Chapter 450: Organs and Hair

Your anomaly... filled six full floors?

Shocked by this absurd answer, Li Ang remained speechless for a long moment—until he noticed the red-haired director's slightly upturned lips, then realized he'd been fooled again.

"As long as I get the sheep's heart back, it's mine, right? Then I'm fine!"

After shooting a resentful glare at the red-haired director's back, Li Ang—having been tricked twice—refused to waste another moment with her. He muttered a farewell and left the director's office with a dark face.

After he pushed open the door and left, the red-haired woman gazing out the window slowly turned her head back. Her face, though radiant with a charming, playful smile, held no trace of joy in those clear, watery eyes—only a deep, icy stillness, like two frozen pools.

"This... is actually fine now."

She muttered something meaningless, her expression lonely. She wiped the smile from her face, tilted back her head, and drained the glass of boiled water in one gulp. Then, as if drunk, she slumped forward onto the desk, motionless. Soon, a soft, steady snore filled the office.

As the snoring slowly spread, from the second floor to the third, fourth... all the way to the topmost level—where every window and vent was sealed shut, ensuring not a single ray of light could enter—the entire six-story building echoed with countless tiny creatures snoring in unison, their breaths too faint to hear.

"There's such a thing?!!!"

After reading the records of Char Water Company's violations, the editor-in-chief of the Social Section of Daily News clenched his jaw, lightly pounded the restaurant table, then whispered with furious determination:

"They actually dumped waste into the public water pipes... These bastards, do they have nothing in their heads but money? I'll expose this!"

"Hmm..."

Li Ang, his fingers lightly touching the sheep's head, watched the editor's furious face and felt a deep wave of disappointment flicker across his expression. Without a word, he nodded, then rose to gather the documents on the table.

"Since you've agreed, let's call it a day. I hope you'll follow through once you're back."

"I absolutely will!"

Grabbing Li Ang's wrist, the editor of Daily News stood up, eyes blazing with earnestness:

"Leave this to me! When I get back, I'll write this truthfully—make those bastards pay what they deserve!"

"By the way, this evidence is still thin—it might only force Char Department Store to pay compensation. The real culprits might still escape. Do you have any other materials to implicate those three?"

"Not yet."

Seeing the man's soul—devoid of anger, instead overflowing with panic, conspiracy, and malice—a wave of revulsion flashed through Li Ang's eyes.

Suppressing the urge to punch him in the face, Li Ang, disguised, brushed off the editor's hand, silently repacked the documents into the folder, and said:

"Mr. Editor, if you feel the evidence is insufficient, I'll take these back to organize them. When I find enough proof, I'll contact you again."

"Huh? No, no!"

Seeing Li Ang about to leave, the editor of Daily News panicked, grabbing his arm and pleading:

"The victims are waiting for compensation! Even incomplete, this evidence will draw serious attention. Why not leave it with me? I'll rush out a report!"

"No." "Why not?"

Li Ang, finally pushed past his limit, yanked his wrist free and said coldly:

"Because if I give this to you, that report will never see the light."

"..."

Hmph... Caught, huh? Guess this kid isn't as stupid as he looks.

Meeting Li Ang's icy gaze, the editor of Daily News raised an eyebrow—he knew his plan had been seen through. Li Ang wouldn't hand over the documents.

Scornfully sizing up Li Ang—only his eyes visible, his frame thin, his clothes ragged—the editor who had moments ago praised him with warmth and admiration now sneered, sat back down, and barked:

"Waiter!"

Waving to the waiter who had been glancing their way, the editor of Daily News pointed at Li Ang and said calmly:

"Close the door, bring two security guards. This man just stole from me—what's in his arms is mine."

"Yes, sir! I'll close the door!"

He looked at the editor: dressed in a fine Flock suit, silk handkerchief folded in his breast pocket, hat, cravat, watch, cane—all present, polished calf-leather boots on his feet.

Then he looked at Li Ang: wearing a too-large, tattered trench coat, his mouth and nose covered in black gauze.

In less than half a second, the waiter knew exactly what to do.

Even though they'd entered together; even though they'd sat across the table with no physical contact; even though the item the rich man pointed to had been clutched in the masked man's arms since the start—none of it mattered.

After all, the customer is always right. And one of these two men clearly wasn't a customer, was he?

Seeing the waiter who had summoned four security guards to block the exit of his booth, Li Ang frowned and turned to glance coldly at the editor of The Daily, who was calmly adjusting his tie.

Watching the four guards block the booth exit, Li Ang frowned, turning to glare at the editor of Daily News, who calmly adjusted his tie.

"I'm not robbing you—I'm trying to save your life, and incidentally, save the poor soul you finally chose."

"I'm not stealing. I'm trying to save your life—and the poor soul you've chosen as your final victim."

After meticulously smoothing his tie, the editor of Daily News rose, cane in hand, and strolled over slowly.

"You've kept your face covered, but from your voice and movements, you're young, aren't you?

Hah, youngster, your sense of justice is admirable—but you clearly don't understand the laws of this society."

With a delicate flick of his slender "cane," he wiped mud from its tip against Li Ang's pants, then smiled softly:

"For our nation, the royal family is the heart, the nobility are the organs, the parliament is the mind, the factories are the strongest muscles, merchants are the bones that continuously produce blood—and the rest? Merely skin that sheds and regrows, and hair that comes and goes in endless cycles."

Watching Li Ang's silent face, the editor's smile faded. He leaned close, his voice a whisper meant only for two:

"Tell me—if hair dares to voice discontent toward the organs, should I, as the tongue, shout it out, stir the other foolish hairs and skin into chaos?

Or should I be smarter, and simply silence this troublesome hair—teach it how to shut its damned mouth?"

【55】 (End of Chapter)