Lu Mian lounged lazily on the sofa. Although Ya Ling had squeezed into her space, it didn’t affect her relaxed and indifferent deanor in the slightest.
"Oh?" Ya Ling’s red lips curved into a smile. "Who is it? What a coincidence?"
"Indeed, quite the coincidence." Lu Mian lowered her gaze, chuckling coldly.
The phone screen still displayed the internal information interface of IEG.
Team Three: [Team Two, help out! Do any of you know about this special RE Factor dicine? Any way to get it? Price is not an issue—just urgent!]
Her slender, pale fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa. Even this simple gesture was srizing to behold.
Ya Ling was shouting inwardly about how enchanting Lu Mian was. Even as a girl herself, she couldn’t take her eyes off her.
"No one’s ever looked to for inquiries before. But now that old man Lu’s in trouble, this person suddenly cos asking."
Lu Mian spoke nonchalantly.
Her brow arched slightly, her chilly gaze full of understanding.
She moved her fingers and replied to Team Three.
——
At the sa ti, Xiao Qimo was waiting in the hospital room with Yun Sang.
Lu Mian had gone to Ya Ling’s office and forbade him from tagging along.
His phone pinged with a ssage. He opened the IEG internal app and casually glanced at it.
Team Three: [Team One, help out! Do you know about this special RE Factor dicine? Any way to get it? Price is not an issue—just urgent!]
Xiao Qimo’s expression stiffened, his gaze growing complex as a hint of thought crossed his mind. The atmosphere around him also shifted slightly.
After a mont’s consideration, he quickly replied to Team Three.
——
The lover of Team Three’s commander was amidst a fierce firefight.
Having ended a call with Lu Yutian, he was distraught.
His mind was filled with "special dicine" and thoughts of "severing cooperation with the Lu Family."
He had searched tirelessly but hadn’t uncovered any leads related to the special dicine.
With his resources, he really hadn’t been able to procure the drug.
And he couldn’t help but wonder which group had developed the dicine and kept its existence so tightly under wraps that even he couldn’t trace it.
After much deliberation, he concluded that only three individuals in the world might be able to help him.
The Leader, Team One, Team Two.
He decided to avoid the Leader for now—the cost was too high, and he’d likely be scolded.
That left Team One and Team Two...
Amidst the bullets flying over the battlefield, Team Three dashed between cover, risking his life as he sent out desperate ssages to Team One and Team Two for help.
It was all a gamble. Maybe one of the two knew sothing.
Team Three crouched behind a small dirt hill, clinging to a shred of hope while waiting for replies from the renowned Team One God of Death and Team Two Demon.
Team One: [I know. I have access.]
Team Two: [I can procure it.]
!!!
Team Three shot to his feet in shock and disbelief. "What the hell?"
After the fleeting mont of astonishnt, Team Three’s lover huddled beneath the hill, clutching his phone and trembling.
The replies from those two legendary commanders—so calm, so confident—were enough to throw his mind into chaos amidst the warfare.
They knew about the special dicine.
They actually could both acquire it!
Initially, he had only sent a tentative query, never truly expecting these two figures to be so capable!
Seeing a ray of hope also brought a sense of despair.
Look at their competence as commanders... now compare it to himself as Team Three.
Useless! Worthless! Trash through and through!
Overco with excitent, Team Three accidentally revealed himself from his cover.
A stray bullet grazed his shirt sleeve, jolting him back into the safety behind the dirt hill.
His fingers moved rapidly, preparing ssages but hesitating before actually sending them.
He faced a dilemma—should he ask Team One for help or Team Two?
A choice between them was excruciating, akin to sacrificing his flesh and blood.
He didn’t dwell too long on his indecision, cautiously sending out two probing ssages.
[Team One, how much?]
[Team Two, how much?]
Whover offered the cheaper price, he’d go with them.
Team Three never could have imagined that he’d stumble upon a purchasing channel so easily; his heart brimd with joy.
However, once he received replies from the two big shots, his smile evaporated instantly.
Team One: [Free of charge, just rember to vote during the leadership transfer.]
Team Two: [No paynt needed. Just cast your vote for .]
Team Three froze in shock.
He felt like he had stirred up a hornet’s nest, being roasted alive. As a lowly third team mber, he had no chance against these two magnificent figures. A single offhand remark from either of them had plunged him into hell, leaving him stranded on a knife’s edge.
Voting...
During IEG’s leadership transition, internal votes would be conducted. The higher one’s vote count, the greater one’s prestige.
Ultimately, the current leader would base their decision on the voting results and select the new leader.
For commanders at the highest level, their votes carried enormous weight, followed by the votes of subordinate team mbers.
Ever since the Magician Leader returned from his overseas trip, he had increasingly displayed signs of wanting to retire early and pass on his position. All of them understood that the leadership election in IEG was likely imminent.
Still, Team Three hadn’t expected this day to arrive so swiftly and suddenly.
Team One and Team Two’s rivalry had already reached a boiling point.
If he failed to make an imdiate choice and pick a side, the fallout for him could be catastrophic...
There was even a possibility of being dealt with as a potential competitor.
After all, as pitiable as he might be as Team Three, he technically held eligibility to run for the position.
Not that Team Three ever entertained any such ambitions—not even in his wildest dreams.
Especially when faced with these two high-ranking, wildly capable, and unequivocally intimidating figures, he knew he’d be crushed into irrelevance.
While the sounds of gunfire rattled on incessantly, no chaos outside could compare to the turmoil in his heart.
One was the acting leader, and the other was a close ally of the current leader. He didn’t want to offend either of them.
This was insanity—had they conspired to corner him?
To say the exact sa thing at the exact sa ti?
In the end, he could only risk his life and reply to them one by one.
[Team One, rest assured. Even without this matter, I would still cast my vote for you.]
With trembling hands, he switched to the other chat and cautiously drafted his reply.
[Team Two, you’re the one I’m closest to. Even if you gave nothing, I’d still vote you in as leader!]
He double-checked and triple-checked his ssages, ensuring, over and over, that he hadn’t sent them to the wrong individuals. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness for anonymous voting—it would save his skin.
Thank goodness they were sworn rivals—there was no risk they’d share or combine their conversations and uncover his ploy.
Amitabha.
An.
——
anwhile, Lu Mian received the reply from Team Three and curled her lips aningfully.
Ya Ling shivered. "What’s the matter, Mian? Why such a sinister grin?"
Lu Mian flicked her phone screen with her fingertip, producing a crisp "tap," then smiled coldly. "Oh, nothing. Just found myself a rather amusing individual."
Ya Ling glanced at Lu Mian’s expression—emmm...
She couldn’t help but feel this "amusing individual" was probably dood.
As Lu Mian read through Team Three’s reply, the sincerity of his tone was unclear.
But since he had made such a declaration, Lu Mian decided not to hold back.
"Then I won’t be giving you the dicine. Just make sure you cast your vote when the ti cos."
Team Three: [???]
What the hell?! Are you ssing with ?!
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