Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

At this moment, Fuminuma, who hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, finally found his chance.

This fraternity leader, who usually slumped around like he had no bones, was now beaming and standing ramrod straight.

That's the spirit and energy nurtured by money.

In the past few days, thanks to the "ticket economy" and "rat tax" in the sewers, the Brotherhood's cash flow has exploded.

The president has already revealed the situation; the position of vice-leader is a sure thing.

"Brother Lin, I won't say anything sentimental; I've kept it all in my heart!"

Fuzuma walked to the desk, solemnly opened the drawer, took out a tightly sealed black wooden box, and pushed it in front of Lin Bai.

"What you requested. The chairman personally ordered me to deliver it to you personally."

Lin Bai's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, his lazy demeanor vanishing instantly.

He reached out and pressed his hand on the wooden box.

Click.

The latch popped open.

A nauseating, fishy stench instantly filled the entire office.

Inside the box, a piece of gray, dried-out soft tissue lay quietly.

It was covered with black mold spots, and you could vaguely see dark red blood vessels pulsating slightly, as if it were still alive and screaming silently.

Question: Is this what I want?

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[Answer: High-grade extraordinary material—the rotting vocal cords of an oathbreaker.]

[Source: A Sequence 7 "Notary" died after breaking his oath, succumbing to the backlash of the rules, his vocal cords mutating under the curse.]

[Note: It's definitely real, but the taste is a bit strong. It's recommended to eat it with some wasabi or stinky tofu to balance it out. Friendly reminder: Don't chew it when swallowing, it will burst open, and the texture... wow, absolutely amazing.]

Lin Bai's eye twitched violently.

This tattered parchment is getting more and more witty.

He snapped the lid shut with a "snap" and put the box into his pocket without any expression.

It's disgusting, but it's one of the main materials for advancing to Sequence 8 "Trickster". Even if it's rotten vocal cords, or even if it's rotten meat, I have to swallow it!

With money and materials available, the refining of "Thousand-Faced Ashes" can now be put on the agenda.

"Thanks, Boss Fuzuma." Lin Bai was in a great mood.

"You'd better hold on tight to this juicy piece of meat called the sewers. As long as the Spirit-Breaking Bullets are still being produced, it's a golden goose that lays golden eggs. No one should let go of it."

Fuzuma pounded his chest loudly.

"Don't worry! Anyone who dares to mess with the sewers now is digging up our Brotherhood's ancestral graves, and I'll fight them to the death!"

Just as the group was about to pop champagne to celebrate this "bumper harvest of韭菜 (a metaphor for leeks, a metaphor for being exploited)", the communicator in Ji Yun's arms suddenly rang urgently.

The peculiar ringtone instantly changed Ji Yun's relaxed expression.

He made an apologetic gesture and quickly walked to a corner to answer the call.

After listening to just a few words, Ji Yun's ever-present polite smile turned somber.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unusual seriousness.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go back right away."

After hanging up the call, Ji Yun walked back to the group, and the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere vanished.

"What's wrong?" Fuzuma keenly sensed something was amiss and asked tentatively, "Is it... about Cloud City?"

Ji Yun nodded, sighed, and rubbed his temples.

"There's... a huge mess over there."

"Breaking news: deep within the ruins of Cloud City, numerous strange domains have appeared one after another, resulting in heavy casualties for the advance exploration teams."

He glanced at Fuzhao and Lin Bai, his voice carrying a hint of coldness:

"Get ready, the higher-ups have decided to organize a large-scale joint exploration. All major factions must send personnel; this is a mandatory conscription."

"The signs indicate that no extraordinary individuals are exploring the strange realm... The mortality rate this time will likely be high."

Lin Bai's heart skipped a beat, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the hem of his clothes.

Yuncheng.

It's Yuncheng again.

The potion materials for my own promotion to Rank 8 were also there.

It seems this place is like a giant whirlpool, and there's no way to get around it!

"interesting."

Lin Bai narrowed his eyes slightly.

Since we can't avoid it, we might as well go back and take a look.

What secrets are hidden there?

Following the crowd and blending in...that's good. It's easier to fish in troubled waters and make a fortune in chaotic times.

"I have to go now." Ji Yun forced a smile, straightened his collar, and resumed his noble demeanor.

"My family's pressuring me to get together, let's do it another time. I'll treat them to drinks then."

......

Inner City, the Secret Society of the Silent Ones.

"Splash—!"

A set of bone china teaware, worth enough to buy a life in the outer city, was now just a pile of worthless shards on the ground.

Nie Chenyuan's chest heaved violently, and his usually well-maintained face was now distorted in an exaggerated way.

"Fifty silver coins...fifty silver coins?"

The sound didn't seem to be spoken; it sounded more like it was squeezed out from between the teeth.

Just now, his intelligence subordinate tremblingly handed him a market briefing that sent his blood pressure soaring.

That damn alchemist who popped out of some rock.

Teaming up with Ji Yun and those sewer rats, they smashed the price of "rat brains" on the black market to the core!

50 silver coins each, unlimited supply, plenty to go around!

And what about Nie Chenyuan?

At the height of the market frenzy, he went on a buying spree, buying up goods at exorbitant prices, averaging 80 silver coins and reaching a maximum of 1 gold coin!

Now look what's happened, the warehouse is piled high with dead rats.

Every single one of them was grinning at him, mocking him for being an idiot.

In this wave, he not only lost everything, but his "scalpel" reputation was also thrown on the ground and repeatedly rubbed and trampled to pieces.

......