Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

Dusk came earlier in Tianjin than expected.

In the courtyard of the North China branch, several incandescent lamps were already lit, casting long shadows on the cement ground with their dim yellow light.

Xu San's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his expression changed from polite to blank.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"What did you say?" His voice was tense. "Zhang Xilin's body...you brought it back?"

"It's just on the way." Zhuge Qi's tone was flat, without any fluctuation.

Xu San's expression changed several times, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything. He turned around and strode towards the van at the courtyard gate.

Xu Si also dropped his carefree expression and followed behind his brother, walking as fast as he could in a race.

Zhuge Qi stood on the steps, watching the brothers' hurried figures, a slight smile curving his lips.

He turned around and whispered to Xiao Li beside him, "Get the things in the car ready, we'll need them later."

Xiao Li nodded and jogged off to take care of it.

Beside the van, Ma Hong was directing two employees from the North China branch to move things into the back of the vehicle.

Seeing Xu San hurrying over, Ma Hong stepped aside and lifted the black plastic sheet from the trunk.

Below is a body wrapped in a waterproof cloth. Although the re-collection was hasty, it was at least more dignified than when it was carelessly thrown into the brick kiln.

Xu San squatted down and carefully lifted a corner of the waterproof cloth.

An old, wrinkled face was revealed.

It's Zhang Xilin.

That's right.

Xu San's hand trembled slightly.

He naturally recognized the old man; after all, since the North China region had already included his file, they were naturally paying attention to him.

This person's influence in the world of supernatural beings is so great that it could crush half of the North China branch.

His body, which had been missing for nearly 48 hours, was found by a section chief from headquarters who had not yet landed in Tianjin.

Xu San took a deep breath, covered the waterproof cloth again, and stood up.

He turned his head and looked at Zhuge Qi, who had already walked behind him.

"Section Chief Zhuge, you said you came straight here as soon as you got off the highway, which means you had already caught the person before you entered Tianjin territory."

"More or less."

Xu San's voice carried a hint of indescribable emotion, "Then what about those Quanxing members you mentioned who were captured—"

"Of course, it's the people who committed the crime." Zhuge Qi's expression was a half-smile, with a hint of amusement.

Xu San was speechless.

He subconsciously glanced at Xu Si beside him, who was also looking at him. The brothers' eyes met for a moment in the air, and they both understood the apprehension in each other's eyes.

"Director Xu, don't overthink it." Zhuge Qi's voice rang out at the right time, carrying the comforting tone of someone who had been through it all. "President Zhao didn't mean anything by it. He was just worried that you were under too much pressure and wanted to help you share the burden."

Share?

Xu San smiled bitterly to himself.

They had a case on their end and hadn't even gotten a clue, and you guys arrested the Quanxing gang, found the body, and before the interrogation even started, you'd already taken care of everything.

He only notifies the person when they arrive at the door; that's called "going by the same route".

Although the other party solved a major problem for them as soon as they arrived, the tactics they displayed immediately put them in a very passive position.

This is a show of force, isn't it?

Since they had done such a big favor, they naturally spoke with confidence, and the others had no choice but to cooperate.

When dealing with Zhang Chulan's issues afterward, they couldn't simply ignore him.

Xu San took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions. After all, he was one of the heads of the North China branch, and he had enough composure to handle the situation.

"Section Chief Zhuge," his voice regained its calm, "thank you."

"Hey, we're all doing this for the company." Zhuge Qi waved his hand. "Let's go, let's unload the stuff first, then we'll have a meeting to discuss the situation."

Xu San nodded, then turned and instructed his men to take over the handling of the body.

Xu Si didn't rush to leave. He went around to the back of the van and peeked inside.

In the back seat, three people, two men and one woman, were sitting obediently with their Qi sealed by the Biyuan Needle, each with a different expression.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Shen Chong leaned against the car window with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

With her long, alluring hair, Xia He tilted her head, looking out the window with a gaze that was both curious and wary.

Wearing a mask, Lü Liang huddled in a corner, looking somewhat uneasy.

Xu Si's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on Shen Chong's face.

"Hey, isn't this Shen Chong? Even the troublemaker has met his end?"

Shen Chong opened his eyes, glanced at Xu Si, and said nothing.

It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it.

Xu Si turned around and grinned as he approached, "Section Chief Zhuge, that was a brilliant move of yours! We've been worrying about this for three days, and you just stepped in and wiped the pot clean. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

Zhuge Qi glanced at him but didn't reply.

Xu Si didn't mind and continued with a grin, "Headquarters is truly brimming with talent now. Young talents like you are one in a hundred years—"

"Director Xu, let's skip the formalities. After you've finished your inspection, let's have a meeting to discuss how to proceed," Zhuge Qi finally spoke, his tone indifferent.

Xu Si's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "It's up to you, it's up to you."

After saying that, he followed Zhuge Qi happily into the office building.

Xu San walked at the very back, and looking at his younger brother's shameless behavior, he couldn't help but shake his head.

But it was precisely this shameless attitude that made him suddenly realize something.

Zhuge Qi personally went to Tianjin, arrested the man, and retrieved the body, thus taking all the credit.

But instead of closing the case and leaving, they chose to take both the person and the body to the North China branch.

This means that the case will ultimately fall to the North China branch.

Or rather, Zhuge Qi didn't intend to take all the credit; he left some for the local areas.

Is he really that kind?

Xu San was somewhat puzzled, but he quickened his pace and caught up with the two people in front of him.

In the conference room on the second floor of the office building, a long conference table was covered with a tablecloth, and several bottles of mineral water and a stack of notebooks were placed on the table.

This was prepared in advance by Xu San.

No matter what you really think, you still have to put on a good show.

Several people were already seated in the conference room. When they saw Xu San leading Zhuge Qi in, they all stood up.

"Please sit down." Zhuge Qi waved his hand and walked to the head seat of the conference table, but instead of sitting down directly, he turned to Xu Si and said, "Director Xu, this is your place. Please sit in the head seat."

Xu Si quickly waved his hand: "Section Chief Zhuge, you are a leader from headquarters, please sit in the main seat—"

"I'll sit on the side." Zhuge Qi had already pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You are the head of the North China branch, so you will be in charge."

The others also took their seats one after another, their eyes all fixed on Zhuge Qi, filled with scrutiny and curiosity.

Some of them had already heard that headquarters had sent a young section chief, who was said to be General Manager Zhao's confidant, and who had taken up this position at a young age.

Looking at it now, it's clear it was young.

He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a black jacket and gold-rimmed glasses; he was quite handsome.

But his demeanor doesn't seem like that of someone his age at all.

He sat upright, unhurried and calm, with a steady gaze and a faint smile on his lips, looking as if he was listening attentively, or perhaps lost in thought.

This feeling is very subtle.

But since they looked young, they didn't dare to underestimate them at all, since they all knew that people from headquarters were not here with good intentions.