Enforcer Manual
Chapter 674: Puppet of Fate_1

Chapter 674: Chapter 674: Puppet of Fate_1

Two minutes later, Song Lan finally got the green light.

As he picked up his pace and arrived at the shop, the troublemaker was pulling out all the stops, trying to secure a sliver of hope for himself.

He opened his arms wide and shouted, "Sister Jasmine can testify for me, I was just joking before, I haven’t even had a girlfriend up to now, to be more precise, I haven’t even held a girl’s hand!"

This impassioned declaration shocked everyone.

The onlooking customers had to reappraise the young man, his bleached hair and an attire even more avant-garde than the underlings of other city gangs, giving the first impression of a character out of some minotaur works—could such a person really never have held a girl’s hand?

Even Rose looked at Jasmine with a doubtful gaze.

If this was a lie, then the crime would be even graver, meriting an on-the-spot execution.

"This is true."

Unexpectedly, Jasmine affirmed the young man’s statement.

However, for some reason, a mournful atmosphere suddenly enveloped the shop, and even the just-arrived Song Lan was affected by it—he observed the young man, who appeared to be only a few years younger than himself, with a style that screamed delinquent, yet he had never held a girl’s hand.

Jasmine covered her mouth and whispered into Rose’s ear, lowering her voice, "I’ve heard that some people are like this these days. They usually don’t have much interaction with the opposite sex, so they deliberately dress in a way that draws attention, as if they’re very popular. But once an individual of the opposite sex approaches them, they get so shy they run away."

This explanation seemed to make the atmosphere in the shop even more mournful.

Rose’s eyes also filled with a hint of sympathy when she looked at the young man.

But the devilish whisper from Jasmine didn’t stop there, she leaned in closer to Rose and said, "However, speaking of which, Sister, you’re not exactly young anymore, and it seems like you’ve never held a boy’s hand either, have you? After all, Sister, you’re tsundere, and according to the research, tsundere’s romantic luck has been terrible for nearly a decade."

The bit of sympathy disappeared.

In its place were pupils flashing with menacing electric arcs and the crackling sound of sparks.

Jasmine had learned to be mischievous; she wasn’t like this before.

Giant Mountain and δ were highly suspicious; she had to find a time to talk to these two.

And...

Tsundere?

Who came up with this word? Rose preferred adjectives like proud or aloof. Delicate didn’t relate to her in the slightest!

"Huh? What a coincidence, Sister Rose, looks like we’re in the same boat."

The young man was overjoyed.

Regrettably, his self-proclaimed humorous remark was only met with an electric current coursing through his body. He uttered an unintelligible sound, convulsed a few times on the floor, his golden hair standing on end like a hedgehog’s.

This seemed to sidestep the explanation for his quite dismal luck with the opposite sex.

"Don’t call me that, and I’m not the same as you. What’s the big deal about never having held a boy’s hand?"

"Sister, you’ve held a boy’s hand? What’s his name, and where is he from?"

Jasmine’s spirit of gossip instantly ignited.

"I forgot."

Rose’s eyes glinted coldly, "I’ve held it several times after chopping it off and picking it up."

...

To prevent the entire group from being regarded as serial killers or perverts by the shop customers, Song Lan had to intervene. He interrupted Jasmine and Rose’s unabashed spilling of secrets, saying, "It’s not a good place to talk with so many people around. How about we find a place to sit down and chat slowly?"

He was innocent, hadn’t offended anyone, just an ordinary citizen who respected traffic signals when crossing the street.

The topic of serial killers was a bit too heavy for him.

Hearing this, the cowering assistant realized it was her turn to step in. She retracted her sleeves that had turned into ribbons and said to Jasmine, "Sister Jasmine, I’ll take you to the rest area first. The boss will definitely want to meet you when he knows you’re here."

Under her guidance, the four of them dragged the young man, now resembling a piece of human art after being electrified, into the rest area.

The Six Stars hopeful also timely demonstrated his robust vitality. After being dragged into the rest area, he stood up energetically from the cold floor, shouting "full health revival" while trying to fix his hair that had turned into a hedgehog’s.

After a moment, he faced everyone and said, "Let me introduce myself again, my rescuer codename is ’Yaku Barrier,’ a Six Stars rescuer candidate appointed by the Review Meeting. Just like Sister Jasmine, you can call me Yaku... Eh? Why isn’t anyone talking?"

Yaku looked at the group with a puzzled expression, as usually after introducing himself, there would be thunderous applause.

But this time, even the most socially adept Song Lan was unusually silent.

After the series of events they had just witnessed, he could no longer associate Yaku with a Six Stars rescuer.

In his mind, a Six Stars rescuer should be like his friend Wild Bone, someone whose very name brought immense pressure, the kind of tough character with a label like "United Government’s Supreme Combat Strength" if they were in a comic book.

If you slightly irritated them, you’d bring about city-level destruction.

Even Rose, despite being tsundere, would chop with flashing lightning and effortlessly release energy surges strong enough to dismantle syndicate surfaces—that was Song Lan’s picture of a Six Stars rescuer.

But when Yaku lay on the floor proclaiming he hadn’t even held a girl’s hand, it seemed inevitable that his path to becoming a Six Stars rescuer was getting further and further away.

Even if for some unspeakable reasons in the future he became a Six Stars rescuer, he probably chose to tread the path of General Polusarino.

Huh?

As he said this, he suddenly found the young man who claimed to be Yaku somewhat more appealing.

Jasmine refused to appraise the youth and instead asked, "Yaku, the owner of this shop hasn’t provoked you, has he? Why did you come here to make trouble?"

"Make trouble? We didn’t make trouble. The Review Meeting called together all the reserves for a meeting today, and he was the only one absent, so we come specially to inform him of the meeting’s details... and incidentally, have him tell us our fortunes."

The young man spoke, "You should also know that guy has no interest in being promoted to a Six Stars rescuer, so having him predict which two will take over the seats of Wild Bone and Whisper won’t affect him."

"You guys?"

Jasmine pointed to the empty space behind him and said, "But isn’t it just you here now?"

"Those cowards!"

It seemed that Yaku only now realized this serious problem, "They all run off at the first sign of trouble!"

Where had their much-touted camaraderie among peers gone?

"I have heard of him. People say that in The First Region, there is a fortune-teller who can predict the future, but getting an audience with him is not easy."

Lu Xiang said.

Legend has it that countless distinguished personages in The First Region are willing to pay a hefty sum for a reading from that mysterious fortune-teller, it’s just that with their last visit to The First Region, in their capacity, they were nowhere near touching such high-level figures.

She had just carefully observed the customers in the shop: most of them were corporate employees, appearing as though they had taken time out of their busy schedule to visit this place, "Is this the legendary fortune-telling house?"

"Fortune-telling house? No, this place offers everything but fortune-telling."

Jasmine shook her head, "For example, debt collection, forging documents, contract killing, massage, professional training, gathering evidence of marital infidelity, finding lost artificial intelligence... As long as you have a need and don’t know who to turn to, you can come here."

Of course, these are the services offered, whether they can actually be completed is another matter.

Jasmine more than once doubted that the other party was skiving by exploiting the nature of this job, if not for the lure of predicting the future, this shop might have gone bankrupt several years ago.

He and his hired assistants have survived to this day, mostly because they are kept by those big companies.

"You’ve talked quite a bit, but you still haven’t told us his name. You were being coy outside just now, but now that we are in the shop, you can surely tell us, right?"

Song Lan asked, his interest piqued by Jasmine’s description of the owner.

This unique way of skiving off work... feels like he is a type of Ability User similar to him.

"Right, it’s time to tell you his name."

Jasmine cleared her throat and deliberately put on a serious look, solemnly stating, "This place’s owner, who is also the United Government’s current senior-most Six Stars candidate, his name is... Li Youqian."

"What...?"

"Li Youqian."

Jasmine thought Song Lan hadn’t heard clearly and considerately typed the three characters on her phone screen.

Song Lan had heard clearly; it’s just that for a Six Stars candidate surrounded by mystery, the name was too much of a surprise. The simple three characters made him drop from the United Government’s foremost fortune-teller to a street side fortune-teller in Region Seventeen.

He noticed that Lu Xiang’s expression had also become somewhat unnatural.

At this moment, Song Lan finally understood why the rescuer department put so much effort into creating cool aliases for rescuers.

"It seems you all have some opinions about my name?"

A middle-aged man’s voice broke the silence of the break room, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol.

Upon entering, the middle-aged man’s gaze settled on Song Lan, "This guest, how about it? Would you like me to perform a reading for you?"

"Don’t trouble him, come at me instead."

Seeing this, Yaku crossed his arms and stood defiantly in front of Song Lan, looking straight into the eyes of the middle-aged man without giving in, "Just predict who will take over the seats of Wild Bone and Whisper this time."

The atmosphere in the room was subtly tense.

The group fixated on Yaku’s back for a long time, each with the same thought surfacing in their minds.

Why does this man, having stolen someone else’s opportunity for a free reading, still have the audacity to pose like a hero?

Yaku’s intentions were immediately seen through by the middle-aged man, who laughed coldly, "You should know the rules here; specifics like that are not within my scope of services."

"Is it that you cannot divine, or that you do not wish to?"

Yaku glared at him with a provocative look.

"Even if I could predict the outcome, you can’t change the result of the divination. Rather than knowing an inescapable fate, better to be kept in the dark. Why must I always explain such an obvious truth to you?"

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly, "By deciding to come to me with this matter, it means you believe in the choices made by fate... all who seek to peer into fate’s direction will eventually become its puppets."

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