Chapter 987: 0584 Yeah Yeah Yeah!

“It’s… sort of… a little bit known…”

Knowing that Li Ang could detect lies, the emerald-eyed girl hesitated briefly, then decided to confess outright:

“When I indirectly controlled the Twin Branch, I reviewed many of their files—some of which contained records about your Virgin Branch. It said…”

“Most of what it said were probably rumors!”

Hearing this, Li Ang shook his head dismissively:

“Our Virgin Branch is unusual—we have more eccentric cleaners, but everyone’s basically good people. There aren’t any irredeemable bastards… If you don’t believe me, look at me—I’m from the Virgin Branch too. Am I not normal?”

“…”

You… normal?

Would a normal person kidnap a princess on a mission? Would a normal person slice a princess’s occiput with a knife? Would a normal person make me take the bus to give a speech launching a coup? Would a normal person wipe out an entire kingdom in two weeks?

Unable to resist, she secretly raised her hand and touched the back of her skull where Li Ang had once cut her, then averted her gaze, nodding with fearful acquiescence.

“Yeah yeah yeah, you’re normal.”

“…”

You… you used to be such a straightforward kid. How did you start speaking in double meanings now? Who taught you this?

Watching the emerald-eyed girl shift her hips slightly away, clearly trying to put distance between them, Li Ang opened his mouth, then asked with a touch of exasperation:

“Can I ask—what exactly did the Twin Branch’s file say about our Virgin Branch?”

“The file… just plainly described how your Virgin Branch carries out missions.”

Filia said cautiously:

“For example, Level One Cleaner Emma Alman, nicknamed ‘The Executioner.’ In her thirteen joint operations, she accidentally injured sixty-three cleaners and over six hundred civilians.

Most victims were forcibly dragged into ‘The Executioner’s’ special anomaly, subjected to repeated torture by over a dozen cruel instruments, enduring nearly a thousand tortures over twenty hours, leaving immense psychological trauma—some even nearly shattered their souls after release…”

“Wait! Those people can’t count as victims!”

Hearing this, Li Ang—who knew the full context—could not help but speak up in Emma’s defense:

“Emma’s anomalies include many that can distinguish good from evil. The [Scale of Conscience] judges by good and evil intentions; the [Coffin of Judgment] judges by good and evil deeds.

Those so-called victims were all driven by evil intent and committed evil acts, already causing grave consequences and committing crimes worthy of execution—only then were they caught by Emma’s anomalies. They got exactly what they deserved!”

So that’s how it was?

Hearing this, the emerald-eyed girl exhaled slightly, yet still questioned skeptically:

“Then there’s Jerry Baker, Level Two Cleaner nicknamed ‘The Sewer Emperor,’ and Amien Bellet, known as ‘The Plague Alchemist.’

During a raid on the Nightmare Black Cult, the former unleashed over eight hundred thousand rats that bit tens of thousands in Monai City; the latter released stinking toxic gas upwind of Monai, causing everyone to vomit and defecate uncontrollably—sewage and vomit piled up, clogging drains and flooding streets, even rising above pedestrians’ ankles…”

“That incident… I never heard Jerry mention it, but I can guess what happened.”

After listening to the emerald-eyed girl’s account, Li Ang frowned and speculated:

“Nightmare Black Cult followers love holding rituals at night, summoning the Nightmare King’s dream envoys to inflict mass psychological trauma on nearby sleepers and permanently devour fragments of their souls.

Jerry likely did this because he couldn’t stop the cult’s ritual, so he used rats to harass the populace—forcing everyone to stay awake, since a few bites are better than losing part of your soul and spending your life sickly, even bedridden forever.

As for Amien, though I don’t know him well, I’ve heard he’s good at his craft. His potions have strong side effects, but their efficacy is exceptional—they can cure nearly all ‘anomalous’ conditions.

So the stinking gas in the file was probably him releasing diluted disinfectant to prevent the bitten civilians from contracting plague or other contagious diseases. Compared to deadly epidemics, a few days of vomiting and diarrhea is tolerable, right?”

If that’s the case… it does make sense.

After hearing Li Ang’s speculation and cross-referencing the file she’d read, the emerald-eyed girl realized the details aligned—she let out a long breath.

It seemed the Virgin Branch’s file, while factually accurate, was incomplete and tainted by the recorder’s bias. The real Virgin Branch was probably nowhere near as insane as described.

“I get it now. The file is biased—many causes and consequences are glossed over. It can be treated as rumor.”

Knowing her destination—the Virgin Branch—was merely unusually “eccentric,” not a den of madmen and killers, Filia’s tense expression eased considerably. She even blinked curiously, extrapolating:

“So your branch’s ‘Blood-Haired Lady’ drinks heavily during work hours to numb hidden enemies; publicly files fraudulent reports and embezzles funds, even borrows money without repaying—but secretly has other plans;

And when provoked, she physically assaults other branch directors? That’s just a test—to uncover traitors like the Aquarius Director?”

“…”

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you speaking?”

“…”

Li Ang involuntarily turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, staring out the window at the rushing emerald winter cypresses. His lips twitched faintly, revealing a complex, indescribable expression.

“Yeah yeah yeah!”

…

“Little Li Ang~”

Before Li Ang could knock, the red-haired director yanked open her office door with her hair, raised a bottle filled with tea like wine, and laughed triumphantly:

“You did an amazing job! After this investigation, Edward—even if he kills a Jianglinzhenshen —will still be last place this year!

Ahahaha! Who’d have thought he’d get his comeuppance? Every year-end review, he’d sneer and use his ranking to mock me. Now it’s my turn to rub it in!”

“…”

So you’re this happy just because you’re second-to-last and can gloat over last place?