Mythology Management System

"Fu Jiu, do you know what you're doing?" Wu Song's gaze toward Fu Jiu gradually became more cautious.

Judging from the monk's behavior just now, what Fu Jiu said is very likely true.

In other words, he was now planning to invite a wanted criminal to join his organization. How could Wu Song not be shocked?

"Officer Wu, there's no need to be surprised." Fu Jiu carefully examined Wu Song.

"There is indeed more to Lu Da's story than meets the eye. A major upheaval occurred at the Vajra Temple. In this world, only the victors are remembered, and he was merely a victim of this incident."

Feeling uncomfortable under Fu Jiu's gaze, Wu Song felt as if he could see right through him.

"This……"

After hesitating for a long time, Wu Song finally chose to refuse.

"No, regardless of whether he's been wronged or not, he has to come back to the police station with me. If he's truly innocent, we'll naturally give him justice!"

Wu Song's words came from the bottom of his heart, and his voice was powerful and resounding, but they still could not change Fu Jiu's mind.

Fu Jiu's gaze toward Wu Song turned somewhat strange, and he said with a half-smile, "Justice has always been in the hands of the strong. After what happened, don't you understand that?"

Wu Song's expression changed: "What do you know?"

"everything!"

"I know everything about you!!"

Fu Jiu counted on his fingers one by one, saying, "Whether it's the matter of you offending the White Shark Gang or the matter of you being protected by Di Qing of the law enforcement force, I know all of these things very clearly."

Feeling extremely angry at being investigated for no reason, Wu Song was furious.

He had clashed with the White Shark Gang earlier and almost died at their hands.

Later, it was Di Qing, the captain of the enforcement team, who saved him and invited him to join the enforcement team, thus saving him from the threat of the White Shark Gang.

The law enforcement force in Qingshui City was personally established by law enforcement officer Sun Xiaoman. Even if those people had a thousand times the courage, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble for the law enforcement team.

It can be said that Captain Di Qing saved his life, which is why Wu Song tried his best to repay this kindness.

"What's your purpose?"

Wu Song's tone had become somewhat unfriendly. He had indeed had some dealings with Fu Jiu before, and their relationship was quite good.

However, the Fu Jiu in front of him was clearly completely different from the person he knew. He was no longer as weak and powerless as before. Instead, he exuded endless vitality and confidence. Just by standing there, he could bring him a sense of oppression.

Wu Song was also extremely puzzled. Had something happened recently that caused him to change so drastically, or had he always been like this, and his previous weakness was just a cover-up?

Fu Jiu's smile remained unchanged as he said, "Actually, you are also one of our targets."

“Our organization has just been established and we need some manpower right now. Unfortunately, even if we search the entire Qingshui City, we can’t find many good candidates. You and this monk are two of them.”

Qingshui City has a population of one million, but only a handful of fourth-tier experts, demonstrating the scarcity of high-level cultivators.

They couldn't recruit fourth-tier experts, and third-tier cultivators all had their own pride; even if they were recruited, they wouldn't be easy to control. It was better to cultivate them themselves.

Therefore, they first shifted their focus to those promising second-tier talents.

There are at least a thousand second-tier cultivators in Qingshui City, a large enough pool to easily select a few dozen as subordinates. The problem is that they can't be chosen randomly.

Ordinary second-tier cultivators are not worth their attention. Those who are considered by them must be outstanding individuals among the second-tier cultivators or possess some special abilities.

"Me?" Wu Song pointed to himself, somewhat taken aback.

What's going on? Even he's been targeted?

An organization that recruits wanted criminals as members is probably not a good place; it is very likely a gathering place for gangsters or other lawless individuals.

Such an organization actually intends to invite him? Don't forget, he's a member of the law enforcement force now. Letting him join is like an old man hanging himself—wanting to die!

Wu Song laughed in exasperation, thinking it was like a thief turning himself in to the police, which was quite amusing.

"Fu Jiu, I don't know where you heard all this information. I'm a member of the law enforcement force now. If you want to recruit me, you've come to the wrong person!"

Fu Jiu lowered his head and shrugged: "Was I rejected?"

Fu Jiu casually tossed out a card and said softly, "Come find me when you've figured it out."

"One day you'll figure it out. Without enough power, the tragedy will still happen, and you can only continue to be a bystander, just like before."

"Qingshui City has been unstable lately. The things that happened to you back then are happening to other people all the time."

"If you want power, come to us. I will give you enough power, and it is even possible to help you advance to the fourth rank."

"Fourth rank?!" Wu Song's pupils shrank. How could this be?!

The fourth rank is already at the top of the food chain in Qingshui City. It's uncertain whether he can even reach the third rank in his lifetime, let alone the fourth rank.

Fu Jiu walked up to the Flower Monk who was still silently questioning his existence and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, Great Monk."

The Flower Monk glared at him with displeasure, clearly still holding a grudge about what had just happened, but doing so was of no use.

Finally, the monk steeled his heart and made the decisive choice... to endure it!

Well, this is what they call "a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan." Let's follow him and see what kind of organization this guy is talking about. If the treatment is good, staying might not be a bad idea.

There was nowhere left for him in the city. He came to Qingshui City just to make a living. If the treatment was good, he could stay. If not, he would find another chance to escape.

He was also curious whether what Fu Jiu had said earlier was true, and whether this organization really had the ability to elevate them to the fourth rank.

It doesn't sound scientific. He's been stuck at the second tier for most of his life, and the chances of him reaching the fourth tier in this lifetime are practically zero.

However, since the other party dared to say that, it at least shows that they have mastered a method to improve their strength faster, which should be better than him cultivating alone.

"Wait a moment!"

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Song finally spoke up: "Fu Jiu, was your strength also given to you by that organization?"

Fu Jiu paused, not turning his head, and said, "Of course, otherwise how could a cripple like me improve my strength to this extent in less than a month?"

A storm raged through Wu Song's mind, and he said bitterly, "Really, it only took a month to reach this level?"

Fu Jiu didn't answer, but waved for the Flower Monk to follow. He paused when he reached the corner, and his faint voice drifted behind him.

"Perspective determines status. What you consider to be an unattainable god is nothing more than a slightly more powerful human being in our eyes. With a little effort, we can catch up."

"Come find me when you've figured things out. The doors of Mythology will be open for you for the next few days, but whether we'll still be accepting people after that is another story."

At this point, Wu Song had lost all interest in capturing the Flower Monk. He knew he couldn't win anyway, and a direct confrontation would only result in him getting a severe beating from the two of them.

His mind was filled with Fu Jiu's words; the temptation to increase his strength was simply too great.

The White Shark Gang was powerful, and he had never even thought about revenge before. Fu Jiu's words gave him a glimmer of hope.

"How to do?"

Wu Song's thoughts were a bit confused, but he finally decided to go back to the police station first. Perhaps he should also take some time in the next couple of days to visit the organization that Fu Jiu had mentioned.