Enforcer Manual
Chapter 956 - 881: Life is Cultivation_2

Chapter 956: Chapter 881: Life is Cultivation_2

"One always pays a price for being involved, and even ’Nothingness’, having suffered in the past, had learned the essence. Before Song Lan could use reverse psychology, Nothingness took the initiative and said, ’My coming to you does not mean I am afraid of those Abnormal Creatures. According to your theory, if each of us exerts 50% of our effort, then everyone can accomplish their tasks with ease. And remember, you burned my house down.’

For a moment, Song Lan found himself at a loss for words.

Nothingness was one of the most formidable opponents he had ever encountered—even more so than Lu Xiang.

After all, Old Lu often used the method of persistent coaxing, a technique that could only be mastered through daily interactions, whereas Nothingness had fully grasped his theory and used the ’Slacking Theory’ to defeat him.

If he rejected Nothingness, it would be tantamount to turning against his own ’Slacking Theory.’

As the founder of the Slacking Theory, there was no way Song Lan could let that happen.

’I understand.’

’Then, let’s meet in the ’outside world.’

With those words, the blurry shadow in the tunnel disappeared.

As silence returned, Song Lan felt an unprecedented gravity in his mood because he realized a threat greater than the Gene Master—someone had stealthily learned his ’Slacking Theory’ and turned it into a weapon against him.

It seems...

I need to find time to work on the ’Slacking Theory 2167th Anniversary Revised Edition.’

First and foremost, he had to ensure that the theory he proposed didn’t end up like a boomerang, hitting him in the head.

When he returned to the temporary campsite at the ruins of the Eden Hotel, the sky had completely darkened, and after a long day of rescue work, the exhausted people set up makeshift tents. Some optimists joked that the Fourth Region now truly resembled a post-apocalyptic movie.

Headed by Zhuang Chi, a supply team had salvaged some food ingredients and spices from the ruins of Eden Hotel.

As they presented the rescued ingredients, spices, and utensils to Song Lan, Veronica looked at him with hopeful eyes.

During her time with Zhuang Chi and others, she had heard them praise their chief’s cooking skill more than once. Even the typically reticent Roger intermittently gave high praise, believing that their chief could match, if not surpass, chefs from high-class restaurants.

Zhuang Chi openly admitted that she had insisted on being transferred to the publicity department, hoping to ’be the first to get the moon by the water’s edge.’

Veronica had not been interested in cooking, and her previous dine-outs in high-class restaurants in The First Region were purely due to family social obligations. She deeply detested such gatherings where everyone wore fake smiles, said one thing but plotted another behind the scenes.

Yet her parents deemed it an essential experience.

When she entered the political arena, dealing daily with those people was inevitable; always at a disadvantage were those who couldn’t mask their emotions or whose thoughts were easily deciphered.

Without her parents’ assignments, Veronica would have simply stuck to nutritional injections.

In those gatherings, no matter how delicious the food, she could never taste it.

Until, Veronica heard about Mr. Lucky, Mr. Rob Lucci’s deeds in The Second Region. According to a Head Maid from the Iris Consortium, Lucky had initially disguised himself as a chef from Neutral Country and infiltrated the Iris Consortium’s castle—Mr. Lucky’s culinary skills were genuinely exceptional, and even now their head maid couldn’t forget the fried noodles he had made.

It was since then that Veronica began to notice these ’side jobs’ she had previously ignored.

An Intelligence Master could always perfectly blend into any environment, turning into a bartender, chef, doctor, or law enforcer as the mission required.

This was what she had always lacked.

Specialized education also limited their perspectives, keeping them forever in their small circles, thereby ignoring the outside world.

This was commonly viewed as the major difference between the Counter-Intelligence Department and Military Intelligence Section Seven.

Agents from Military Intelligence Section Seven often need to infiltrate various places, and if their disguises were seen through, death was their only fate. In contrast, the elites of the Counter-Intelligence Department mostly stayed in offices, using the United Government’s cutting-edge technology to handle intelligence issues.

Veronica calmed her mind, brought a chair over, and sat next to Song Lan, watching this ’master chef’ as seen through her friends’ eyes, prepare the ingredients.

Watching the knife blade reflect the moonlight, she was momentarily mesmerized.

Images and unnameable emotions surged in Veronica’s mind.

This was her first official meeting with Song Lan, yet she felt an obscure sense of familiarity. She recalled Valerian’s lament one day; Valerian felt their chief would surely get along well with Teacher Lucky.

They both had affable personalities, and coincidentally, they both always rode bicycles to work.

Now, they both shared a mastery of cooking.

The only difference was their reaction to conflict. Their chief never took action against gang members on the streets of District Seventeen but rather called in the special operations team, always reminding his colleagues to assess the situation during danger and not act impulsively.

Valerian once shared a personal story; she had been kidnapped, and her attempt to intervene led to her being struck hard on the back of the head with a gun butt, resulting in several days in the hospital for recovery.