Chapter 91: Young Man, Your Way of Thinking Is Very Dangerous [Tips Appreciated]

But today, the God of Tang had overturned the very ideas of these genetic warriors.

Hm? There are actually genetic warriors this unambitious?

Ye Ping, who normally talked with ease and wit, found himself unable to say a single word.

Facing Tang, he felt strangely tongue-tied and could not think of any words to persuade him.

Good heavens.

How hopeless was this?

This guy was simply too skilled at killing a conversation dead. Ye Ping could not handle it.

He could not help glancing toward the monitor, sending a plea for help to the powerful director hidden behind it.

Of course the director saw that look. His face darkened at once. What could he do?

He had been convinced by Tang’s words too.

They made too much sense. He could not refute them either.

“What am I supposed to do? I’m also deeply hopeless,” the director muttered in his office.

Who could have guessed how one was supposed to save a genetic warrior who did not want to become strong?

His ideals ran completely against yours. What could be done?

Were they really supposed to cash it out for him?

They were here to train strong fighters, not to keep idle men!

If they truly gave him the conditions Tang had described, they would probably be torn apart with criticism. Such generous treatment, just to support a shut-in who stayed home all day playing games?

If he never took missions and never worked hard to grow stronger, would a rookie like that not be insta-killed the moment he stepped outside?

Wait. Something seemed off.

The director suddenly rose from his chair, silently opened the door, walked down the corridor, and reached the room where Tang and the others were.

Ye Ping immediately stood and said respectfully, “Director, you’re here.”

In truth, he had only tried his luck just now. He had never expected the director to actually come, so his expression was full of surprise.

“The director?!”

Even Tang was startled. His eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face as he asked, “This is your director?”

The other genetic warriors from outside also seemed to be seeing the head of this special department for the first time, and surprise flickered across their faces.

“That’s right. This is our director, one of the top experts in the bureau,” Ye Ping said seriously.

The director wore a kindly smile. “Little brother Tang, what is it? Surprised to see me?”

Tang’s mouth twitched. He looked at the director: round belly, round head, practically no neck; fine, not every expert needed to be handsome, but he even copied the receding hairline of others. If he walked down the street, anyone could tell at a glance that he spent too much time sitting in an office. An ordinary middle-aged uncle, plain beyond plain.

As for the bearing of a master?

Sorry. None at all.

Tang gave a very honest nod. “Very surprised.”

“Oh? In what way are you surprised? My temperament? My handsomeness? Or have you already discovered my refined inner grace?” The director’s little eyes brightened at once, as though his interest had been piqued. He pressed on eagerly.

The moment this plainly average-looking director said that, everyone visibly twitched at the corners of their eyes, Ye Ping included, who quickly covered his mouth.

But none of them dared laugh. This was a true big shot; offending him could be fatal.

Tang was also stunned. This director was really confident! Saying he was handsome, fine, that was because he truly was handsome.

But where did this director get his confidence?

From the way his shirt was neatly tucked beneath his stomach?

From those three layers of flesh under his chin where a neck should have been?

Or from that gleaming bald spot visible even inside the room?

Tang was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a shameless person before.

Did he have no shame? No shame at all?

“None of those.”

Tang answered directly and decisively, making the others freeze. The director also paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for what came next.

Tang continued, “I’m just surprised your zipper isn’t closed. Director, were you just with a female secretary? I’ve heard a saying: when there’s work, the secretary does it; when there’s no work, you do the secretary. I really admire the leisurely life people like you enjoy.”

Following Tang’s pointed finger, everyone immediately saw that the director’s fly was indeed wide open. More importantly, where Tang was looking, there seemed to be a trace of white liquid, and his gaze was exceedingly meaningful.

Then, hearing Tang’s next words, everyone’s face twitched uncontrollably.

The director, who had been waiting for praise, stiffened at once. He had not expected Tang to speak so unexpectedly when he was absent, and even less expected this once he appeared.

That one line nearly threw out his old back, especially the one after it.

A saying? “When there’s work, the secretary does it; when there’s no work, you do the secretary.”

Damn it, when had that ever been a saying?

But to be fair, it sounded so smooth and so well-balanced.

If the secretary was a beautiful woman, the line actually made a lot of sense.

He could not help recalling that the secretaries of several old friends of his all seemed to be gorgeous women with big chests and rounded hips. So that was what it meant. Those guys had been thinking that way all along. How wicked.

On further thought, it did seem remarkably accurate.

Still, this did not seem like the time to think about that. He smiled awkwardly, turned slightly aside, pulled up his fly, and gave a thumbs-up. “Little brother, you speak with real skill! Anyone can tell you’re educated. But you’re mistaken this time. I don’t have a female secretary. Only a male one.”

Tang immediately seemed to spot something extraordinary. His eyes widened as he looked at the director, then raised a thumb as well. “Amazing! Amazing!”

The director was baffled. What was amazing about that?

But since the other man was praising him, he hurriedly said, “It’s all right. Not bad.”

At that, Tang became even more impressed. “A true warrior dares to face his own preferences and confront his own life. I’ve learned, I’ve learned!”

The director listened in confusion, though no matter how he heard it, it sounded like flattery. Since it was praise, he should just smile.

The others were equally bewildered. What did this mean? They could not quite understand it at first.

Ye Ping’s mouth twitched, and his face darkened terribly. At last he could not help interrupting. “I am the director’s secretary. Tang, your thoughts are very dangerous.”

He was practically in pain. Who told him he was clever? He understood the true meaning behind Tang’s words in an instant, and it was precisely because he understood it that his face turned black.

Damn it, to say he and the director...

What the hell!

“Ah?!”

Tang was also stunned, and then his old face flushed red. He really had gone off on the wrong tangent. He quickly coughed awkwardly and unleashed a super skill: “Um... well... let’s talk about why I came here to undergo the investigation.”

Yes, change the subject. Definitely change the subject.

This director seemed to be a top expert. Tang did have some strength now, but in the real world he was still not at the level of a true peak powerhouse. Fortunately, this fellow seemed not to have grasped the meaning behind his words. If he did and got angry enough to strike, what then?