Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"The Spiral Tower..."

Lin Bai pondered the name repeatedly in his mind, a chill settling in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

He closed the lid of the box expressionlessly, sealing that cruel scene back into darkness.

"Take her with you."

He stood up, his voice icy.

"This will be our best bargaining chip in negotiations with the higher-ups."

"It is also... crucial evidence that must be reported."

After saying that, he walked towards the tunnel exit without looking back.

His silhouette was stretched long in the dim emergency lights, appearing somewhat lonely, yet as upright as a pine tree.

Xie Qingtang followed closely without saying a word.

Iron Fist's henchmen were still standing there, stunned by what they had just witnessed.

"Are they all deaf?!"

Iron Fist whirled around, his fierce face contorted with rage, and roared at his men:

"Advisor Bai said let's go!! Anyone who dares to be a step slow, I'll crush their head!!"

"Move the boxes! Keep up!!"

"yes!!!"

A group of people hurriedly lifted the heavy black box and stumbled after Lin Bai's retreating figure.

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Nightclub, top-floor office.

The air was filled with the smell of expensive cigars.

This is the most decadent and extravagant den of iniquity in the outer city, and also the lair of "Rotten Swamp," the leader of the Dust Brotherhood.

Behind the heavy mahogany desk, a thin man was slumped in a large leather chair.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had never seen the light of day, and his eyes were sunken as he fiddled with a stone slab with a broken edge.

He is "Rotten Swamp".

In front of the desk, a black metal box stood out conspicuously in the center of the carpet, looking completely out of place.

"Forty-three brothers died!"

Iron Fist stood there, his muscular physique trembling slightly with excitement, much like a child who had been bullied outside and came home to complain.

"Boss Rot Swamp, this score can't be settled like this! Those bastards from the Bone Sanctuary tricked me with this thing! They raided three of my territories and couldn't even find my brothers' corpses!"

"If it weren't for Consultant Bai's sharp mind, even Qing Tang would have perished in that awful place!"

Fuzuma lazily raised his eyelids, his eyes like a stagnant pool, completely still.

"Alright."

"When you're out in the game, it's normal for a few people to die; the compensation will still be paid."

The moment the conversation shifted, that lazy air vanished instantly.

"All I want to know right now is..."

His gaze passed over the restless iron fist and fixed directly on Xie Qingtang, who remained silent.

"Qingtang, I want to hear the truth."

Fuzuma pointed to the black box, his tone soft yet carrying a chilling sense of oppression:

"I was informed by my superiors that it's a bizarre realm where even a Sequence 8 cultivator would face a near-certain death."

"How did you ordinary people, who didn't even drink any potions, manage to emerge unscathed?"

He paused, a playful smile curving his lips: "You even... killed the monster?"

"Advisor Bai is an extraordinary being."

Xie Qingtang spoke coldly, her voice steady and without the slightest fluctuation.

"Huh?"

That one sentence choked back the thousand curses that Iron Fist was about to utter.

He stared wide-eyed at Xie Qingtang, then at his boss, his CPU practically burning out on the spot.

His face was completely blank, as if he were thinking, "Holy crap? Who am I? Where am I? I don't know anything about this."

Fuzuma narrowed his eyes, his tapping of the table pausing for a moment: "Oh? Which sequence?"

"I don't know."

Xie Qingtang remained expressionless, her deep, ancient eyes radiating sincerity.

"But he possesses a special ability to control puppets made from corpses."

"That bodyguard named Aya is not a living person at all, but a 'puppet' that has been specially made."

At this point, Xie Qingtang paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts:

"The rules of the Ghost Realm are 'for living beings.' When the bell tolls, all living beings must remain still. But A-Ya is an inanimate object, so the judgment mechanism does not apply to him."

"So?" Fuminuma raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued.

"Therefore, Advisor Bai can ignore the greatest threat from the Ghost Realm."

Xie Qingtang said calmly, "He took advantage of Aya's ability to ignore the rules and directly attacked the main body of the Ghost Realm, easily killing the monster."

After saying that, she shut her mouth and resumed her aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

They made no mention of the doll lady's abnormal "absolute defense," nor of Lin Bai's fruit knife that seemed capable of cutting through anything.

In her words, Lin Bai became an extraordinary person who possessed the ability to control himself and strategize effectively.

It both protected Lin Bai's secret and demonstrated its value.

The logic is closed and flawless.

Fuzuma stared at Xie Qingtang for a full half minute.

Who is Xie Qingtang?

He was known in the fraternity as a "blockhead" and a "straightforward person".

If people like this learn to lie, then pigs can fly.

And this explanation... although it sounds a bit outrageous, it's damn reasonable.

"Inanimate objects are not bound by rules...use the mechanics to kill the supernatural..."

Fuminuma muttered to himself, then shook his head with a hint of amusement:

"It seems that this consultant Bai is not only smart, but also has such good luck that it makes people envious."

He believed it.

Or rather, in the face of the result, the process is no longer important.

"Since he's so talented, we should keep him with us."

With a casual toss, the tattered stone slab in his hand was thrown out.

"This is what he specifically asked for." Fuzuma slumped back into his leather chair, waving his hand as if shooing away flies:

"Tell him that from today onwards, he is a core member of the fraternity."

He will receive all the benefits he deserves.

"As for whether he plans to stay at the Iron Fist Fighting Gym or start his own business, let him choose. I'll give him plenty of face."

At this point, Fuzuma pointed to the black box on the ground:

"But the contents of this box... I have to hand them over."

"You all have to keep this a secret. If anyone asks, just say you found it. Understand?"

Xie Qingtang quickly stuffed the stone slab into his bosom and carefully kept it close to his body.

This is what Mr. Bai wants; even if she loses her life, she cannot lose it.

"clear."

Xie Qingtang nodded, turned and left, decisive and without uttering a single unnecessary word.

"Huh? No... that's it?"

Iron Fist scratched his buzz cut, glanced at the boss on the recliner, and then at Xie Qingtang's back.

In the end, all he could do was give a sheepish grin at the rotten swamp and scurry after it.

"Qingtang! Wait for me! What kind of ability does Consultant Bai have? Can you tell me about it...?"

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