Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

On the top floor of the military headquarters, Min Xinghe stood by the window, gazing in the direction of the research institute. No explosion was heard until dawn. He rubbed his stiff back and shuffled back to his seat.

"How exactly did they find out...?"

The murmurs were muffled by the office. Xie Yimian, who had also been up all night, now had his glasses carelessly tossed on the desk, his eyes bloodshot, and his hair disheveled; he no longer possessed the composure of the head of the secretariat.

As his work hours were about to begin, he suddenly stood up, went into the break room, and splashed his face with cold water. When he came out of the break room again, he was back to being the same Secretary Xie he always was.

"Mr. Min, you look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

In Min Xinghe's office, Xie Yimian looked at the person sitting back in the chair, then turned to get the medicine from the cabinet.

"No need to bother anymore, I just didn't sleep well last night."

Xie Yimian glanced at the other person discreetly through the glass of the cabinet, then turned away nonchalantly. "Do you need to see a doctor? Your sleep quality seems to have been poor lately."

"I'm getting old, my body is getting worse and worse, what a pity."

"What's a pity?"

Min Xinghe looked up at Xie Yimian. Perhaps it was because he had sorted out his thoughts, but Xie Yimian felt that his appearance had changed. When exactly did it start to change?

Min Xinghe smiled, did not answer his question, and simply waved for him to leave.

"Then please call me if you need anything."

Xie Yimian closed the office door and strode towards the elevator. After descending two floors, he returned to the secretariat and called a few people over.

"Go and check if anything happened in the city last night. Don't overlook anything suspicious."

Now that the military is under the control of Min Xinghe, no one will question Xie Yimian's words as his capable assistant.

He turned on his personal terminal, looked at the name on it, and still dialed a communication number. The call was answered after a long time, and a hoarse voice squeezed out, "Wu Qian, is General Ji being framed?"

Suddenly, a sound of something overturning came from across the way. Xie Yimian took off his glasses, pressed his temples, and his face darkened considerably. In a place like the military headquarters, he could not accept that his opponent had been subdued by such underhanded means.

"Xie Yimian, who are you trying to fool with this act? Min Xinghe is right next to you listening." Wu Qian kicked the table hard, his voice shrill. "Wasn't getting General Ji locked up enough? Now you want to come and laugh at us too?"

"Wu Qian, calm down, I'm all alone."

"Fuck you, you four-eyes." The person on the other end spat and hung up.

"Tsk."

Xie Yimian stared at the disconnected screen. Could this person have answered his call just to hurl this insult...?

I called back three times in a row, but the other party hung up on me each time. Great, I've got it figured out, I just wanted to yell at him.

Xie Yimian had no choice but to send pictures and text instead. Fortunately, Wu Qian wasn't heartless enough to block him. Maybe he just didn't have time, but whatever, as long as he could get in touch.

As expected, Wu Qian replied to the call after reading what he sent. Xie Yimian sat up straight, adjusted his glasses, and cautiously pressed the answer button with one finger.

"Four-Eyes, are these things reliable?"

"I've put up with you for a long time. I only called you once because I didn't want to argue with you, but you're still pushing your luck."

"You treated General Ji the way Min Xinghe did, so what's wrong with me scolding you a bit! General Ji is still suffering a lot in the Operations Department!"

Hearing the sudden sob in the voice on the other end, Xie Yimian pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and decided to endure it for today.

Meanwhile, Ji Liang, whom Wu Qian was worried about, was sitting in the monitoring room with Lan, watching Qin Yaoming and Zhao Yifan interrogate Li Tianming and the others.

"I'm afraid we won't find anything out during the interrogation."

Ji Liang looked at the silent people on the surveillance screen. Apart from Li Tianming and Liang Shichang, everyone else had confessed what they knew, but this information was already known to the Operations Department. He had enough evidence in his hands, so there was no need to do anything more.

"It's just for show. If we keep those people on edge for a while, we might get some unexpected results."

Ji Liang nodded and continued watching the surveillance footage.

"Li Tianming, are you still not going to confess?"

In the monitoring room, Li Tianming was handcuffed to his seat, his eyes closed, ignoring Qin Yaoming's words. Seeing his posture, Qin Yaoming scoffed, opened the documents on his personal terminal, and scrolled through them page by page. The chair beneath him had its two front legs raised, swaying back and forth, which, combined with the disdain on his face, made him somewhat annoying.

"A mechanical head? I heard you've been researching it for decades, but it seems you haven't come up with anything. Can this really be implemented on a human body? Aren't you afraid that the person will die before you even start operating it?" Glancing at the person whose breathing was getting heavier, Qin Yaoming amplified his sarcasm to the maximum. "Does the person who made you research this thing know how ugly the finished product is? If I had to wear such an ugly head every day, I wouldn't even dare to leave the house."

"You brat! What do you know!" Li Tianming suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Qin Yaoming. "Once it's successful, repairing the exterior later will be a piece of cake."

"Oh, so it hasn't succeeded yet. Will the people behind you survive until you succeed?"

"Don't curse the Great..." Realizing he almost let something slip, he paused, then roared, "If the space pirates hadn't accidentally intercepted the research samples, I would have already entered the second stage!" Because of his emotional outburst, Li Tianming's face turned red, and the anger in his eyes almost materialized.

In another monitoring room, Liang Jingxin was also trying to provoke Liang Shichang in order to find a weakness, but unfortunately, this man had more composure than Li Tianming. Suddenly remembering something, he put one hand on the table, leaned closer, and said, "Liang Yin said something before she died that I found quite interesting. A dying person's words should come from the bottom of their heart, right?"

Seeing the other person's fingers twitch slightly on the armrest, Liang Jingxin lowered his voice slightly, "She said, 'The sun in Sakanan never sets.' I didn't expect her to admire the Emperor so much; even on her deathbed, she still wanted to show her respect."

Liang Shichang frowned, his lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately said nothing. However, Liang Jingxin could tell from his expression that he had used quite vulgar language, probably harboring resentment towards Liang Yin for doing something foolish before her death.

"Everyone says the Operations Department operates in a special way, and I've seen it for myself." Ji Liang pointed at Qin Yaoming and Liang Jingxin in the picture, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his personal style quite distinctive.

Jiang Heng got bored waiting in the lounge, so she texted Lan to ask where Ji Yan was. She then strolled downstairs to look for him and also to reassure Ji Xianming.

Inside the medical room, Wen Lin was leading a group of people to verify the identities of the robots. When Jiang Heng entered, he saw Ji Yan sitting on a hospital bed, head down, lost in thought. He moved closer and waved his hand in front of his face. The other man paused, then looked up.

"Shall I take you to have a video call with your father?"

Ji Yan's eyes flashed red as he jumped off the bed, staring at Jiang Heng and stammering, "Is it okay? I miss him."

Jiang Heng smiled and nodded at him, "Of course, come with me."

The red light in Ji Yan's eyes became even more dazzling. Jiang Heng couldn't help but wonder, who designed this? What kind of aesthetic is this? Why do his eyes glow when he's excited?