Enforcer Manual
Chapter 863 - 838: Omen of Death

Chapter 863: Chapter 838: Omen of Death

Have you ever suddenly regained consciousness and found a brief blank in your memory?

This is a recent depiction of the life of the founder of Kolo Film Industry, who took a full minute to adjust to his current state. Everything around him was so familiar; this was a private office that had become his temporary workspace after the destruction of the Kolo Film Industry building.

He couldn’t remember when he had arrived there, but a work text from Guan Lili did remind him.

It was not time to rest yet.

Kolo Film Industry was facing an unprecedented dark time, and he bore the responsibility of rebuilding the company.

More and more information poured into his mind, filling the blanks in his thinking and making the path of his past and future clearer.

The tablet on his desk recorded his upcoming work schedule. From the timeline, he had already completed one-third of it. The schedule showed he was to attend an internal meeting with the Ragus Foundation to discuss the new building site for the company and various other reconstruction matters.

At this moment, there was less than half an hour until the video conference.

The foundation was supportive of his plans.

But then, the founder noticed something unusual in his schedule:

"Beware of the predator."

Predator?

This was a completely unfamiliar term, and he subconsciously thought it might be the title of a new film series or a new villain about to be introduced by a company.

A few months ago, a film based on the "concerned citizen" archetype had been successful. The heated discussions about the villain Chai Ke in the movie had inspired them to a certain degree, and someone had proposed that in their future ten-year plan, they should create a villain in the "Rescuer Universe" created by Kolo Film Industry who could span several or even a dozen movies.

Although the founder had already retired from direct involvement in scriptwriting and character creation, he still occasionally shared his inspirations with everyone.

Perhaps he was naturally suited for this job, as even at over a hundred years old, inspiration still always managed to flow into his brain unexpectedly.

But soon, the founder dismissed his initial thought.

This was because the "Beware of the predator" notification conflicted with the time of the Ragus Foundation video conference.

It was a rookie mistake. With his meticulous work habits, he would never schedule anything else during such an important meeting. According to the electronic agenda, "the predator" would arrive five minutes after the video conference began.

Suddenly, the founder was surprised to find that the time on the schedule had changed.

The time for "the predator" to arrive had been moved up, and some text had been added.

It would finally arrive in the guise of a plumber.

The founder carefully watched the electronic schedule until it changed again under his gaze, confirming that what he had just seen was not a hallucination.

Was this artificial intelligence acting up, or was someone trying to warn him of an impending danger?

Beyond the shifting times, new content appeared on the electronic manual, directing him to go to the window and look downstairs.

The founder did as instructed.

The private office building was located in the quieter East City area. The office floor was not high, so standing by the window, he could clearly see the situation below.

Soon, the founder spotted the plumber mentioned in the electronic schedule.

He was dressed in the uniform standard of Sector Four plumbers, with a tool bag slung across his waist. The plumber looked up as if he had anticipated the founder’s approach to the window.

It was a gaze that locked onto its prey.

At that moment, the electronic schedule was like a constantly changing mission menu in a game, issuing a new directive to the founder with just four words—"Find a way out."

The founder easily imagined the outcome of encountering the strange plumber below.

Death.

The idea was so clear that he almost thought he had experienced being hunted in the past.

The founder saw the plumber below take action. Instead of walking through the main entrance of the building, he clung to the wall with his hands and feet, moving as swiftly as a gecko.

This extremely abnormal scene distracted the founder from the upcoming Ragus Foundation video conference. He followed the instructions on the electronic manual and quickly left his private office.

As the plumber approached, a strange voice emerged in his mind.

"Xingose, don’t you find it odd? Why are you here? Think carefully, how did you get here?"

Xingose was the founder’s name, but it had been a long time since anyone had called him that.

Everyone he usually met had a unique way of addressing him, with "Founder," "Big Boss," and "Boss" being the most common.

He quickly deduced that this was the voice of "the predator," indicating that it was very likely a psychic.

"It must be safe there, as long as you can get back..."

The voice continuously fed into his brain while simultaneously, he heard sounds approaching from above him. He could clearly hear something moving rapidly in the overhead compartment. The voice continued in an almost threatening manner, "Xingose, running is useless. I remember your scent, no matter where you flee, no matter how many times you start over, I will find you."