Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1082 - 937: The Brave One

Chapter 1082: Chapter 937: The Brave One

"Don’t talk about ghosts so late at night, it’s kind of scary," said Song Lan, raising a protest.

However, the scene outside the hovering car was far from terrifying. Even though night had fallen over The First Region, the entire city was brightly lit beneath the conglomerate of company skyscrapers.

The First Region was also known as the city that never sleeps; neon lights and advertising projections filled the sky, making anyone who saw them think they were in a dreamlike metropolis. In reality, under the cover of darkness, people were busy working overtime and had no time to appreciate the wonderful night scene of The First Region.

Lu Xiang gave Song Lan a sideways glance.

Not a word from this Dumb Bird could be trusted; each time he professed his fear of ghosts, yet he brought them straight home.

Moreover, according to the chip’s description, Elmon had accomplished the separation of consciousness and body, and that body stored in the suitcase could be aptly described as a corpse. Song Lan, however, hid the corpse in his safe for nearly a month, all of which made him seem more like a psychotic assassin.

"Think positively, and you’re becoming more and more like your idol."

"Idol?"

"General Borusalino."

Through some channels, Lu Xiang had come to know about this virtual character whom Song Lan once regarded as a role model.

One of the three great admirals of the navy, who was also in charge of the navy’s science troops, coincidentally matched the two positions that Song Lan currently held.

"Indeed."

Song Lan suddenly realized.

With all elements in place, he could enjoy a Fishman life just like General Borusalino.

The hovering car continued through the night sky as Song Lan caught sight of an advertisement in the clouds.

In The First Region, you would only ever see two kinds of advertisements.

One promotes working hard, dedicating oneself to the company until death; the other stimulates consumption, encouraging people to spend beyond their means.

Statistics showed that although the average salary in The First Region was five times that of border cities, over seventy percent of the workers here lived paycheck to paycheck. In this city, you could easily find luxury items worth as much as military-grade prosthetics.

Fortunately, both he and Lu Xiang were uninterested in luxury goods.

Right now, one airship’s neon advertising lights were posing a soul-searching question to Song Lan.

Lu Xiang noticed Song Lan’s expression and cleared her throat before asking seriously, "Think about it, why did you come to The First Region, why did you want to stand out?"

Interviewers sometimes asked this question to fresh graduates during job interviews, which proved to be a "killer question," influencing their future in ways that were out of their control if answered too poorly or too well.

"Because of Madam’s orders."

"Ah, yeah, I won’t deny that’s the main reason."

The sudden "thrust" turned Lu Xiang, known for her composure, red in the face, and even made her speech stumble.

But from her observation, this assault wasn’t intentional on Song Lan’s part. Right now, it seemed the Dumb Bird was mesmerized by a distant advertisement, completely lost in his own world, oblivious to the profound declaration he had just made.

It made Lu Xiang realize her own problem.

Lu Xiang, oh Lu Xiang, your defense is much too low.

To use the popular online lingo, she feared she was a classic case of high attack, low defense.

"A Love Tip Every Day" had given her unmatched offensive capabilities, along with a variety of flexible skills, but the training in defense was still a long road ahead.

At the very least, she shouldn’t lose her composure over a phrase like "Madam" again!

Lu Xiang resolved to send an anonymous letter to the editorial department of "A Love Tip Every Day" the next day. They had already provided enough offensive moves—future works should focus on teaching how to defend.

Fortunately, Song Lan hadn’t noticed the change in Lu Xiang’s expression; his pupils reflected the virtual images of high-ranking company executives projected onto the airship.

Stern, polished, appearing exactly like the kind of person every worker dreamed of becoming.

Lu Xiang rallied and asked, "Becoming a great naval general isn’t easy, and saying you’ve made it isn’t an overstatement. Why did you see General Borusalino as a role model?"

"Because he made me realize something."

Song Lan’s gaze was profound, "As long as you can occupy the general’s seat, even if you slack off at work every day, drink tea for health, damage public property in combat, and occasionally let wanted criminals escape, you won’t be punished."

If the things done by General Borusalino were committed by an ordinary sailor, they’d probably be kicked out, and they might even become wanted criminals.

He felt the United Government and virtual comics were no different.

When the Chairperson of the Council extended him an invitation, he had specifically indicated he could report to the department only two days a week, not including performance evaluations. Meanwhile, for those still working in these buildings, ’996’ was just the basic standard, on top of which were cutthroat elimination policies and terrifying performance reviews.

Over a long practice, the companies had developed a mature scheme.

Firstly, every worker would be saddled with a staggering debt from cybernetic modifications on their first day, which the company couched as "employee benefits," prorated into their monthly salaries. Then came the daily barrage of advertisements hanging above everyone’s head, as well as the abundant loan services.

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