Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

How could that be? This must be an illusion.

The karaoke bar owner felt a moment of panic, thinking the idea was absurd, but one feeling was undeniably true:

The other party could tear him apart and devour him alive with just a glance.

He walked on, his heart pounding with fear, having completely forgotten what he was trying to test the other person about.

at last.

The karaoke bar owner walked up to Wayne and his group, and only then did he notice Matthew and Ethan sitting there. His expression changed, he pursed his lips, and then changed his attitude, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Oh dear, oh dear, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I didn't know you two were visiting. What a coincidence! I just came to relax in the hall today. May I ask who this young man was?"

"Ahem." Matthew's tone was steady, but his voice was full of pressure: "Philip, it's been a long time. You've forgotten how to do business. This is our new colleague."

The nightclub owner, Philip, knew that Matthew and Ethan had special identities and extremely high authority.

Years ago, he had seen the two men transfer the city police chief. After making inquiries, he learned that they belonged to the military's Special Affairs Bureau.

Even though the Special Affairs Bureau is very secretive and its information is not disclosed to the public, Philip could tell with his own feet that the organization was extremely terrifying, and it was best not to provoke anyone in the Special Affairs Bureau.

"What's wrong, Philip? Your business is getting better and better, isn't it?" Ethan didn't hide his dissatisfaction with his good mood being ruined earlier.

Philip smiled bitterly to himself, repeatedly apologizing to Wayne, while avoiding looking Wayne in the eye.

"How about this?" Philip pulled Phoebe, who was standing to the side, over and said with a fawning smile, "How about letting her keep you company for the night?"

silence.

Phoebe kept her head down, her hand holding the bouquet clenched tightly, her eyes red-rimmed, and she dared not utter a sound.

She knew she was being treated like a plaything, suffering extreme humiliation, but she had no way to resist.

Seeing that no one responded, Philip gave an awkward laugh for a while, then tried to smile ingratiatingly at Wayne:

"Oh dear, it was a misunderstanding before. Young man, Phoebe is yours tonight, or rather, you can play with her for as long as you want."

He had a feeling that if he didn't want things to get unpleasant, he would have to satisfy Wayne, who was giving Phoebe the gift.

Still, silence.

Wayne stroked the wine glass in his hand, looking at the sweet wine Phoebe had spilled on the floor in her panic. His eyes narrowed, and he said coldly:

"Get lost."

Philip's smile froze. He nodded repeatedly, knowing the situation was beyond repair and not daring to delay any longer. He said, "Have fun, tonight's on the house," and gave Phoebe a look that said, "Make sure you provide excellent service," before slinking away.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Phoebe lowered her head, her body trembling, and dared not look at Wayne.

The person who could scare off the boss was so young. She imagined in her mind how ruthless Wayne's "methods" would be, and what tragic fate awaited her.

Wayne noticed Phoebe's quickened pulse and guessed what she was thinking, so he raised his glass: "Come on, Miss Phoebe, have a drink first."

Phoebe, her hands trembling, raised the glass of sweet wine in her hand, clinked glasses with Wayne, and then, imitating Wayne, drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the sweet wine, the tension subsided somewhat.

Her eyes darted away, and she subconsciously took a small step back in her high heels, mustering her courage to say, "Mr. Weber, I'll only sing, nothing else, I, I..."

"Look what you're thinking! I just love listening to you sing." Wayne flashed a bright, youthful smile.

"In that case, you don't need to sing a solo for me. You can just sing a song for me on the main stage. Hmm... I haven't thought of a song yet, so just pick one that you're best at. I'm really looking forward to your performance."

Looking at Wayne's smile, Phoebe felt a warmth in her heart and nodded excitedly, "Yes, Mr. Weber!"

Then, she happily took the flowers and ran to the stage in the hall.

……

"Team leader, I refuted Philip's request. Is that a big problem?" Wayne asked.

"Of course, no problem. He was the one who embarrassed you first," Matthew said calmly.

Ethan casually ate the small desserts on the table and explained, "Philip is ostensibly the owner of the Silver Gallery nightclub, but secretly he's also the boss of a crime gang."

"The Sin Gang?" Wayne said.

"The Crime Gang is one of the three major gangs in Michigan. Don't be fooled by Philip's polite and apologetic attitude towards us. He knows perfectly well that he and we are in completely different spheres. Even if things fall out with us, we don't have the law enforcement authority at the public level and can't do anything to him," Ethan explained.

"Yes, I understand. There's no conflict of interest between our Special Bureau and his gang. It's already good enough that we're giving each other face." Wayne nodded.

"So it doesn't matter if you embarrass him; on the contrary, you can teach him a lesson and vent your anger," Ethan said with a smile while chewing on candied berries.

"Completely offending him would also be detrimental to our Special Operations. Michigan is a very complex place. In the situation just now, scolding him a couple of times was the right thing to do and there were no adverse consequences. You don't need to worry," Matthew reassured him seriously.

Lillian quietly filled Wayne's glass with wine and gently pushed it towards him, saying softly, "Don't overthink it. Today is your first day at work, and it's also the first time the four of us have a meal together. Keep a good mood!"

Wei En felt a warmth in his heart: 'Girls really know how to sweet-talk; men's words are always so dry.'

Ethan suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, I paid for this gift, how could I forget to scold him?"

Wayne shrugged: "Heh, you deserve it."

He then picked up his glass and turned to look at Phoebe on the stage.

Phoebe is focused on singing, wearing a knee-length dress and wavy blonde hair.

She held the bouquet in her arms, her eyes slightly red, but her gaze was unusually joyful. Her body swayed to the music, completely absorbed in the moment, her burning gaze occasionally sweeping over Wei En.

"The spotlight went out where I was chasing my dreams."

"I sing only out of love, never for applause."

"He once held my hand tightly under the old streetlights."

"He said my singing was enough to illuminate the rest of his long life."

……

The old days?

Wayne paused in his swirling of the wine glass, shook his head, and wondered when he had become so sensitive.

"It seems she was happier singing this time than before."

Wayne glanced at Lillian again and still felt that Lillian had a more reserved feminine charm. Although she was still very young and had both innocent and reserved sides as well as wild and violent sides, it did not affect the unique mature woman aura she exuded.

"Wow, it's only been a day since I transmigrated here, and I'm already living a really comfortable life."

"A beautiful woman with superhuman fighting skills by my side, quirky and mischievous colleagues, a serious team leader, a well-paid job, and endless delicious food..."

Wayne felt as if he had completely adapted to life in this world.

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