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Chapter 392. The Truth Definer

For some reason, after hearing that Summers earned a monthly salary of 200,000 and received a year-end bonus, Jiang Jianxin felt inexplicably sour.

She remembered two years ago, before the apocalypse began.

She was a recent college graduate at the time, fighting tooth and nail against eighteen competitors for a job with a monthly salary of six thousand.

The position was only open for two people, and the HR department had scheduled three rounds of interviews. After finally reaching the final round, the interviewer hesitated for a long time before saying:

"Although your resume is excellent, we still prefer male candidates, so what do you think..."

Jiang Jianxin couldn't remember the specifics of that job anymore. All that remained in her memory was the heavy sense of confusion she felt during graduation season, and the countless resumes she sent out that never seemed to find their way back to her.

Just when she was feeling most lost, she opened the diary from her childhood.

Many fantasy stories leave extraordinary opportunities to teenagers, but seem to forget that adults also dream of soaring through the air on swords.

On that day, when the Tangguang Sword arrived with its clear, cold light, what she saw was a fantastical world truly open to adults.

Although it has been two years since then, Jiang Jianxin, standing on the sun-baked cobblestones of the Wizarding World with the Tangguang Sword at his waist, still vaguely recalls those days.

After all, the day that changes one's life is something that everyone will repeatedly reflect on and find unforgettable in the years to come.

Hearing about the high-paying job of the person next to him with a monthly salary of 200,000, Jiang Jianxin was reminded of the past and felt a little envious.

Summers was unaware that the person he admired was also admiring him.

The two walked back to the hospital in silence, envying each other.

The effects of the medication wore off quickly, and Jiang Jianxin only made it to the corridor outside the hospital.

She squatted down and gagged twice, then a sharp pain swept over her lungs. She curled up in the corner of the corridor, and Summers hurriedly called a nurse.

"Wow---"

More than a dozen nurses rushed over, pushing the emergency gurneys, the wheels screeching against the ground.

Jiang Jianxin was gently and quickly moved onto the bed. The moment the cabin door closed, cold sweat could be seen on her pale face.

The bed was pushed toward the treatment room, and the shadow of the person stretched out and disappeared under the cold white light.

The treatment chamber could temporarily stabilize her pain—a technique developed through repeated treatments.

Summers watched the treatment room door slowly close, took a deep breath, and the smell of disinfectant in the air filled his nostrils.

A nurse came running over to remind them:
"Dean, a scheduled surgery is starting in one hour."

"understood."

Summers walked to his office, put down his dusty coat, and put his signature pink lab coat back on.

This jacket is Rose Medical's work uniform, and pink is the symbol of Rose Group and the representative color of Junyunqi's business empire.

In this continent, no one can see pink without feeling a jolt.

Summers changed his clothes and dialed Jun Yunqi's number.

"Beep...beep..."

"Hello, this is Assistant Number Three. Please state your position and the matters you are reporting on."

A well-trained, sweet voice came from the other end of the phone. As the head of the Rose Group, Jun Yunqi had hundreds of thousands of employees under his command, and tens of thousands of communications attempted to access the president's office every day.

Her lines are never directly accessible to the public; all incoming calls must be routed through an assistant.

Assistants are divided into ten levels, with lower numbers indicating higher authority.

Assistant Number Three was the highest level Summers could reach—above that level were the exclusive channels for the heads of core departments such as Rose Transportation and Rose Intelligence.

Summers identified himself to Assistant Number Three and briefly explained the contents of the report.

Since it concerned Jiang Jianxin, he judged that this message should be able to reach the highest level.

Sure enough, less than a minute after the information was submitted, the line was transferred to the president's office.

"Does Summers have a briefing on her?"

Jun Yunqi's voice came through the microphone. She had clearly worked late into the night, and her tone was slightly tired, but still very authoritative.

Summers said seriously:
"Yes, President. It's like this, Ms. Jiang Jianxin's condition has improved recently. This morning she asked to go for a walk, so I accompanied her."

In the Red Sparkle Street area in front of Rose Medical Center, Ms. Jiang Jianxin wiped out the people at an illegal restaurant. This incident may have already attracted the attention of the Vulcan Church. To prevent the situation from escalating further, we hope you will intervene to resolve this matter.

Jun Yunqi tapped her fingers on the table. As the group's president, she was naturally very familiar with the situation of the group in each of its locations. The "black restaurants" in the wizarding world referred to those restaurants that ate people.

To be honest, even after experiencing the worldviews of four different worlds, she still felt that the rules of the wizarding world were the most absurd and the most divisive.

As for her close friend Jiang Jianxin, Jun Yunqi knew all too well that she would never tolerate such a person.

Directly wiping out a restaurant is indeed Jiang Jianxin's style.

"Is there a first eyewitness?"

Jun Yunqi ran his fingertips over his snow-white mink coat, his tone unchanged, but he had already switched from a business leader in the white industry to a ruler in the black industry.

"They were all killed."

Summers answered.

"Are you sure it's been cleaned up?"

"confirm."

Jun Yunqi smiled slightly, his gaze falling on the face of Du Lan, the head of Rose Intelligence, on the screen beside him.

It was a round, sweet, and almost harmless face, like a member of an idol group called "Little Cake" before the apocalypse, with curved eyebrows and eyes, showing no sign of aggression.

It's hard for anyone to imagine that she actually controls the most secretive and darkest force in Jun Yunqi's hands—Rose Intelligence.

"Can you handle this, Du Lan?"

Junyun looked at his most capable subordinate with a smile in his eyes.

The little cake on the screen smiled sweetly, its innocent, downturned eyes brimming with undisguised ambition and cunning.
"Without video footage, without eyewitnesses... then the truth will be defined by the Rose Group."

Du Lan spoke softly, her tone as gentle as icing sugar, yet as clear as a blade.

I'm sorry, everyone. I shouldn't have thought I could definitely finish writing it and took a short break to play (>﹏<). How can someone be so playful? I'm speechless about myself. There's another chapter after this one. I'll stay up all night to write it and I'll finish it for you all!