[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-203":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2286039,4472,"Chapter 203","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-203",203,"\u003Cp>This fool!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the burn-scarred man launch into insane ramblings the moment he walked in, the middle-aged man felt a sharp throb in both his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The confidence he’d painstakingly rebuilt after pulling an all-nighter last night had already been halved by that “sweet potato” sleeping by the door; now, this burn-scarred man was openly backing that “sweet potato” to replace him as leader—his remaining confidence instantly halved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is… everything was going exactly as planned. Why has it suddenly gone so off-track?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, Teacher Tag, you’re joking…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the middle-aged man rubbed his temples in pain, Leon, who’d been harassed by the burn-scarred man, could no longer maintain his composure—his expression stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’re the rebels who made the capital tremble. Can’t you handle things with a little more sense? Why the hell are we meeting for the first time and you’re already trying to force a “yellow robe on me”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I really end up going undercover and becoming the boss, how will the Director look at me? How will Isa, who chases rebels day and night with her secret police, look at me? How will the Princess, who’s supposedly my fiancée and has been stabbed by rebels multiple times, look at me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please, don’t do this. This job is just not for me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, I don’t tell jokes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking another deep, almost greedy breath, inhaling the scent clinging to “Little Baggins,” the burn-scarred man grinned like a lecherous pervert:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect! This scent is absolutely perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just sitting beside you, I feel like a tiger’s jaws are wrapped around my skull… Little Barus! Tell me honestly—do you have the power to kill me in an instant?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… my name is Little Baggins…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t matter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slapping Leon’s shoulder, the burn-scarred man’s eyes burned with fervor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My nose tells me you’re a true powerhouse! Your methods, your inner strength—they’re both formidable. And sure, you’re smiling at me now, but deep down, you look down on me, and on Nathan too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahahaha! And this scent—it’s identical to Nathan’s back then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad he’s gone sour now. Lost that fragrance, turned into a pile of stinking dog shit! Little Baggins, you must hold on—don’t turn into something as foul as he did!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I really do despise what your rebels do, and even more so the leader who drives you all to chaos—but can you really smell that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pondering the burn-scarred man’s words, Leon realized they weren’t entirely insane—there was something else beneath them. His mind instantly went on alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this madman’s ability be something like animal instinct?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Leon was about to probe the burn-scarred man’s ability, he felt the fine hairs on his neck rise—and then his right ear caught the sharp whistle of rushing air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a burst of displaced air, the burn-scarred man leaned back slightly, dodging something hurtling toward his mouth. The strange projectile embedded itself in the wall with a thud, shattering a large patch of plaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that… a lead pellet from a slingshot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the pellet lodged in the wall, Leon felt a faint itch on his shoulder—he remembered another pellet, fired from three kilometers away, that had shattered his scapula.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tag!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping out from a rainbow-painted door, bent low, the bald woman with the slingshot glared furiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I hear you say another word about Master Nathan, the next pellet will go straight into your temple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, do as you please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Sit down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising a hand to calm them, making a gesture to defuse tension, the middle-aged man opened his mouth to introduce everyone—when he saw “Little Baggins” [37] the door behind him twist and warp, and five people—three men, two women—pushed through one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door behind them twisted and shifted continuously, and five people—three men and two women—entered one by one through the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning to look at the newcomers, Leon quietly assessed them: the rebels’ abnormal-item holders were surprisingly well-distributed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tall, scar-faced giant from the Secret Investigation Bureau, the short man who stole bodies at the Ryan estate, the portly middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy merchant, the slender young man—perfectly covering tall, short, fat, and thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now came the beast-like burn-scarred man, the bald slingshot woman, the wrinkled old woman with orange skin and white hair, the wide-eyed little girl—now even old, young, male, and female were all accounted for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rebels had twelve abnormal-item holders total. Besides these eight—tall, short, fat, thin, male, female, old, young—there were also the bandage woman whose bandages I took, the heartbeat man captured and sent to headquarters, and the leader who could open doors anywhere…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So one is still missing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely, just as Leon stared at the door, waiting to see who the twelfth rebel would be, the middle-aged man at the head of the table clapped his hands and announced:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone, since everyone has arrived, let’s begin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone has arrived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, Leon’s eyebrow twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a personal standpoint, he wanted to see the final abnormal-item holder’s face—to help the Bureau track them later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to insufficient intelligence, he feared asking “Why is one missing?” would trigger a reply like “How could you not know how xxx works?”—exposing his identity. So he turned back obediently, looked up at the middle-aged man—and yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Baggins, can you answer me one question?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Leon, who had been staring at the door until the moment the leader said “everyone has arrived,” the middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression calm as he asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seem to think… someone else is coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it! I just turned around a second late—and now I’m suspected? Do you have paranoid delusions or something?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silently cursing the over-cautious rebel leader, Leon shook his head, face perfectly neutral:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was just curious about your ability. One door opens, one closes—and people appear from miles away. No matter how many times I see it, it’s still incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “Little Baggins’s” reply, the middle-aged man nodded noncommittally, then fixed him with a piercing stare:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you were hoping to see her… By the way, she hasn’t come to a meeting in ages—I’ve almost forgotten her name. Could you remind me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this… starting to suspect me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the question—clearly saying “I think you’re an impostor”—Leon’s heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, you’re not joking with me, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the rebels’ gazes shift toward him, Leon frowned slightly, frantically searching for a response while stalling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, Uncle Owen told me you seemed hostile toward me—I thought he was drunk. But now it looks like you really…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop. We’ll discuss that later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man cut him off, speaking slowly, each word deliberate:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only want to know—what is her name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell am I supposed to know her name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the hostile stares intensify, Leon sighed. He was about to give a random answer and brace for the rebels’ binding-and-torture package—when suddenly, he remembered what the middle-aged man had just said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you were hoping to see her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the final abnormal-item holder… is someone connected to me—or rather, to Little Baggins?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given Little Baggins’s reclusive nature, his circle probably fits on one hand. That person’s identity must be among the fat uncle’s family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, the fat uncle knew staying might be dangerous, yet said they couldn’t leave—even if he and Aunt Fanny could escape, then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And last night, the fat uncle clearly knew that staying might be dangerous, yet he said they couldn’t leave—even if he and Aunt Fenni could go, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adopting the attitude that even a blank answer card is worse than a wrong one, Leon met the middle-aged man’s scrutinizing gaze and lied with unwavering confidence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the excellent attitude of never leaving an answer sheet blank, no matter if the answer was right or wrong, Li Ang lifted his head to meet the middle-aged man’s scrutinizing gaze and bluffed confidently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her name is Nicole.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1332,"2026-06-20T03:18:31.831Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bf24edf5709bb457108191dee99ad4e8d58adba4cc6b612db9cd7c9743bfcc49","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-204","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-202",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]