Ultraman: Forced to become the Dark Boss

For example, you're short of money...

Ok…

Forget it.

Try to avoid contacting this guy.

He is too cunning and blinded by greed.

You never know when you might get yourself into trouble.

Watching Hui Xia leisurely walk towards the Yizhiye Cafe.

Xia Muxiong's amiable demeanor and smile vanished, replaced by an icy chill covering his face, his eyes filled with a dark aura that seemed about to take over his entire eye area.

...

Back in the store.

Xia Mu kept looking in Hui Xia's direction.

His expression showed some hesitation and conflict.

Hui Xia noticed it, but said nothing.

Until the end of the workday, just before closing time.

Hui Xia called out to Xia Mu, who was feeling somewhat lost and about to leave.

"You can go home after get off work, but please be careful."

Hui Xia saw the other two shop assistants turn around curiously and smiled as she gestured to them.

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Manager!"

...

"I understand."

Xia Muqingxue's expression was firm, and she then assured Huixia.

"Oh, right, Xia Mu, if possible, go to UPIC."

Huixia seemed to remember something and added a sentence.

"Oh? Oh, okay."

Qingxue's somewhat bewildered gaze met Huixia's expression, and realizing he wasn't joking, she finally agreed.

Although I was reluctant, I couldn't bring myself to resist, which was strange.

Qingxue wondered to herself.

Then I began to consider the feasibility of this matter.

I belong to the Defense Forces' intelligence department, so to be honest, it would be quite difficult for me to join UPIC.

However, UPIC is currently facing a significant staff shortage, which could present an opportunity.

Within the defense force, anyone wishing to transfer to UPIC must not only submit a transfer application to their direct superior or department head, but also obtain the signature and approval of the highest-ranking official, Xia Muxiong.

Generally speaking, this kind of thing happens frequently. Initially, the selection criteria for the defense forces were also the most basic elements: having military experience or working in a government department for more than a year, and preferably not being a member of a political party in the country.

The first two points are to ensure that they can be quickly integrated into the defense force, which is different from the self-defense force and has more specific requirements.

To prevent the third party from being influenced by the country's government and to ensure the independence of the defense forces, it must not become, like the United Nations, a place where two major powers vie for power and flaunt their military might at certain times.

For Qingxue, the last point was the most difficult, since she was still nominally an intelligence agent responsible for monitoring Mr. Huixia.

Furthermore, given Xia Muxiong's current personality, Qingxue dislikes dealing with him, even though he is her father.

Naturally, getting the other party's signature is extremely difficult, but conversely, if Xia Muxiong agrees, his superiors will certainly agree as well.

Therefore, the fastest way to get into the UPIC selection process is to get involved with just one person.

Huixia watched Qingxue's somewhat heavy footsteps, as if she was under some kind of psychological pressure.

I didn't walk back to the coffee shop until the other person disappeared around the street corner.

Once Xia Mu joins UPIC, his sources of intelligence will be broader. If he can use this to find out which guy is Lucifer or Mephistopheles, he can get rid of these two menaces as soon as possible.

Yes, and there's Noi too. We've let him grow freely for so long, it's time for him to reap the rewards.

This guy isn't very bright and is easily swayed by his emotions, but I think that flaw will disappear once he becomes a card.

Hui Xia squinted his eyes, seemingly already anticipating his second "subordinate".

...

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

Zhenxue got out of the taxi and looked at the residential area nestled beside a small hill in the distance.

His eyes were fixed on the most conspicuous villa in the residential area.

That was her home, or rather, her former home.

"Welcome back, Miss Xia Mu."

The guard at the entrance of the residential area was on high alert. But when he noticed Qingxue approaching and saw that vaguely familiar face, he relaxed his guard and said respectfully.

"Ah."

Qingxue felt a little uncomfortable; it had been a long time since she had heard this form of address.

She moved out of here after her mother died unexpectedly five years ago.

It's amazing that the guards here could still recognize me.

The difference between fifteen and twenty years old should be significant.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed. Every tree and blade of grass along the road felt familiar. Even the slightly unfamiliar paths, after being walked slowly, brought back memories buried deep in my mind, reminding me of everything that Qingxue had once been here.

Until they reached Xia Mu's house.

The small villa was completely dark, and no one was home.

Qingxue knew that Xia Muxiong wouldn't be back at this time.

More than a decade ago, Xia Muxiong's personality changed drastically. He became suspicious, irritable, and increasingly ruthless. As a result, the servants in the house soon resigned one after another, including the old servants who had worked there for twenty years.

Recalling the worried Aunt Yuanxing, who had already come to regard Qingxue as her own child, she had earnestly advised me:

“Miss Qingxue, don’t stay in this house for too long. If possible, please move out with your wife. Mr. Xia Mu… is acting strangely.”

Perhaps, Aunt Yuanxing discovered something back then.

Looking at the mottled marks on the iron gate, Qingxue felt a sense of unfamiliarity for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, she took a somewhat hesitant step and pulled out a key that she hadn't used in a long time from her pocket.

After unlocking, give it a gentle push.

The door then opened behind it, pressing against the wall, making a rather unpleasant noise along the way.

Qingxue watched without blinking as the door went from being tightly closed to wide open, until it was completely open as if beckoning her into its embrace.

She looked at the empty courtyard.

The flowers that my mother once loved have long since disappeared. The entire yard is bare, covered with neat but dry stone slabs that firmly press down the vibrant soil, leaving the world above ground devoid of any plant embellishment.

Xia Muqingxue remained silent for a long time without moving.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if the laughter and joy of the past ten years were right before her eyes, right beside her ears, right beside her.

...

Thirteen years ago.

Seven-year-old Qingxue displayed intelligence far exceeding that of her peers from a young age.

Whether it's learning to speak, taking your first steps, or running happily, they are better than other children.

This made the child the darling of the Xia family, and the envious glances from the neighbors made Xia Muxiong, who initially disliked his daughter, begin to feel proud.

At this time, Xia Mu's home was filled with warmth and hope.

"Xiaoxue, don't touch Daddy's things!"

As Mrs. Xia Mu's first child, Mrs. Xia Mu, who had no experience in raising children, was always at a loss when faced with the clever and mischievous Qingxue.

"Mom, I'm just a little curious..."

Seven-year-old Qingxue stood barefoot on her father's desk, holding a few seemingly unimportant documents in her hands, which had initially been casually placed on the desk.

This is also why Qingxue is so fearless.

It's definitely not that important, which is why Dad put it on the table.

Qingxue never touches the things in the drawer.

Full of curiosity about everything, and because she is too ordinary, Qingxue often cannot play with her peers and can only unleash her energy at home.

As a result, Mrs. Xia Mu spent every day "battling wits" with Qing Xue.

Qingxue, who torments her mother to the point of "unbearable suffering" and often complains that she has aged several years because of her anger, still enjoys doing it every day, as if this energy will always exist.

"Xiaoxue, come here, come here."

Mrs. Xia Mu carefully approached, but dared not get too close, lest Qingxue jump off the table.

All I can do is call out to them, even though I know it will have no effect.

Little did she know that her worries were completely unnecessary.

"Hehehe..."

Qingxue ran to the other end of the table with a grin.

As the head of the family, Xia Muxiong's desks were not only large but also numerous, each with its own purpose, although they are now being wantonly trampled on by "thugs".

If you keep being naughty like this, I'll tell your dad!

Mrs. Xia Mu's cheeks puffed up with anger. Taking care of a child is really something...

"Tch... He only ever uses the same trick."

Qingxue's face fell instantly. She muttered something unhappily, then carefully stepped onto the chair, and finally sat down with a thud, obediently putting on her shoes.