Enforcer Manual
Chapter 987 - 895: Spiritual Food

Chapter 987: Chapter 895: Spiritual Food

Scallions, ginger, garlic, cinnamon, star anise, light and dark soy sauce, and top-quality beef brisket—just one word from "Nothingness," and the chamber of commerce would have everything ready.

At the top-floor luxury apartment in Oasis, one could take in the entire cityscape just by standing at the window. The comprehensive temperature control system made Song Lan feel as if he finally returned to modern society, no longer having to endure the biting wind and scorching sun as in Lute City, where the dry desert environment had chapped his lips considerably.

"His cooking skills are top-notch, much stronger than the chefs from the high-end restaurants hired by the chamber of commerce."

"Nothingness" sat on the spacious sofa, chatting and laughing with the guests.

After the meeting, "Rat" and Aishi naturally followed in the footsteps of the two, entering the door with them.

Everything seemed so harmonious and natural that Song Lan felt embarrassed to voice the question in his mind—who invited you?

He seriously suspected that "Rat" had stolen his skills, having met only a few times but straining to create an atmosphere of "we’re all bros," convincing "Nothingness" that "Rat" was one of Song Lan’s best friends.

Merely a financial product!

With a clean and efficient cut, the beef brisket on the cutting board was sliced into neat chunks. Hearing the noise from the kitchen, "Rat" instinctively shrank his neck.

He had always felt that Lu Xiang might be the most dangerous person in this world, and Song Lan, who was always by her side, was definitely a tough character. But due to the situation and the orders from the leaders above, they had to maintain this relationship, a dragon’s den he didn’t want to enter but had to.

Compared to the intense "Rat," Aishi was much more composed.

She curiously asked, "Is the rooftop open-air swimming pool also part of the apartment’s amenities?"

In fact, before coming to Oasis, she had coveted this luxury apartment for a long time. Unfortunately, unlike the wealthy United Government, the Rebel Army’s limited funds had to be allocated to crucial uses; their cadres lived very simply. After arriving in the Capital City, they had no big houses and all were stationed in Lira’s slums.

Every city has such a place.

It’s a haven for the unemployed and criminals, with a frighteningly high crime rate, somewhere the locals definitely want to avoid.

The only good thing was that if you could survive there, the cost of living could be surprisingly low.

Even in a prosperous city like Lira, the Brotherhood needed a dumping ground for "trash."

"It should be, the top floor is all assets of the chamber of commerce."

"Nothingness," sprawled on the sofa with his arms stretched out, dressed in a suit provided by the chamber of commerce, legs crossed, looking every bit like the Big Boss with deep pockets, "If you’re interested, you can try it out later. In addition to the swimming pool, there are also facilities like indoor hot springs and saunas."

"Please be sure to experience it!"

Before Aishi could even respond, the entire crew of the "Dead Man’s Lottery" show seemed eager to get going.

Aishi (limited to swimwear)—is that something the average person could see?

Aishi merely pursed her lips and smiled without giving a direct response, "I had no idea Mr. Song Lan was also skilled in culinary arts, truly an ace up his sleeve."

"I don’t know where he learned this ability either, considering our skills used to be nearly identical."

"Nothingness" had always known his cooking wasn’t something to brag about; he could never forget the time in the upper world when he and Song Lan whimsically made some homemade snacks for an old friend, who had to force them down with a grimace and bated breath.

But now, Song Lan had betrayed the organization and secretly maxed out his cooking skills on his own.

Before long, several bowls of braised beef were served, and "Nothingness’s" eyes lit up.

This was what he wanted.

Compared to the braised beef noodles, archaeologists, the Brotherhood, and even the Gene Master were all just insignificant side dishes.

Before long, the ever-tense "Rat" noticed the telltale signs in the beef noodles.

He looked around for a long time, assured that it was not an illusion.

His bowl was the biggest, with about one-third more content than the others, and it contained three to five more pieces of beef.

Even "Old Void," who was reputed to be Song Lan’s best friend, had not enjoyed such treatment.

In fact, they didn’t know "Old Void’s" real identity, and could only guess from his demeanor that he had close ties with the biggest chamber of commerce in the Neutral Country. After meeting, he simply introduced himself and told others to call him Old Void.

"Chief Song, is this..."

Yet he couldn’t finish his sentence.

Because when "Rat" turned his head, he saw Song Lan holding a kitchen knife, its sharp blade seemingly stained with bits of meat.

He felt chills running down his spine.

"You’re still growing, eat more," said Song Lan in a mild tone.

As the saying goes, if you want a horse to run, you must let it eat plenty. "Rat," being the most important financial product in his hands at the moment, had to be fed well and plump.

That way, when the time came to move in the future, "Rat" would have had all he could eat and drink, making the journey worthwhile.

"Okay, okay."

"Rat" shuddered slightly, not even daring to contest the obviously mismatched description of "growing," which did not fit his age or status.

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