Then let the witch offer her loyalty

What does it mean to have two fingers?

2?

20?

Or 200?

What about the unit of time?

秒？

minute?

Or hours?

Dong Xiaobai was completely clueless in this regard and had no idea how long was considered normal.

Chen Moxin simply held up two fingers; she had no idea what that meant.

"Xiaobai?" Chen Wenzhe called out to Dong Xiaobai when he saw her in a daze.

Dong Xiaobai was immediately flustered and her mind was buzzing.

In desperation, she could only randomly choose an answer from the options of 2, 20, 200, as well as seconds, minutes, and hours.

"Two...two seconds..."

Chen Wenzhe's face was tense, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face was almost the color of a monkey's bottom.

However, as a father, for the sake of his son's dignity, he actually managed to suppress his laughter, coughed lightly, and said, "Well, it's normal for a boy's first time to be short."

"I'll contact the old Chinese medicine doctor I know in a couple of days and ask him to help me get some treatment."

Seeing that she had gotten away with it, Dong Xiaobai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Wenzhe's expression softened slightly, and he said in a gentle tone, "Xiao Bai, you've really worked hard this time. Tell me, what reward do you want? I bought a limited edition supercar while shopping the other day, how about I give it to you to drive?"

This time, Dong Xiaobai answered quickly. She shook her head and said, "Master, I want to participate in military special training and learn shooting and combat skills."

Chen Wenzhe was taken aback: "Why do you want to learn these things?"

“I’m interested in them.” Dong Xiaobai blinked.

Chen Wenzhe found it strange that a girl would be interested in such fighting and killing.

I've never heard her mention it before.

However, since the other party had made it clear, Chen Wenzhe did not refuse, as it was not a difficult matter.

"Okay, I'll contact some friends and see if I can find you a retired special forces instructor from the National Defense Forces to be your coach."

Dong Xiaobai nodded slightly: "Thank you, sir."

Chen Wenzhe waved his hand: "We're family, no need for thanks. Just rest these few days and don't do any work."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Dong Xiaobai left the living room and went straight upstairs to Chen Moxin's room.

Chen Moxin was getting ready to leave for work, tidying her appearance in front of the full-length mirror.

He looked at Dong Xiaobai through the mirror reflection and asked with a smile, "Did Lao Chen agree to the military training?"

Dong Xiaobai nodded: "Yes, I agree."

The requests that Dong Xiaobai made to Chen Wenzhe were actually all arranged by Chen Moxin.

Although he will work in an official institution in the future, it is not possible to rely on the government for everything.

Because "official" represents "rules".

Shortcuts often deviate from the rules.

For example, in the case of Liu Lan, Chen Moxin deviated from the rules in many steps.

If he had followed the proper procedures step by step, he would have been back in an unofficial position by now.

Therefore, in addition to establishing herself within the Administration Bureau, Chen Moxin also needs some helpers outside.

Such a helper must not only be capable of doing things that are inconvenient for him at critical moments, but must also be loyal enough to make him feel at ease entrusting his back to them.

For Chen Moxin, the person who best fits the criteria is Dong Xiaobai, whom she grew up with.

With Dong Xiaobai's physical talent, as long as he is properly trained, his strength will definitely not be a problem in the future.

As for loyalty, that's the least of our worries.

So Chen Moxin set a trap for Old Chen.

This would make Old Chen feel that his plan had succeeded and that he would not bother him again for a while.

Then, taking advantage of the situation, he made Dong Xiaobai request to participate in systematic military special training.

The fake maid—delicate and frail, she relies entirely on her master for protection when things happen, a complete waste.

The real maid—Roberto, Izayoi Sakuya.

Chen Moxin tidied herself up and walked out the door.

"I'm leaving, going to work."

"I'll give it to you."

"No need. Don't forget your persona. You just had your first time with me last night, so you should get some rest today."

"Oh..."

Chen Moxin arrived at the garage, randomly picked a low-key sedan, and drove through the daily morning rush hour in the metropolis, arriving at the management bureau an hour later.

He took out a small, opaque black bag from his pocket, placed it in the storage compartment by the car door, parked the car, and went to the interior office area.

Walking through the corridor into the administration building, the first thing you see is a detection door, which contains highly sensitive sensors that can detect everything a visitor is carrying and analyze its material composition.

There were also several guards and security personnel nearby. The former were fully armed and on duty at the sentry post, while the latter were manually screening people entering and leaving based on the feedback from the security screening machine.

The Administration Bureau is different from other general official agencies. The rules here are stricter. What the agents bring to work and what they take away after get off work must be clearly investigated.

Under the guidance of the safety officer, Chen Moxin underwent a full-body checkup.

A cell phone, a car key, a house key, a diamond-encrusted men's ring—that's all.

After passing through security, Chen Moxin clocked in and started work as usual.

The sick agent has returned, and the duties that Chen Moxin was in charge of have been automatically returned to her.

So, Palu, who was not officially employed, started handling all sorts of odd jobs again, spending the whole morning working on reports.

During the lunch break, Chen Moxin didn't go to eat lunch. Instead, she went to the restroom and hid in a stall.

[The suppression of rampant imagination is currently active.]

[Current usage status (2/3)]

[Remaining duration: 20:13:47]

This morning, he had already activated the [Raging Suppression] talent and released psionic energy twice without loss, leaving phase marks on two different things.

At this moment, he activated the phase imprint on the diamond-encrusted men's ring on his hand and initiated a phase shift with a final, lossless release.

The ring quickly crumbled and disappeared, turning into a black plastic bag left in the car that morning.

He opened the bag and poured out the tarantula robot and several miniature listening devices.

He placed a miniature listening device on the Tarantula robot, connected it to a mobile phone remote control app, and made it climb through the window to the personnel department's office floor.

Chen Moxin knew that, under normal circumstances, her chances of getting a permanent position this time were slim.

The number of permanent positions in the Administration Bureau is extremely valuable. Not only are a large number of people competing for just a few positions, but most of them also include disgusting people like "connections".

There are only two ways to beat those who get in through connections.

First, find a relationship that is more powerful than the other person's.

This is basically hopeless for Chen Moxin.

His family is wealthy, but Old Chen refuses to associate with people in the political arena and has never cultivated any connections in that area.

These days, you can't just give a gift whenever you want.

Since no one knows each other's backgrounds, even if you dare to give a gift, the big shot might not dare to accept it.

As for the daughter of a certain court committee member, she does have some dealings with me.

However, such superficial exchanges are probably not very useful.

To put it bluntly, who does he think he is? Why should someone ask their mother to give them special treatment?

So, only the second option remains.

If someone with connections is taking up a spot, then get rid of them and take the spot yourself.

The first step is to find out who the competitors are for this round of promotion from non-permanent to permanent positions, and who among them secretly made shady deals.

The tarantula robot quickly infiltrated the floor where the personnel department was located. It was lunchtime, and most people had finished lunch and returned.

Some of the staff were working overtime to finish the documents, some were taking a nap at their workstations, and others were leaning back in their chairs scrolling through short videos on their phones.

Department leaders all have separate offices, and compared to ordinary staff, their lunch break environment is better. They can not only play movies or music outside the office when the door is closed, but many leaders also set up a folding bed in their office so they can take a nice nap.

Chen Moxin manipulated the spider robot to go up and down, leaving listening devices in the offices and on the clothes of different leaders.

These items can be bought on the black market and have no traceable origin. He didn't leave any fingerprints or other traces on them, so even if someone discovers the bugging device, they can't trace him back to the "mole".

After finishing the arrangements, Chen Moxin returned to her office and continued doing odd jobs all afternoon.

Before leaving get off work, he went through security again and underwent another check.

The safety officer checked the documents and asked, "Didn't you wear a ring this morning? Did you leave it at your workstation?"

Chen Moxin sighed: "Don't even mention it. I went to the restroom at noon and accidentally fell into a pit."

The safety officer exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, that's terrible! That ring of yours doesn't look cheap. Did you get a plumber to help you get it out? Maybe it's stuck in the pipe and they can pull it out."

Chen Moxin immediately showed a look of disgust: "Forget it, even if it falls in there, I don't want it. Let it be."

The safety officer glanced at Chen Moxin a few more times.

Oh...

This person seems to be Chen Moxin, the unofficial operator who solo-killed the witch a couple of days ago.

I heard he's a rich kid, his family has so much money they can't spend it all.

No wonder they just threw away a perfectly good ring.

Ah, it's so good to be rich.

"You can go now." The safety officer gestured for Chen Moxin to go over and continue checking the next person.

Chapter 29 Monster

You were born in the summer of 42 years of the Long Night.

Your father passed away from illness before you could remember, and you were raised by your mother alone.

When you were a child, you often heard people say that your family was very prominent, and not just ordinary prominent.

You had no idea about this at first, until one year during the Chinese New Year, an old man came to visit your home.

You look and think, "Hey, isn't this the grandpa I always see in the news?"

Everyone calls him "His Majesty the Black Emperor".

You have been a very unique person since you were a child, unlike other children.

Children are often very innocent; they will answer any question and cannot even keep a small secret.

But you like to lie.

You often lie to other children, even though it doesn't do you any good; you still like to lie.

You find it amusing to see those children completely fooled by you.

All the other children have empathy, but you don't.

The year you started elementary school, war broke out in a neighboring country, and the news reported on the tragic plight of the refugees.

Many of your classmates and even teachers cried after watching the news.