Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"That's about it."

Lin Bai put down his cup and his gaze fell on the lone black iron box standing in the center of the battlefield.

The battle is over.

The elite squad led by the Violent Ape was completely wiped out, and the Iron Fist team was quickly cleaning up the battlefield.

Iron Fist crunched the lollipop in his mouth and strode to the black iron box.

At this moment, the scratching sound inside the box stopped, and was replaced by a heavy breathing sound, similar to the sound of bellows being pulled.

Huff—huff—

"Is this the batch of goods?"

A flicker of curiosity crossed Iron Fist's eyes as he reached out to pry open the latch on the box lid. "What's in here? Let me see..."

"Don't move."

Lin Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it made Iron Fist's fingers freeze in mid-air.

He was now incredibly obedient to Lin Bai's words, immediately pulling his hand back like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

Lin Bai slowly walked down the maintenance ladder.

He walked up to the box, but instead of opening it immediately, he reached out and sensed the shimmering runes on the box from a distance.

It's hot.

The contents inside were frighteningly hot, like a reactor about to explode.

"It seems these so-called 'special cargo' have a rather bad temper."

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, just as he was about to recall the parchment in his mind and ask how to deal with it.

Sudden.

From the darkness deep inside the tunnel came a slow, deliberate round of applause.

"Slap, slap, slap."

The applause sounded particularly abrupt and jarring against the backdrop of corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

All the gun barrels instantly changed direction.

Iron Fist tensed his muscles once more, and Xie Qingtang's figure instantly disappeared into the shadow of the nearest pillar, his short sword held in reverse.

From the shadows at the end of the tunnel, a figure wearing a large gray robe slowly emerged.

His face was completely hidden under his hood, making it impossible to see his features; only his cold and sinister aura seemed tangible.

Facing dozens of dark gun barrels and thugs who had just slaughtered a group of people, the mysterious man showed no fear whatsoever.

He simply stood there quietly, raised a hand clad in a clean white glove, and elegantly pointed to the black iron box.

"A brilliant ambush, an impressive display of violent aesthetics."

The mysterious man slightly raised his head, revealing a pale chin beneath his hood.

"However... let's make a deal."

"The things in this box are yours; I won't take them."

"But among these corpses on the ground... there's a little gadget I need."

"Friend, name your price?"

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Iron Fist didn't even bother to waste words when faced with the "elite man" who emerged from the shadows.

He tilted his head and spat out the chewed lollipop stick from his mouth with a "pui" sound.

The saliva-covered plastic stick landed squarely in front of the mysterious man's shiny leather boots.

"trade?"

Iron Fist grinned, his gleaming white teeth gleaming in the dim light; his gaze was fiercer than even the most aggressive wild dogs guarding their food.

"Who do you think you are? This is my territory. Don't even mention the dead bodies on the ground, the goods in these boxes, even the dust floating in the air—all of that belongs to Iron!"

Lan Xiao's indifferent face wrinkled.

He instinctively took a half step back, as if the stick covered in saliva was some kind of highly pathogenic virus.

"Uncivilized savages."

Lan Xiao's voice was cold, and the sense of superiority that emanated from his very bones was even stronger than the dampness of the ground.

He raised his white-gloved hand, a faint blue light shining from his fingertips, and waved it dismissively.

"I've come with sincerity. That item is junk to people of your level. But I'm willing to offer ten gold coins."

Ten gold coins.

In the outer city, this price is enough to buy one and a half lives.

The breathing of the gang members around him became noticeably heavier.

But Iron Fist just sneered.

He clenched his fist tightly, and his knuckles cracked with a sharp sound that made your teeth ache.

"Stop with that beggar-like attitude."

Iron Fist took a step forward, his wall-like body blocking Lin Bai's path.

"Want to trade? Sure!"

"But my rule is—every brother who participates in the battle today will first choose one piece of spoils."

"Before my brother finishes his election, even the King of Heaven himself would have to wait in line behind me!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Bai, his expression instantly changing:

"Strategist, you choose first! Take whatever you like!"

military adviser?

For the first time, Lan Xiao's usually half-closed, deep blue eyes looked past the mountain of flesh and landed on the young man behind him.

There was no spiritual fluctuation.

There isn't a single piece of equipment with any attributes on his entire body.

Aside from having an excessively handsome face, he poses absolutely no threat.

"Ha, let a bunch of mortals decide who gets the spoils?" Lan Xiao's eyes were practically overflowing with sarcasm.

"This is why people like you will always be stuck in the mud. Your vision is too narrow."

Lin Bai completely ignored him.

He walked slowly and leisurely toward the pile of corpses, his steps so casual and unhurried.

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[Answer: Lan Xiao (Sequence 9: Elemental Servant)]

[Core objective: To obtain a gene stabilizer that works on "Number Seven".]

[Location: Third body from the left, with an inner pocket.]

The parchment in my mind instantly provided the cheat code.

Ah Qi?

It turns out that this proud peacock is related to the little bird in the cage.

Lin Bai's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and without stopping, he walked straight to the body of his underling who had long since turned cold.

He ignored the mechanical watch on the corpse's wrist, which could buy him six months' worth of liquor, and also overlooked the well-made pistol at his waist.

Long, slender fingers reached into the blood-stained inner pocket and pulled out two strips of pills that weren't even packaged, only sealed with silver foil.

"I want this one."

Lin Bai held up the pills in his hand and waved them in the dim light.

The entire room fell silent.

All the underlings stared at the two strips of pills, their minds filled with questions.

Iron Fist scratched his bald head, making a rustling sound, his face full of disappointment and frustration.

"Strategist, what's that? Cold medicine? What do you need that for!"

"There's a 'Viper' submachine gun on that corpse over there, and a Type II gene optimization serum! Even taking that watch would be great! Wouldn't that be a huge loss?!"

In his view, Lin Bai had simply lost the watermelon to pick up a sesame seed, or rather, picked up a rotten sesame seed.

Lin Bai smiled slightly, not answering Iron Fist's question, but instead asking the group of underlings around him.

"You think so too?"

The group of underlings nodded blankly.

Nonsense, why choose this piece of junk when there are so many good things on the ground?

How could they possibly understand this?

"Yes, Consultant Bai, why don't you choose another one?"

"You're being too much... It's making the brothers feel embarrassed."

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