Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Just as Lin Bai was about to find a comfortable sofa to continue his "paid slacking off" for the day.

A black figure appeared silently in front of him, blocking his way.

The surrounding noisy air seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Lin Bai looked up and saw a pretty face that was as cold as ice, as if she owed her five million.

Black Mamba, Xie Qingtang.

This female assassin, who usually wanted to hide in the shadows, stood stiffly in the center of the hall, her face even more rigid than usual.

She was wearing her signature black tank top, and the short knife she always carried was not drawn at this moment.

But the muscles in her body were taut, like a fully drawn bow.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Bai's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

He sensed trouble.

Black Mamba looked at him, a faint hint of confusion flashing in his otherwise unwavering eyes, as if he were trying to find the right words.

But for a "straight woman" like her who would rather take action than talk nonsense, explaining this kind of thing is harder than killing someone.

Finally, she chose the most straightforward and unemotional statement:

"The curator is looking for you."

"He's smashing things in the office; he's already damaged two vases and a table."

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow.

Iron Fist, although short-tempered, is always very restrained with his own people and is extremely greedy.

It could make him so angry that he smashed his own furniture...

It seems this is a serious matter.

Lin Bai pondered for a moment, then stood up and dusted off the corner of his clothes.

"Let's go."

Lin Bai walked past Black Mamba and headed straight for the stairwell, a smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go see what kind of trouble our lord has encountered."

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The office door was violently pushed open.

A pungent smell, a mixture of tobacco and gunpowder, instantly hit us.

The room was a complete mess.

The solid wood desk that was used to decorate the storefront was now broken into three pieces.

The cuts were jagged, as if they had been forcibly torn open by some kind of heavy hydraulic shears.

Amidst the wood chips scattered on the floor, Iron Fist sat shirtless on the only surviving object—the armrest of the sofa.

His muscular physique, seemingly forged from steel, was undulating violently, with veins bulging like earthworms crawling all over his body, throbbing with each breath.

Upon seeing Lin Bai enter, Iron Fist took a deep breath.

He grabbed the coat next to him and haphazardly put it on, trying to hide the barely contained aura of violence that seemed about to explode.

"They're here."

His voice was hoarse, as if there was sandpaper stuck in his throat.

Lin Bai walked past the furniture "corpses" on the ground without glancing to the side, found a chair that could still be sat on, and elegantly crossed his legs.

"It seems the owner has nowhere to vent his anger."

Lin Bai glanced at the trembling new vase in the corner, his tone light and casual.

"What did these things in the office do to deserve this?"

"Don't even mention it! It's such bad luck!"

Iron Fist spat angrily and pulled a lollipop from his pocket in frustration.

He stuffed the candy into his mouth without even unwrapping it properly, and crunched it to pieces.

"After we took down the Blood Hand Gang last time, the higher-ups had already given their approval, and your core permissions would be granted immediately."

At this point, Iron Fist slammed his fist into his thigh with a loud "bang," which sounded painful.

"And these past two days, those bastards from the Bone Sanctuary have been acting like mad dogs! They've raided three of my territories!"

"They not only looted the goods, they killed them all! More than thirty of our brothers!"

Iron Fist's eyes were bloodshot; he was truly enraged.

"Right now, everyone upstairs is questioning my abilities, and as a result, your application has been blocked!"

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow slightly, his slender fingers gently tapping his knee.

"So, that's your excuse for not keeping your promise?"

Lin Bai's tone remained gentle, yet it instantly cooled the air.

"Master, we have a cooperative relationship. Your word doesn't count... If you can't handle this, perhaps I should consider finding a more capable partner. Like... that Mr. Fukunuma?"

Iron Fist's expression changed drastically.

If it were anyone else daring to attack so aggressively, he would have punched their head into their chest cavity long ago.

But he didn't dare to face Lin Bai.

It wasn't just because of Lin Bai's unfathomable background, but also because of the sense of control he had, as if he were looking down on all living beings even while sitting in a garbage dump.

"No! Strategist, this is my fault!"

Iron Fist crunched the candy in his mouth with a loud crack, his muscular face contorting into an expression that looked more like a grimace than a cry.

"Please, help me one more time. If I can save face this time, I'll do whatever you tell me to do from now on!"

Lin Bai chuckled and leaned forward slightly: "Alright, tell me the details."

"No details."

Iron Fist scratched his buzz cut, looking frustrated.

"Three strongholds, not a single survivor left. The scene was so clean it looked like it had been licked by a dog. I don't know where the Bone Sanctuary got such power."

Lin Bai frowned slightly.

A total wipeout? Looks like the other side has some skilled players too.

but......

"Actually, how they did it is not important." Lin Bai shook his head, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"The important thing is how you respond to the past."

"It's common for the three giants to cheat each other. Since they made the first move, we'll flip the table."

"For example... intercept their most important goods, and while you're at it, chop off that outstretched claw?"

Iron Fist suddenly looked up, his breathing instantly becoming heavy as a bull, staring intently at Lin Bai: "Strategist, do you have news?"

"There are no secrets in this world, as long as the price is right."

Lin Bai stared into Iron Fist's eyes, his true intentions revealed: "Let's make a deal."

"I'll give you intelligence, and I'll give you the chance to utterly crush the Bone Sanctuary."

"And you, stop giving me that 'procedure' nonsense. I want you to use your authority and get what I need. Act first, ask questions later, and you'll foot the bill. Do you dare?"

Iron Fist paused for a moment.

Misappropriation of core resources is a major taboo in the Brotherhood and could result in punishment.

But he hesitated for less than 0.1 seconds.

The frustration of being passively beaten and the anger over the tragic death of his brother instantly overwhelmed his rationality.

"Let's do it!"

Iron Fist suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with ferocity, like a raging bear ready to devour its prey.

"As long as I can kill those bastards, I'll trade you for ten or eight items, let alone just one! I'll even skin myself alive!"

now it's right.

Lin Bai nodded in satisfaction.

There are advantages to being reckless; once you lose your temper, you become the most effective weapon.

He slowly closed his eyes, waking up the sleeping parchment in his mind.

[Question: I need the precise time, location, and personnel allocation for the Church of Bones' recent major operation.]

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