Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Lin Bai frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the silent underlings in the room.

A hint of hesitation and...disdain appeared on his face.

"Master, thank you for your hospitality. But I see that your place..."

Lin Bai hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed.

"To be honest, I feel like the guys at our boxing gym aren't quite smart enough."

"Even if I wanted to join the Dust Brotherhood, I don't necessarily have to join through the boxing gym, right? After all, I'm an academic, and I'm afraid I won't have anything in common with everyone."

All the underlings: "..."

That really hurts, bro.

While we may indeed lack education, you can't just say it to our faces!

Iron Fist was taken aback, but he quickly realized what was happening. Instead of getting angry, he slapped his thigh and panicked.

"Hey brother! You're completely unaware of this!"

Iron Fist pointed at his group of underlings with a serious expression and forced an explanation:

"While these kids aren't exactly bright and don't understand the laws of thermodynamics, they're all honest!"

"Honest?" Lin Bai raised an eyebrow.

"That's right! Look!" Iron Fist pointed at the crowd and analyzed with righteous indignation:

"When they thought you were a good-for-nothing gigolo just now, they genuinely looked down on you. Their mockery was so sincere and heartfelt; they didn't hold back at all!"

"Now that you've defeated the mad dog and displayed your genius, they're genuinely afraid of you and truly admire you. Look at them, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound. How real is that?"

"What does this show? It shows that the people at our gym are down-to-earth! They don't do any of that fancy stuff! Their emotions are all written on their faces!"

He thumped his chest, beaming with pride: "In this treacherous world, where can you find such a pure and honest team?"

Lin Bai's lips twitched.

Good guy.

To describe "opportunistic" and "bullying the weak and fearing the strong" as "simple" and "honest" shows that Iron Fist is a master of interpretation.

This unique thought process certainly fits the name "Iron Fist".

"What you said... seems to make some sense." Lin Bai seemed to be convinced and nodded reluctantly.

"Alright, since the curator is so sincere, then I'll respectfully accept."

"Hahaha! Great!"

Iron Fist was overjoyed and slapped Lin Bai's back hard, making a "bang bang" sound.

He turned around, facing the room full of thugs who were still in shock, took a deep breath, gathered his energy in his dantian, and let out a thunderous roar:

"Listen up, all of you!"

"From this day forward, Mad Dog Rhodes is expelled from the Dust Brotherhood!"

"This brother is officially joining our gym as a special advisor!"

"His words are my words! Anyone who dares to disrespect him is disrespecting my iron fist!"

"Did you understand?!"

boom!

This caused an uproar throughout the entire venue.

Special Advisor?

Is his word the word of Iron Fist?

A direct parachute appointment of the second-in-command?

But looking at the bloodstains on the ground that hadn't dried yet, and then at Lin Bai's face, which maintained an elegant smile as if everything was under control.

And the owner's "I'll beat up anyone who opposes me" attitude.

No one dared to raise any objections.

This is the rule of the outer city.

Might makes right.

Having a good mind is the key to everything.

Lin Bai, on the other hand, has both fists and brains.

"I've met with the advisor!"

It's unclear who started it, but the scattered voices quickly coalesced into a torrent that shook the dome of the entire fighting arena.

"I've met the advisor!!!"

Lin Bai smiled slightly.

Looking at this group of fanatical... "honest people".

Raise your hand and press it down.

"Okay, okay... everything's fine... everyone go ahead and get busy, go ahead and get busy..."

......

Second floor VIP room.

It's called a VIP room, but it's really just a simple warehouse.

The smell of cheap tobacco mixed with the sour odor of fermented alcohol in the air was enough to knock mosquitoes unconscious.

Several rusty serrated knives and the skulls of several unknown calamity beasts hung on the wall, their empty eye sockets staring at the people in the room, exuding a rugged aesthetic unique to the wasteland.

The iron fist slammed into the leather sofa, and the poor sofa let out a miserable scream as if it was about to fall apart at any moment.

He crossed his legs and casually pulled two bottles of wine from the wine box at his feet.

He used his back teeth to bite open the bottle cap with a "pop" and handed one bottle to Lin Bai.

"Here you go! 'Flaming Whiskey,' a special supply from the outer city. It's diluted with more water than whiskey, but it's incredibly strong—it'll burn your throat!"

Lin Bai took the bottle, but didn't drink it; he just held it in his hand and gently twirled it.

At the entrance, Ah Ya stood like a silent guardian deity, most of his body shrouded in shadow.

By the window, Black Mamba held a piece of deerskin in his hand and was wiping his black dagger.

Even in this "one of our own" setting, her muscles remained taut, like a black panther ready to pounce at any moment.

Iron Fist tilted his head back and took a big gulp, letting out a deafening burp.

The fervor in his eyes faded, replaced by a look of worry.

"Brother, let's be frank." Iron Fist wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

"I have no doubt about your skills, considering you were able to beat that mad dog like that."

"But these days, what the outer city has no shortage of are tough, reckless men; what it lacks is..."

Iron Fist pointed to his temple, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth:

"That's what's missing. You say you're a scholar, so let me test you."

Lin Bai paused slightly as he fiddled with the wine bottle.

Leaning back to adjust to a more comfortable position, he said, "Master, please give me your question."

"Recently, there's a bunch of scum called the 'Bloody Hands Gang' who's been trying to take over that abandoned mine tunnel in the West District from me."

Mentioning this, the fat on Iron Fist's face twitched, clearly indicating he was quite angry.

"That's our gym's lifeline; it's related to a very important distribution channel."

"But I sent several groups of brothers over there, and they were all brought back by trickery."

He scratched his buzz cut in frustration, making a sizzling sound.

"Those bastards have no sportsmanship! When they can't win a direct confrontation, they resort to underhanded tactics! They launch sneak attacks, plant mines, and even put powerful laxatives in the water source!"

"My brothers here are all so exhausted from pulling that their legs are about to give way. They have so much strength but nowhere to use it. It's so frustrating!"

After speaking, Iron Fist leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Lin Bai, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"If it were you, how would you resolve this situation?"

This is not just consultation; it's a pledge of allegiance.

If Lin Bai's proposed solution is still "to lead men in and cut them down," then the "special advisor" position he just mentioned is nothing more than a nice-sounding but empty title.

Lin Bai did not answer immediately.

He mentally tapped on the "parchment" that he both loved and hated.

......