What a pity. Mr. No-Fun had made a rare visit in person, even brought Ji Jue a chance to earn some credit, and asked him for help. And it somehow had nothing to do with ordering a hit on somebody?!

Although, in this case, “somehow” should probably have been “as expected,” Ji Jue still felt a wave of disappointment, as if he had missed out on a wealth of useful material.

Fortunately, when Tong Shan wasn’t pulling rank, he was actually pretty considerate. He did not say anything ridiculous like “lend me your head for a moment[1].” Instead, he asked Ji Jue to take a good look at himself and focus on his actual line of work.

Murder? He was the head of Cliff City Security Bureau’s First Division. When the director was absent, he was the acting director. If he wanted to kill someone, he would not even need a blade, much less need to come to Ji Jue.

You’re an Ember Chosen One. Why is your mind filled with nothing but fighting and killing every day? Get over here and help me with production, repairs, and rebuilding already!

“I recently received a batch of standard equipment from the Craftsmen Association, and some of it is damaged. I’d like to ask for your help to repair it.”

“That’s all?” Ji Jue slapped his thigh. “You were acting so serious, I thought you wanted to kill the governor!”

Tong Shan’s face darkened. Ji Jue realized that something wasn’t quite right.

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