Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1083 - 937: The Brave_2

Chapter 1083: Chapter 937: The Brave_2

As long as you have a stable job in The First Region, you can easily manage various loan services through numerous methods; often, it only takes a tap of the finger to spend a month’s salary in one go.

And for luxury goods that ordinary workers can’t afford, sellers also offer an array of packages.

"Buy early, enjoy early!"

Song Lan saw one of the neon sign slogans.

Although a month’s salary is hardly enough to cover such extravagant costs, if you spread the cost over a year or even several years, you will be surprised to find that you can afford the consumption of luxury goods, allowing you to lead a quality of life far beyond the reach of the average person.

"A full-body massage machine? Are you thinking of buying that?"

Lu Xiang followed Song Lan’s gaze.

watts!

The advertisement was followed by an eye-popping discount price tag.

She thought for a bit and said, "I can give massages, and I can clean ears, which should be much more comfortable than a full-body massage machine."

"No, I’m not planning to buy it."

Song Lan shook his head, "I just feel that compared to last time, there doesn’t seem to be any change in The First Region; my efforts seem to have failed."

After the calamity, The First Region recovered its order in less than a month, as if no amount of restarts could shake the foundation of the United Government.

"External efforts are useless, but with your current position, trying a bit harder might even make you a member of the Review Meeting."

"Why would I want to join the Review Meeting?"

"Being a Councilor allows you to put forward issues during meetings, and if your issue is adopted, you might be able to change the status quo from within. I believe the Chairperson of the Council would also be very happy to welcome you to the Review Meeting."

"...Why do I feel like you’re trying to hoodwink me?"

Leaving aside how troublesome it would be to attend meetings so frequently, even if Lu Xiang’s suggestion was theoretically feasible, it would be completely impossible in practice. Even without joining the Review Meeting, he was well aware that such proposals would be unanimously rejected.

"The so-called Review Meeting consists of family leaders and company heads. It involves the fundamental interests of their companies and families; how could they pass any proposal that goes against family interests?"

"Interference Psychic Abilities."

Lu Xiang whispered, "Isn’t the distinction of interference Psychic Abilities defined by the Spiritual Energy research institutions as the ability to control people’s bodies through Spiritual Energy, or even to warp their thinking?"

"Old Lu, those aren’t the types of remarks a public servant should make!"

Song Lan certainly never dreamt of becoming a Black Hand. In his view, there’s no occupation more laborious than that of a Black Hand—striving for a seemingly unattainable ideal all one’s life, concealing one’s true self, having to be all things to all people in social relations, and leading such a lonely existence, all to potentially be defeated by some emerging hero.

Controlling the Review Meeting with interference Psychic Abilities, keeping everything of the United Government tightly grasped in one’s hands.

Song Lan estimated that anyone who managed all this probably couldn’t live past forty, likely dying from overwork due to an endless backlog of tasks.

This was obviously not the life he was after.

"I understand."

Lu Xiang nodded, "The role you take on should belong to that unexpected hero who emerges from nowhere."

She felt these two identities perfectly fitted the relation between "destiny" and Song Lan; "destiny" had exhausted who knows how much time and effort to control the entire upper world, yet Song Lan’s arrival turned it upside down in short order.

It was just a pity she never witnessed the conclusion of that battle herself.

Did the other party, after seeing their painstaking grandeur reduced to ashes, hide away somewhere unknown and quietly shed precious tears?

"I was just suddenly reminded of the past."

She paused for a while, explaining, "I also found information about the High Prosecutor’s followers in the chip."

Not everyone in this world can be remembered as heroes like Chai Ke, Phine Arnhem, or Dorago Safron; there are many who aren’t remembered by anyone, despite having given their lives in silent sacrifice.

The High Prosecutor Dominas’ flunky was just such an existence.

"He was certified by the Spiritual Energy Research Institute as a Psychic and after failing to advance to a Five Stars rescuer, he was sent to The First Region to assist with experiments, perhaps also to prevent Angel Foster from violating their cooperation agreement."

With interference-type Psychic Abilities, combined with the special drugs tailor-made for his abilities by the Spiritual Energy Research Institute, they managed to brainwash Mayor Selbot into their puppet without anyone being the wiser.

If it weren’t for Song Lan’s intervention, it’s likely that every subsequent mayor of The First Region would have followed in Selbot’s footsteps, even the rebellious Aureliano who, being a mere mortal, would inevitably become a puppet under the prolonged influence of psychic power and drugs.

Perhaps in some timeline without the Dumb Bird, both Angel Foster and Mr. Chai Ke reached the pinnacle of their lives.

"The Spiritual Energy Research Institute has annulled all personal information of the lackey, no wonder I could never find out his true identity."

Logically speaking, for a city like The First Region without a resident rescuer, a powerful four-star interference-type Psychic would have been enough to become the unseen Black Hand, even the High Prosecutor he ostensibly served was just a marionette.

Yet, history always seems to repeat itself, and Dumb Bird appears to have some sort of "nemesis of the Black Hand" quality.

This directly resulted in no one knowing the lackey’s name to this day.

"Old Lu, why have you suddenly become so melancholic today?"

Song Lan withdrew his gaze from the distance.

In his opinion, dwelling on the past was not a good thing; it often meant that certain things were about to come to an end.

Like a heavily wounded soldier on the battlefield, pulling a photo from the interlayer of his helmet.

That photo brought him back many years, before the war had arrived, when he was just an ordinary person living in a border city.

For a moment, the ash-filled skies and sounds of conflict all faded into the distance, granting the soldier’s heart a long-lost sense of peace.

When similar scenes appeared in movies, Song Lan knew that this person was likely to be done for.

Lu Xiang did not answer the question.

She felt she had already given the answer to that question.

The chip provided by Jiu reminded her of many things.

All events that seemed coincidental were ultimately the product of serendipity, the threads of destiny weaving everything together.

And Song Lan had already achieved his goal.

Like General Borusalino, he no longer had to fear being suppressed by higher-ups while slacking off; paying off his debts and achieving financial freedom were also within reach.

This also seemed to signify that they were getting closer and closer to the "Ghost."

The rest of the journey was silent.

The hover car glided through tracks woven with colored lights, leaving the entire gaudy city behind—Song Lan had chosen an apartment far from the urban area, close to the sea, purportedly a place where one could fully enjoy the beach and ocean every summer at its peak.

Many from The First Region thought it was too remote, inconvenient in both transportation and amenities, which is why the property prices here had slipped through the net and not risen with the region’s development over the years.

Lu Xiang felt, it really was a place suitable for retirement, very much in line with Song Lan’s style.

The hover car landed on the roof of the apartment building, and the rumbling of the engine soon stopped as well.

That question then came to the lips once more.

"Have you really thought of a countermeasure?"

That was the promise Song Lan made to the Rose and Sister Jasmine and Yaku when they came to their home to visit.

Although the topic had been brushed aside later, with her understanding of Song Lan, she could tell he was serious when he said that.

"Yes."