Chapter 890: 487 How Reputation Gets This Bad

"You two can't take this lightly—he's not like a regular cleaner."

Just one glance at the two cleaners' expressions told the Scorpio Director that his subordinates hadn't taken his warnings to heart, so he felt compelled to recount the man's outrageous record and urge them to be extra, extra careful.

But after thinking it over, the Scorpio Director ultimately stayed silent.

Simply put, there was nothing he could say.

According to the Cleaner Bureau's confidentiality regulations, information on anomalies, related targets, and mission records are classified into five tiers from top to bottom.

Cleaners of levels three, two, and one are authorized to access tier one, two, and three information respectively; directors of the Zodiac and non-Zodiac branches may access tier four information; the twelve directors and the director himself may access tier five.

The two cleaners he chose to monitor Li Ang and prevent him from causing trouble were both level-two cleaners, so they only had access to tier-two information.

Yet when reviewing Li Ang's mission records over the past few months, aside from a few scattered tier-one entries, the lowest classification for the rest were kills of the Scale Gold Cult's Divine Spirits—records involving Divine Spirits are already tier three.

The rest—exposing the Aquarius Director, exorcising the Goddess of Wealth, descending into the Fallen Soul Abyss and confronting the King of Nightmares, devouring the Death Hound of the Wardens, uncovering the mysterious organization targeting royal families across nations—all missions involving true gods carry a minimum tier-four classification, and none of these count toward mission totals.

So in the eyes of someone who could see all the files, Li Ang was a madman who, within three months of joining the Bureau, had begun recklessly accepting high-risk missions, employing extreme methods and always causing massive chaos.

But to those without clearance, Li Ang appeared as a rookie who, after three full months in the Bureau, had taken only a handful of routine missions—with the only oddity being two unreviewable tier-three records.

For two seasoned level-two cleaners with nearly a hundred missions under their belts, it was absurd to think they'd accept a newcomer who'd somehow stumbled into two high-difficulty missions by pure luck…

"Let me put it this way."

Knowing these two couldn't possibly stop Li Ang from running wild if they weren't vigilant—and that carelessness would inevitably lead to disaster—the Scorpio Director hesitated, then chose to violate the Bureau's confidentiality rules and hinted obliquely:

"Li Ang's total mission count isn't five, as his file claims—it's eleven. This man is no ordinary person."

Eleven missions total?

Hearing the Scorpio Director's words, the two cleaners froze slightly, then exchanged a puzzled glance.

So what if he's done eleven? Our combined total exceeds one hundred eighty missions—we've even participated in five or six tier-three missions. Eleven missions…

Wait—if he's done eleven missions but only five are recorded…

"That's exactly what you're thinking."

Seeing the two cleaners suddenly widen their eyes in shock, staring at him in disbelief, the Scorpio Director sighed wearily:

"I can't tell you the details, but when I suddenly disappeared earlier, it was because I went to support the Virgo Branch. He was the one who met me there—and we… well, we fought side by side."

"…"

Fought side by side with their own director…

And he's done eleven missions, yet only five are recorded…

So that means Li Ang, in just over three months in the Bureau, has already taken part in six "true god" missions—and survived them all?

This is bullshit… are new recruits really this monstrous now?

"In short, you must keep a close eye on him."

Recalling the devastation of the Dream Realm and Li Ang's infamous record of devouring a dog-god, the Scorpio Director shuddered and repeated his warning:

"Li Ang is undeniably capable, but he's also truly insane and extreme. If pushed too far, he'll do anything—so watch him closely. If you see any signs of him losing control, contact me immediately!"

This is insane…

After hearing the Scorpio Director's repeated warnings, the two level-two cleaners felt a cold shiver crawl up their spines.

It's common knowledge that a cleaner's madness level correlates directly with their power—and the faster their power grows, the more likely they are to lose control and descend into madness.

And this rookie… this powerhouse had joined only three months ago and already participated in six true-god missions. Under such rapid power growth, his madness must be terrifying—and his humanity likely diminished to almost nothing.

Added to that, his file clearly states he has an extremely high compatibility with demonic anomalies—he's probably not just a bad person, but maybe not even human anymore!

"Director…"

The middle-aged cleaner swallowed hard, his expression uneasy:

"What's the nature of this Li Ang… is he easy to get along with? If we try to stop him, will he attack us?"

"Look at you, scared stiff."

Before the Scorpio Director could answer, the elderly cleaner beside him, who carried a fishing rod, took a deep breath, suppressed his unease, and grinned to lighten the mood:

"No matter how extreme he is, he's still a cleaner. If he hits us, he hits us—worst case, he beats us up. He won't eat us, right, Director?"

"…"

Hearing the elderly cleaner's joke, and recalling Li Ang's reputation as the "Devourer of Divine Beings," the Scorpio Director couldn't help but ponder deeper.

He probably doesn't eat humans—but given his willingness to bite into true gods when cornered… if he were truly pushed, what might he actually do?

Director?

Wait… Director, say something! You're not responding at all—now I'm getting nervous!

Seeing the Scorpio Director's deafening silence in response to his question, the elderly cleaner's smile froze.

I was just joking—asking if he'd eat us! Why are you not even denying it? Say something!

"Oh, don't worry about that."

Seeing the two cleaners' faces turn deathly pale, the Scorpio Director snapped back to himself and quickly reassured them:

"Based on what I know of him, he wouldn't do something like that."

"…"

Wait—what do you mean "wouldn't"? Shouldn't the answer to a question like that be "definitely wouldn't"?

The way you said "wouldn't"… does that mean, if Li Ang loses control, he really might eat us?!?!