My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Wen Jiade's heart skipped a beat. This was a critical moment. The support given to him by the powerful and influential people came at a price. They all relied on the output and dividends of the Mei Se series and could not afford any mistakes.

Recently, Wingard prayed to Dream Sky day and night, hoping that everything would be safe and smooth.

Calming down, Wen Jiade answered the call from his subordinate.

"what's up?"

"Sir, we've lost contact with an alchemy workshop at the dock."

"Which workshop?"

He set up quite a few workshops at the docks.

"The Anti-Aging Cream Workshop where Lord John is in charge hasn't sent back a signal for an hour."

Wen Jiade suddenly felt dizzy, as if he had been hit on the head, and could not stand steadily.

John is his confidant and a capable man who has followed him for decades. He is loyal and rarely makes mistakes in his work.

Even if you raise a dog for decades, you will develop feelings for it, let alone a human being.

The most important thing is how the workshop is doing.

"Send someone to check the situation... No, just watch from afar."

Wen Jiade stopped the communication via the voice stone, took a deep breath and remained calm.

He activated another voice stone, but before it could be turned on, new emergency messages came.

"Sir, the dock warehouse is on fire, and all the slaves hiding in the warehouse have been discovered."

"Oh!"

The ink pen rolled off the table and Wen Jiade held his forehead in pain.

Chapter 311 Parliament

There was a big news in the dock area today. An abandoned warehouse suddenly caught fire. The patrol personnel who were afraid that the fish pond would be affected rushed to the warehouse to put out the fire, but they found someone rushing out of the fire.

These strangers, who seemed to be born from the fire, were not harmed at all by the flames and spoke with obvious foreign accents.

The rescuers chatted with them for a few minutes and learned from their fragmented words that they were foreigners who were sold to Serkar from various places. They had been trapped in warehouses and underground to do labor for others for some time.

The curious people wanted to ask them a few more questions, but the Public Security Bureau arrived very efficiently this time and immediately rushed to the scene, saying that this was a very serious case of arson and kidnapping that required a detailed investigation.

Using this as an excuse, they isolated the survivors from outsiders and did not allow anyone to contact them.

But then another security team arrived and wanted to take over this group of people. The two security teams, obviously with different purposes, argued endlessly and had a conflict in public.

Realizing that this was a public place and there were reporters around, they stood there for a moment and then went to a place where reporters could not see them and discussed the survivors' fate behind closed doors.

Noita weighed the recording crystal in his hand from a distance, having anticipated the authorities' reaction.

She threw the recording crystal to Fei Xin.

"Here you go. I left one of the underground guards alive. You can do whatever you want with him."

Fei Xin held the crystal, thinking about how to use the underground information to attack Wen Jiade.

Noita saw what Fei was thinking and whispered, "If you don't find someone with enough influence to endorse you, and if no newspaper accepts your job, you are just looking for big news, not wanting to die."

The local forces will kill people regardless of whether they are black or white.

Someone with enough weight...

Fei Xin actually knew the two of them, but it was hard to say whether the Sky Patrollers would get involved in the political affairs of other countries. She lowered her head and thought deeply.

Suddenly, Fei Xin raised her head and looked at Noita, wondering, "Have you been wanting to take advantage of my relationship for a long time?"

"Yes," Noita admitted readily. "Since you have a Sky Surveyor background, why don't you use it? After all, they've helped you so much, so this one thing wouldn't make a big difference. They're just using their influence to testify for you. This doesn't directly prove the connection between the underground workshop and Wingard."

Noita placed her arm on Feixin's shoulder and said intimately, "This just shows that the remnants of Serkar's Cup Cult are extremely rampant, and we need to launch another special campaign to clean up the remnants of the Cup Cult. Does this have anything to do with Wingard? No, but we all know he will be affected."

Fei Xin's eyes were bright, as if she had seen something similar to the future.

But will the city hall launch the special campaign as planned? It's known that there are elders behind Wingard. Will those who know the connection between the two take the risk of offending the elders and do this?

Fei Xin already has the answer in her heart.

Will do.

Serkar is by no means a sinful city. There are righteous people and upright elders in the city.

When the evidence is brought to these elders, they are moved and determined to do something.

"I understand, thank you, Wei Ya."

Fei Xin held Noita's hand tightly, sincerely thanking her for her reminder.

She knew what to do.

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At the end of a day filled with bad news, Wen Jiade drank a bottle of purified anti-aging cream to relieve his fatigue.

Whether it was the closure of the underground workshop or the exposure of the human trafficking case, it was a serious blow to him, but more difficult situations were yet to come.

The questioning from behind the scenes is about to begin.

Wingard sat in front of a wooden chair, his fingers touching a theater model on the table.

A subtle wave of magical power flashed by, and in an instant his consciousness was absorbed by the model, transforming him into a long-nosed puppet. The spotlight was focused on him alone. There was only deep darkness under the stage, and the surroundings were as silent as death.

This is Parliament.

The powerful people of Serkar modeled their secret meeting place after the Council of Elders, a fake built by a group of servants of power.

"Pinocchio!"

A sharp voice like the cry of a night owl broke the silence of the stage. Along with the sharp voice, eyes lit up under the stage. The masked puppets sat in the audience, silently looking at Wingard.

The spotlight diffused the light, revealing the layout of the stage.

Shackles, branding irons, crosses, cages, burning coals... This was clearly a cruel interrogation prison.

The colorfully made-up puppet Du Juan landed under the light and stared at Wingard's puppet.

"You screwed up, Pinocchio! The Council placed countless hopes in you, but you rewarded us with failure and devastation! You need to pay for this!"

The puppet possessed by Wingard is called Pinocchio. Legend has it that its nose stretches when it tells a lie. In Parliament, it is used to hold the soul of a loser, and the rest of the parliament will judge Pinocchio based on the results of his interrogation.

The puppet Cuckoo is the mouthpiece of the parliament's will.

Wen Jiade defended himself, "This is just a leak in one place. The refining workshop is safe and sound, and there are no accidents in the refining workshops in other areas. The production of the anti-aging cream has only been affected to a certain extent, and your share will not be reduced."

The fact that the nose is not long means that Wingard did not lie and the share will not be small.

Dujuan's expression eased a little.

"The dock area has been under tight security lately. How are you going to get the raw materials?"

"The mountain folk also have gang members," Wingard said. "What Serkar lacks the most are irrelevant individuals. Apart from us and the elders, there's no one irreplaceable. Since we can't buy raw materials from outside, we can recruit locals. It just so happens that I recently instigated a gang war in East City. We can take advantage of the chaos to arrest some gang members and unruly residents. This will both maintain stability and increase production capacity."

"What a good plan! Kill two birds with one stone." Dujuan laughed. "Do you need our help?"

"If you are willing to lend a hand, I would be very grateful."

"Aid will arrive soon," Du Juan said. "The Council will give you another chance. Also, Wingard, find the little bug that's causing this trouble as soon as possible. We don't want something like this to happen again."

The cuckoo flies away, and Wingard passes the parliament's questioning.

The accountability ended when he said that the share would not be reduced, and then it was time for him to make big promises.

Although the process was quick, the price Wingard paid was no less.

The total amount of profit remains unchanged, but now the harvest has decreased. In order to maintain the same share, Wen Jiade has to sell his own interests. In other words, his own share has been reduced.

The council was dissolved and Wingard's soul returned to his body.

He pushed the little puppet away, stood up and left the study, heading somewhere else.

In the small house in the villa, Vic and several other people were waiting quietly for Wingard.

These are insiders sent by a powerful person through the Public Security Bureau. They know more inside information.

"Tell me, what exactly happened? Who is the enemy?"

Chapter 312 Human Monitor

Vic recounted in detail what he saw underground in a sad voice, emphasizing Noita's cruelty, her bravery, and her methods. In Vic's words, this sudden savior was simply a demon lord who fell from the sky, arrogant and rampant, and instantly took care of the guards.

Wen Jiade stood with his hands behind his back, looking back like an owl at night, asking coldly.

"Only one person?"

Vic hesitated for a moment, and hesitantly peeked at Wingard's expression, only to see that Wingard's expression was as gloomy as the sky in a rainy season. There was a hidden thunder in the depression, and any mistake might trigger a thunder strike, killing him.

The sudden fear made Vic's legs tremble, and he nodded hurriedly.

Without waiting for Wingard to ask any more questions, inspiration suddenly struck him. He exhausted all his brainpower to recall what had happened before, repeating the details of Noita's speech and describing her appearance and clothing clearly.

Wen Jiade listened coldly, turned around, and counted with his fingers hidden behind his back.

His intuition told him that Vic was not lying.

The attacking enemy was indeed the guy with Fei Xin.

The ghost lingers.

Wingard snorted coldly and asked again: "How did the enemy appear in the workshop? How did your boss die? What was the process?"

Everyone looked at each other, unable to explain.

Things happened so fast that some of them were a little far away from their superiors, and some happened to be moving people along with the flow of people. They didn't even know how they squeezed back into the crowd, let alone know these things.

When no one could answer, Wingard picked out the most panicked person and pointed at him. A faint green light flashed by, and the chosen person collapsed to the ground and died instantly.

He said unhappily, "You don't know this, you don't know that, so what's the point of keeping you here?"

It was a very direct threat, but Wen Jiade had absolute force, which made the servants even more frightened.

The shadow of death hung over everyone present. Vic racked his brain to recall the scene, but the more he tried, the blanker it became. Seeing Wingard about to start calling names again, his finger moving towards him, Vic almost suffocated. His brain, which had been thinking rapidly, became dark and bright, as if it were on the verge of death.

In this state of extreme fear, an idea suddenly popped up in my mind and a picture appeared before my eyes.

"The enemy appeared suddenly!"

Vic shouted his thoughts.

"Oh?" Wingard stopped moving his fingers and waited for Vic to continue.

"I seemed to see that vicious woman appear out of nowhere, like teleporting, catching you off guard. She also instantly revealed multiple bodies, attacking you from different angles."

Transmit.

Wen Jiade's eyelids suddenly twitched.

He had some estimate of his confidant's reaction ability. If he really teleported to attack, the magic swordsman should be able to detect the stiffness after the teleportation and counterattack.

The magic swordsman was unable to counterattack in time, and it would be difficult for me to counterattack as I am still in a weak state.

He was extremely worried about being attacked again.

Vic spoke without thinking for a while before he finished describing the image that suddenly appeared in his head.

After he finished speaking, the room fell into silence.

Because of Wen Jiade's deep contemplation, others did not dare to say much. They lowered their heads and waited for Wen Jiade's decision in depression.

Life and death are determined by the words of others.

"Very good, Vic, you've successfully proven that you are still useful."

In an emergency, this little guy can burst out with rare potential to deal with the problem, and he can be considered a talented person.

"I remember you were transferred from the Lango Club, and at that time, Varo said he would give me a gift."

When Vic heard Wingard bring up the matter of Varro, he immediately took the opportunity to tell him about his relationship with Varro.

"Thank you for your concern. I was working for Brother Varuo back then. When I became disabled, the Chamber of Commerce was kind enough to spend resources on my medical treatment, which allowed me to continue serving you." Vic recounted the past with sorrow. "But Brother Varuo can no longer share your worries. It is only thanks to your kindness that I have not followed in his footsteps."

Thinking of Varo's sudden death, Wingard sighed.

Mutual murders in Dongcheng District are commonplace. The cause of Waruo's death has not been determined to this day. Wingard estimates that he will never know the truth of this confusing matter.