Enforcer Manual
Chapter 965 - 885: Beware of Fraud

Chapter 965: Chapter 885: Beware of Fraud

Humans ultimately cannot achieve mutual understanding, and it’s the same with Song Lan and "Nothingness."

Song Lan completely failed to understand why "Nothingness" enjoyed being harassed by hooligans, just as "Nothingness" could not grasp why Song Lan, having come to Neutral Country Seven for such a rare opportunity, would lie on the lounge chair in the break room after closing shop, as if everything happening outside had nothing to do with him anymore.

"Nothingness" cleared his throat and said, "Neutral Country Seven is what the people of the United Government call it. Their naming skills are a complete mess."

The Review Meeting first changed the names of cities within their territory into numerical codes, and then through the Neutral Country Covenant applied their disastrous naming capability to the Covenant Nations.

Under the domineering influence of the United Government, the Covenant Nations could only swallow their resentment and accept the uniform designation of Neutral Country X.

"Nothingness" strongly suspected that the current ruler of the United Government had developed dementia, to the point where he could only remember numbers.

"The locals call this country ’Oasis.’ After the third war ended, people lost in the desert built this nation with hopes for a brighter future, wishing that Oasis could be like a beacon in the desert, guiding those who came after them," "Nothingness" concluded.

He paused and then summed up, "The city we are in is called Lute, a name believed to be that of a musical instrument from before the third war. So, stop referring to it as a mere border city. Doesn’t that sound weird to you?"

"Oh."

...

Song Lan managed to drop the shop’s atmosphere to freezing point with a single word.

"Nothingness" felt challenged and would have taken action if he hadn’t considered that he might not be able to defeat Song Lan.

He never liked to endure and firmly believed that responding with an "Oh" to someone else’s earnest attempt at educating was extremely impolite.

Ever since the shop closed, Song Lan had been holding his phone, sitting under the air conditioning, maintaining the same posture for nearly two hours now.

The feeling was akin to that of an old father who, during the holidays, reunited with a child he hadn’t seen in a long time, only to find that all the child did every day was play video games.

"Lute is a city of optimism and inclusiveness. Its people are talented and hospitable. When you walk along the Clear Spring Trail, you often encounter bands performing improvisationally."

"Useless, I’m not going outside no matter what you say."

This time, Song Lan’s response was longer and he firmly declared his intention to stay inside the shop.

From the moment he met "Nothingness," the only good thing that happened was the installation of an air conditioner in the shop. He was now sealed by the air conditioner and could never leave the room again.

"Nothingness" kept extolling the virtues of Lute while consistently avoiding one fatal flaw.

The temperature displayed on the mobile phone’s homepage showed 37.1 degrees outside, which was nearly reaching the high-temperature warning threshold within the United Government.

At that moment, Song Lan longed for the temperature control system of the United Government, where it’s never too cold in winter or too hot in summer; a moderate climate ideal for settling down.

"Why! It’s the perfect time to gather intelligence!"

"Because it’s hot."

"What, are you afraid of the heat?"

"Exactly."

Song Lan’s tone was matter-of-fact.

Provocation was useless against him. "Not only do I dislike the heat, but I also detest the cold."

"Nothingness" could hardly believe his ears. When that guy had set a fire in the upper world, permanently causing some areas to experience dramatic temperature changes and still enveloped by magma to this day, he had never once mentioned that he was sensitive to heat.

"So, if we resolve the temperature issue, would you be willing to go outside then?"

"Not going."

"What now!"

"Afraid of being tired."

Get out!

...

A quarter of an hour later, "Nothingness," seated in a hovering car, fell into deep thought.

After their verbal skirmish, Song Lan made the maximum concession—he finally moved and took a seat in the hovering car. Moreover, he set three ground rules before triggering the move, specifying that taking a hovering car was acceptable, but he would absolutely not get out of the car. To ensure "Nothingness" would not renege on the deal, he even got it in writing.

If "Nothingness" used any means to induce Song Lan to leave the car during their outing, he would have to compensate the other with a hefty sum of 35 million watts.

Though he had successfully convinced Song Lan, "Nothingness" felt no trace of triumph at that moment.

He had originally been concerned about Song Lan falling prey to local scamming gangs, yet he hadn’t expected the man himself to be adept in the art of deception.

Even after getting on the hovering car, Song Lan’s behavior didn’t change in the slightest.

Enjoying the air conditioning, watching a movie with headphones on.

"How can you still be into movies at your age?"

Unable to restrain himself again, "Nothingness" threw out what he thought was a piercing question, but it was like punching cotton—Song Lan didn’t bother with him, not even lifting his eyes.

"Don’t forget, I didn’t invite you to Oasis just for a simple vacation."

He had already shown enough sincerity.

"Old Void Fry" was something he had requested from the Guild, and to immerse himself in the role of a shopkeeper, he had even carefully studied the cooking techniques of Pan-Fried Buns and other snacks.

The Guild was established by his followers, spanning the "outer world" in business. Oasis was one of their important trade areas, so he could be considered a merchant now.

The Guild had vast assets, and the hovering car they were in also bore the Guild’s mark.

If Song Lan was interested, "Nothingness" could take him to the Guild’s exchange in Lute, where they might encounter some officers from the Rebel Army.