Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Boss Fumiguma".

Lin Bai gently pushed away the hand that Fuzhao was grabbing, his attitude resolute:

"There are some things in this world... that have to be done."

"Besides, you know me, I don't do business at a loss."

Seeing Lin Bai's unwavering and unyielding expression, Fuzuma opened his mouth.

All the words I wanted to say were reduced to a long, helpless sigh.

He slumped against the wall, pulled out a crumpled cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Fine... if you're looking for death, I can't stop you."

He exhaled a thick smoke ring, and the expression on the swamp's face turned somewhat desolate, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

"But it's good that you go. At least I won't have to worry about those two brats."

He turned his head to look at Iron Fist, who was craning his neck to look in this direction not far away, and Xie Qingtang, who was still cold-faced and wiping the blade again and again.

"I can't leave. The higher-ups said that the outer city will definitely be in chaos after the main force is withdrawn, so I have to stay and keep things under control."

Fuzuma's voice lowered, becoming pleading:

"Lin Bai, this team is full of brainless brutes."

"Qingtang is alright, but sometimes she's incredibly stubborn; and that idiot Tiequan is even worse, he can't think of anything else but fighting..."

"Keep an eye on them for me and bring them back alive."

Lin Bai looked at the powerful figure in the outer city who now resembled an old father sending his child to war, and felt somewhat moved.

I tried my best.

Lin Bai didn't rule it out completely: "As long as they follow orders, I'm 70% confident."

Seventy percent!

Fuminuma suddenly looked up, his fingers holding the cigarette trembling.

In a mission with a mortality rate as high as 99%, I dare say I have a 70% chance of success.

This kid is either crazy or he's really confident.

Lin Bai, however, was clearly not a madman.

"Good! That's enough."

Fuzuma stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes turning fierce again, reverting to his ruthless nature: "There's something I need to tell you in advance."

"The person leading this team is Zhao Kui, the newly appointed hall master, nicknamed 'Mad Saw.' He's the 'Bloody Executioner' of Sequence 9."

"This mad dog used to fight me for territory, and I killed a lot of his men. He's extremely violent, and if he leads this team, he might make things difficult for you."

"Be very careful."

Lin Bai nodded.

He silently muttered the name "Zhao Kui" to himself and smiled.

If you don't mess with me, that's fine.

If he dares to lay his claws on me... I wouldn't mind turning him into nourishment in the ruins.

......

The conversation ended.

Lin Bai turned and walked towards Tie Quan and Xie Qingtang.

"military adviser!"

When Iron Fist saw Lin Bai coming over, he was so happy that his big mouth was practically stretched to his ears.

A large, fan-like hand was about to pat Lin Bai's shoulder: "I told you I have the best eye for people! You're the one who comes through in crucial moments!"

Lin Bai sidestepped the "passionate palm strike" that was powerful enough to shatter an ordinary person, a half-smile on his face:

"Just now, Fuzuma said he's leaving you all to me. This time, I'm the boss, and you're the underling."

Iron Fist wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he pounded his chest loudly: "Fine! You can do it your way! You handle the brain work, I'll take care of the physical stuff!"

Although Xie Qingtang didn't say anything, his movements as he sheathed his sword were noticeably quicker.

When those cool eyes looked at Lin Bai, there was a rare hint of reassurance in them.

In her simple logic: Lin Bai = smart person = has many trump cards = powerful = able to survive.

"I'm leaving." Lin Bai waved. "See you tomorrow morning."

......

The next morning, at the east gate of Blackrock City.

The sky was so overcast it looked like it was about to collapse, and a thick haze shrouded the steel city walls.

Dozens of steam trucks were parked in the open space, their engines belching black smoke and roaring furiously.

Thousands of forcibly conscripted "cannon fodder" stood sparsely.

No one spoke; the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

Some people huddled in a corner, sobbing softly; some lay on the hood of a car, their hands trembling so much they could barely sign their names; and others numbly wiped the rusty rifle in their hands.

This is no expeditionary force; it's clearly a group of death row inmates lining up to get their numbers.

At the very front of the Brotherhood of Dust, a bald, burly man stood out from the crowd, perched atop a wooden crate.

He carried a modified chainsaw sword nearly two meters long on his back, and his bare upper body was covered with hideous stitched scars.

The two spiked shoulder armor plates looked like they were driven directly into the flesh; it looked painful.

Zhao Kui, Mad Saw.

"All of you, shut the hell up!"

Zhao Kui suddenly pulled the engine cable of the chainsaw sword.

"Buzz—!!!"

The ear-piercing sound of saw teeth turning instantly tore through the surrounding chaos.

He grinned maliciously, his bloodshot, bull-like eyes sweeping across the room: "Anyone who dares to wail again, I'll chop them up right now to give this sword a taste of life!"

"Since we're here, let's risk our lives! Anyone who dares to hold me back, I won't even need to use any tricks, I'll skin them alive!"

The overwhelming stench of blood silenced many people on the spot.

In the crowd, Iron Fist curled his lip in disdain and chewed his lollipop with a loud crunch.

"Tch, a mad dog that only bullies its own kind."

Xie Qingtang leaned against a supply box and closed her eyes to rest, as if everything around her was irrelevant to her.

"Is anyone still missing?"

Zhao Kui glanced at the pocket watch, a savage glint in his eyes:

"If you don't show up in one more minute, you'll be treated as a deserter, and your whole family will be hung on a streetlight!"

Just then.

"Boom—Boom—Boom!"

A deep, resonant engine roared to life.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a heavily modified off-road vehicle roared in.

The vehicle body was welded with armor plates up to two centimeters thick, and a menacing ram was added to the front.

Four massive off-road tires, wrapped with anti-skid chains, screeched as they rolled over the concrete.

Is this some kind of setup to crush someone?

"squeak--!!!"

An extremely arrogant drift and sudden stop.

The massive vehicle slid sideways for over ten meters, kicking up clouds of dust, before coming to a stop at the front of the line.

They were less than half a meter away from Zhao Kui's large face.

Thick smoke and exhaust fumes sprayed directly onto Zhao Kui's face and body.

"Cough cough cough! Damn! Who doesn't want to live...?"

Zhao Kui waved his hand to drive away the dust, just about to burst into a tirade.

The car door opened.

A gleaming black leather boot landed firmly on the ground.

Lin Bai got down.

He was wearing that gold-plated trench coat designed by Gu Canglan, looking languid.

He was clean, neat, and even had a relaxed air about him, which made him stand out from the group of disheveled cannon fodder around him.

And behind him.

A short, stocky butcher with a face full of scars and dark skin jumped out of the passenger seat.

He carried a huge pack on his back and gripped a boning knife tightly in his hand.

Although he looked fierce and menacing, his eyes were timid and hesitant, like a frightened rabbit.

This is Ah Qi in disguise, also known as "Ah Biao".

But it's not over yet.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, even the suspension of the SUV slumped.

The rear door was pushed open by a large hand covered in steel.

A terrifying figure, two and a half meters tall and shrouded in a wide black robe, slowly emerged.

With each step he took, the ground would shake.

Although his face was not visible, the oppressive aura emanating from him was enough to make many people afraid to look him in the eye.

This is Aya, fully armed.

Lin Bai ignored the pairs of stunned eyes around him, and also ignored Zhao Kui, whose face was gloomy and whose chainsaw sword was buzzing in his hand.

He put one hand in his pocket, revealed a warm smile, and waved to Tie Quan and Xie Qingtang in the crowd.

Good morning.

Looks like I'm not late.

......