting just across from him, less than five ters apart. If he acted now, what were his chances of success?
Marilyn was on his side, Oink was neutral, and Jack also had transactions with him, so honestly, the only one truly on the Prison Director’s side was just Brady, but after ntal calculations, Le Cheng concluded his chances of success were zero.
Marilyn was a smart woman; she wouldn’t openly betray the Prison Director for his sake, putting herself into a situation with no way out, nor would Jack turn against the Prison Director for him. Oink, being neutral, might assist him at a critical mont, but definitely not now.
So, although it seed like a two against one situation, it was more likely one against five.
Indeed, he needed to create a one-on-one situation with the Prison Director.
Le Cheng silently suppressed his impulsiveness; his fingers, excited to the point of turning pale, returned to their normal color. Since he had been holding Marilyn’s waist all this ti, nobody noticed this scene, what they could see was just his bright and unreservedly cheerful smile.
This was a pure Slaanesh believer.
After carefully observing Le Cheng’s expression, the Prison Director reached this conclusion, surprising even himself.
The God of Slaanesh, being one of the four deities of Chaos, cultivates energy that encompasses joy, indulgence, pleasure, and even love.
The God of Slaanesh loves each of His believers equally, but only a very few who are closest to the God of Slaanesh could catch His gaze and beco Divine Chosen Sons, while the vast majority of believers still remain superficial—attaining pleasure through indulgence of the flesh.
Even for him, the initial purpose of joining the Slaanesh Sect was just to conveniently seduce housewives, until one day he understood a higher realm of thought and received the blessing from the God of Slaanesh, becoming a glorious White Robed Bishop.
More formidable Slaanesh believers could even overthrow the regi of a country.
To his knowledge, there was once a Slaanesh believer who led a rcenary group called "Black Beast" that completely conquered a realm ruled by the Elf Queen and turned that country into a paradise for n, making countless believers yearn for it, but even such a person had not beco a Divine Chosen Son.
However, he saw sothing different in Le Cheng.
Whether it was the desire for Marilyn or the hostility toward Brady, he made no attempt to hide it, even the barely hidden madness in his eyes... Currently, he is just a Prison Guard, showing no fear in the face of their senior ranks; if he truly becos a senior, who knows what he might do?
Compared to the faith in the God of Slaanesh, the Prison Director valued loyalty to himself more.
A pure Slaanesh believer is fundantally not easy to control.
This put him in a dilemma; if he accepted it, who knows whether his position would be threatened, and if he refused, what if the other party attracted the gaze of the God of Slaanesh, what should he do?
"Le Gui, you know, this matter requires considerable personal capability, I do not distrust Marilyn, but if you don’t have enough authority, it would be difficult to bear such responsibility... Let’s, as usual, proceed with a vote, those who think Le Gui can replace the Defense Minister, please raise your hand."
With that said, the Prison Director looked at the other three.
He felt his hint was quite obvious; Jack and Oink should both understand, and Brady surely wouldn’t vote in favor, three to one, the advantage is mine.
However, no sooner had the Prison Director finished speaking than Jack raised his hand.
"I agree."
If Le Gui beca the Defense Minister, that ant he’d be at the sa level as himself, but also ans he would no longer have to follow Marilyn’s orders, making their cooperation more convenient, and showing enough goodwill to Le Gui could also get him more research material.
"I also agree."
Oink swiftly raised his hand and quickly put it back, his indifferent pig face revealing nothing of his thoughts.
"I of course agree as well." Marilyn smiled as she raised her hand.
Three votes in favor, Brady’s opinion was irrelevant now.
Prison Director: "..."
Damn, can’t you understand my hint, can you?
"Since everyone agrees, from today onwards, Le Gui will temporarily replace Raymond’s position as the Defense Minister... acting."
Having reached this point, the Prison Director had no other options; although he was a dictator, he wasn’t completely so and had to consider the thoughts of the senior executives, but in the end, he still kept a back-up plan, only letting Le Cheng act as the Defense Minister so he could demote Le Cheng at any ti.
Of course, the best outco would be for Le Cheng to die in the process of quelling the troublemakers.
Anyhow, as long as he wasn’t the one who did it, even if it drew the attention of the God of Slaanesh, he wouldn’t be punished.
"Le Gui? Perhaps it’s ti for a change of title?"
Hearing Marilyn’s words, even Brady, who really wanted to cast a dissenting vote, nodded in agreent; a Prison Guard could remain naless, but a high-ranking individual must have a na, for a na also indicates rank.
Le Cheng stood there, with a lonely expression as cold as snow, "Then just call Brother Cheng."
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