stonecrandall Chapter 591: What an Outstanding Young Man He Was
Chapter 591: What an Outstanding Young Man He Was
From the moment Losh (Lynn) led his people charging into the flesh-and-blood bio-armament factory, the high-ranking officials in the First Chamber had already witnessed the entire process through the Leviathan's eyes stationed there.
They naturally knew that someone who had just been elevated to such a lofty position was bound to skim a little off the top here and there.
After all, this was the Chaotic Alignment.
After all, even the Flesh and Blood Cult could put a price tag on their own headquarters—that was a tacit understanding everyone shared.
But...
This was the first time they'd seen someone brazenly embezzle this much, so blatantly.
At this moment, even those high-ranking officials who still harbored a shred of doubt about his identity had completely abandoned the notion that he might be a Night Doctor in disguise. Because if someone like this could be called a Night Doctor, then they'd be paragons of moral virtue!
"This is outrageous! Absurd! Not only does he embezzle himself, but he drags his underlings into it too! Are the people in the Bio-armament Department not human?! This is looting during a fire!"
"No! This must be reported to the Doctor immediately!!"
"I've hated his guts for a long time!""Save the evidence! We must expose his shameless deeds to the Doctor in person! And send someone to find that Elder from the Bio-armament Factory—tell him to stop spitting blood! His entire foundation is about to be exposed!!"
The high-ranking officials around him were seething with fury, on the verge of waking the Doctor, who was currently controlling the Leviathan in battle.
They would lay out this despicable discovery before the Doctor and demand punishment for his crimes!
Parasite!
Bloodsucker!
Bah!
But just as they were about to storm off in righteous indignation to expose him, a new voice suddenly rang out from Losh (Lynn) on the screen.
"Oh, and don't forget the tasks I assigned you. Don't just think about filling your own pockets! Though we only took a little extra, as they say, 'a favor received makes one soft.' So! Send a few people to every department to slip something to each boss. Remember, do it quietly, no fanfare, got it?"
Instantly.
The backs of those high-ranking officials froze.
Their ears twitched.
An eerie silence surrounded them.
The conversation on the other end continued.
"Don't worry, Executive! We brothers can't take that much either. The tribute for each boss is already prepared—thirty percent! From that 'little extra,' we're giving a full thirty percent. That's a real sacrifice! Executive!"
Hearing this.
The frozen high-ranking officials instantly resumed their earlier furious expressions, waving their hands and rolling up their sleeves as they said:
"Let's go! Let's go! Report to the Doctor!! That bastard even dares to drag us into the mud! Unforgivable!"
"That's right! Absolutely outrageous! Report to the Doctor!! We must report!"
"Son of a bitch!"
But just as they finished their furious outbursts and hadn't taken two steps, a sudden, angry voice from Losh (Lynn) on the screen—accompanied by a sharp *crack* of a slap—rang out.
"Thirty percent? Are you begging for alms?!"
Instantly.
The backs of those high-ranking officials froze once more, and their forward steps seemed to be hit with a slow-motion button.
Once again, the area became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
An eerie silence spread unchecked.
"Ex... Executive, how much do you think is appropriate?" (spoken with a panicked, anxious tone)
"Thirty percent definitely isn't enough. What can thirty percent of that 'little extra' really amount to? Tell you what, I'll dig into my own pockets and take another twenty percent from the list to send to each boss, consider it a token of respect."
"Th... this... Executive! If that's the case, then what's left for you won't be much! You're a boss too... how can you... (urgent)"
"Enough! No need to argue. My mind is made up! I can go without, but not a single drop of each boss's share can be missing! Before... I had no chance to get close to the bosses, so I could only admire them from afar. But how could they know... they've always been the direction I, Losh, strive toward..."
"I, Losh, truly admire them..."
"Executive..."
"It's nothing... just a sudden bout of melancholy. Never mind, go ahead. Take these and offer them to each boss on my behalf. Consider it a fan's heartfelt hope for his idol."
On the screen.
Losh (Lynn) lifted his head with a pensive expression, pulled out a handkerchief, and reached under his Raven Mask to wipe his face.
When he pulled it back out, the entire handkerchief was soaked.
Drip, drip, drip—water fell from it.
"Yes, Executive!" The Plague Doctor underling beside him was moved as well.
So.
The bosses were this important to their Executive?
This... truly... was moving.
"..."
Silence.
An eerie silence spread wildly through the First Chamber in front of the screen.
Those furious high-ranking Plague Doctors, who had been about to storm off and wake the Doctor to tattle, stood frozen, listening to the heartfelt words coming from the screen behind them.
The genuine emotion that inadvertently seeped through the words revealed no trace of falsehood or pretense.
"Uh..."
One high-ranking official awkwardly turned back and returned to his seat, saying: "Forget about that fifty percent for a moment. Honestly, I've always felt deep down that Comrade Losh is the kind of malleable talent who can achieve great things. Actually, I'm quite optimistic about Comrade Losh becoming the Eighth Executive Officer."
Another high-ranking leader put down the foot he was about to take, straightened his collar, and cleared his throat before saying: "Indeed, setting aside that fifty percent, I actually agree with your view. Losh is a good comrade. Maybe his temper is a bit impatient, but he's young—impatience is normal."
"That's right," another high-ranking official nodded awkwardly.
"Oh, by the way, what was I just about to do? Ah, I'm going to grab a meal. Look at my memory!"
That Plague Doctor high-ranking official sighed, leaned on his cane, made a sharp turn, and headed toward the restroom.
The surrounding high-ranking officials all exchanged glances with each other, then burst into hearty laughter. Without a trace of embarrassment, they turned and walked back.
That's right.
Setting aside that fifty percent.
Comrade Losh was... actually quite endearing!
From now on, they were all colleagues in the same trench, all bosses. What kind of boss tattles on another? That's nonsense!
"Mark my words, Comrade Losh's future achievements will be limitless. I'm a good judge of character—I rarely praise anyone."
"That's right, he's a malleable talent!"
"Who was it just now that wanted to report to the Doctor?! Utter nonsense! Isn't it normal for young people to make small mistakes?! Nitpicking and making a big deal out of nothing—no sense of unity at all! Shameful!"
The high-ranking officials praised him, gazing at Losh (Lynn) on the screen. Somehow, he suddenly looked very pleasing to the eye!
"Ex... Executive, please, how much do you think is appropriate?"
So handsome! So spirited!
A nearby Plague Doctor, looking stunned, swallowed hard, watching the leaders' attitudes take a sharp one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. Clutching a stack of documents, he spoke in a flustered and panicked tone.
"Uh... should I still go find that Elder from the Bio-armament Factory? That Elder... is still spitting up blood pretty badly..."
One of the high-ranking Plague Doctors impatiently clamped a cigarette between his fingers, waved his hand, and said: "Give him some Expired Potions and let him spit on the side. Don't hold up our important business!"