The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 493 - 269: Exposure

Chapter 493: Chapter 269: Exposure

"They are... who are they?"

Hughes’s gaze involuntarily drifted over to Wolf and Jiang Shu.

Just clients of the company?

After he had sent that desperate message for help to Rift, he became hypersensitive to every change within the company that day.

The strange behavior of those two clients might not raise eyebrows in others’ views, but it was filled with a sense of incongruity in his eyes, prejudiced by his preconceptions.

Could it be that Rift had already infiltrated?

No, the legendary Rift was said to wear a suit of armor, and that burly man only had a metal hand.

That is to say, they could very likely be from another faction.

The police?

Had people from the police already infiltrated?

Were they plotting to capture Rift?

Suddenly, Hughes felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

He didn’t want the police to disrupt everything—wasn’t it enough just to let Rift kill the chairman...

It would be enough for the chairman to simply die.

That straightforward conclusion was what he desired.

Waiting for the police to gather evidence and deal with the chairman through the legal system...

The outcome was utterly uncertain.

When the police had approached him, he had also thought they could help him, but after he sent that plea for help to Rift, Hughes suddenly changed his mind.

The chairman was a villain, a scoundrel who should just die simply—why should one rely on the law to punish him?

Was the law really meant for people like us?

A sense of outrage unreasonably welled up in Hughes’s heart.

"Hughes! I’m speaking to you!"

The roar of the supervisor from the supervision team exploded in Hughes’s ears, and his body jolted with the sudden scare. Then he quickly reverted his gaze from Wolf and Jiang Shu to the supervisor’s face, who was in close proximity.

"Sorry, Supervisor! I shouldn’t have been distracted during work hours." Hughes didn’t make any excuses for his behavior but promptly stood up and bowed in apology.

Having been employed for a while now, he was quite aware of the behavior patterns of these supervision team members—it was futile to try to explain away any infractions of the company’s regulations.

The more one explained, the longer it would take, so it was better to acknowledge one’s mistakes early and have the supervision team move on as soon as possible.

"Is an apology all it takes?!" The supervisor, however, was not about to let Hughes get off so easily. He raised his hand and delivered a slap across Hughes’s face, "Hughes, your recent work performance is so distracted; are you still dissatisfied with the company?"

"Not at all, not at all. I was just momentarily distracted and not at all dissatisfied with the company." Hughes only felt a burning pain on his face but did not dare to touch it. Instead, he quickly lowered his head and explained.

He had forgotten a crucial fact—currently, he was a prime subject of the company’s scrutiny; even a minor infraction like daydreaming during work hours was not something that a simple apology could resolve.

"I realize my mistake, Supervisor." Hughes bowed deeply, his tone consistently submissive.

However, this humility did not win the supervisor’s magnanimity. A cruel smile appeared on the supervisor’s face.

Ever since Hughes’s last visit to the police station was discovered by the people from the Public Relations Department, he had been put on the special attention list.

Because of this, the supervision team leader had been lingering around Hughes’s work area, just waiting for the opportunity to catch Hughes slipping up during his shift.

No one can maintain intense concentration for a long time; he knew this well, so he easily made Hughes’s life miserable, and that was something his higher-ups were pleased to see.

When the boss is happy, he gets paid; that’s just the nature of the supervision team’s job.

As for Hughes...

Having stayed in Hughes’s work area for this period, not only Hughes but also his colleagues would surely feel immense pressure, and this, in turn, would become a driving force against Hughes.

People are always like that; justice, fairness, and goodwill are reserved for occasions when their own interests are not involved.

The supervisor was about to lash out when his attention suddenly shifted to Wolf and the other two standing in the hallway outside.

The supervisor didn’t recognize Wolf and Jiang Shu, but he did know Ms. Han; she would only make an appearance when dealing with important clients. Therefore, he slightly moderated his voice, "Come with me to the confinement room."

It was only when he spoke to Hughes again that he noticed Hughes’s gaze had stealthily drifted over to Ms. Han’s direction.

Something was amiss, very amiss—when did Hughes become so bold? Daring to have his head in the clouds while being scolded, right in front of him?

Was it audacity or for some other reason?

Suddenly, a peculiar curiosity arose in the supervisor’s heart. His everyday work was rather monotonous, so this spark of curiosity was a welcome diversion, and he decided he would play along with Hughes.

So, he directly picked up Hughes—his upper arm was even thicker than Hughes’s thigh, and lifting such a weakling was a piece of cake.

"You’re hiding something from me, but don’t worry, in the confinement room, you’ll talk," the supervisor said with an interested smirk, then repeated ominously, "I guarantee, you will tell me everything."